Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 8

“That man better learn to treat me good, ‘cause one of these day's I'm gonna plant a bug up his ass ‘n it's not going to be the eight legged kind.” Diamond’s threat is no idle one.

I know she’ll do it. Scratch that, what I mean to say is I know that she is going to do it.

The groan from Vincent matches my internal one because I know who is going to be cleaning up her mess when she is done.

The only difference between him and myself, I had ten years to learn to figure Diamond out, he barely has one.

That is how long he has been back in our lives.

It is how long I have secretly fallen in love with the man,

KNOWING that he will never love me back.

To Vincent Stone I am just an eighteen year old girl he has to babysit. He always said it.

My stepbrother has never failed to remind me of my non-existent place in his life. It wounds me deeper every time.

But his words only make me bleed on those rare occasions when we're alone.

I fool myself into believing that just maybe he's not so cold,

Just maybe he DOES feel something for me besides me being the nuisance he is stuck to hang around with.

I fool myself because I am not one of those people who remain strong when faced with unrequited love.

I am the person that always gets hurt, because I choose the wrong guy.

Vincent is the wrong guy, I know that, but even knowing, my heart isn’t accepting.

‘There is nothing there,’ he couldn't have made himself more clear.

To Vincent Stone, we are not related,

NO, not related at all,

oh and not friends,

definitely, not friends.

I’m just the unfortunate task he gets stuck with on a few occasions.

When I was sixteen I crushed on this boy, his name- Dexter Kent.