Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

It’s a habit I got from Kevin, he always did it to me growing up, I’m just passing on tradition. Or maybe I did it to him first? Who cares. Tradition is tradition.

My snug covered feet take me down the stairs to open the door. When I reach the last set of steps I see Storm and another Satan Sniper already downstairs’ inside the house surrounded by a mass of College girls.

Kind of hard to ignore when they’re wearing their cuts and bandanas around their necks looking like dirty raunchy sex.

That doesn’t faze me, I've surrounded myself with bikers since I was eight when Diamond invited me to her birthday party at their clubhouse. And over the past year I basically see these guys every weekend.

Not surprised either to find the jocks staying clear of the two bikers. The bikers are the most lethal men in my house.

Taking slow steps down, I watch in complete amusement at the view I have been gleefully gifted with.

The preppy college boys are giving Storm and the other biker, who I can see is Knight a clear berth. Puffing out their golfer covered chests, taking bigger gulps of their glass filled beer or whatever they’re drinking because I would not have red paper cups or even plastic tumblers in my house.

Some of them are looking at the bikers as medieval gods, wondering how many tattoos do these guys have.

And how cool it looks to be bad ass, or have one of them for the night. I know Diago would love the last one.

Others are probably thinking they’re better than these leather covered bikers because their daddies are loaded, whilst others, judging by the few scrunched up faces are considering how many disease’s and dirt these biker men have, let alone criminal records.

That brings my smile to an all time high, because I’m sure most of these people’s parents aren’t just ‘selling insurance'.

Most of the girls are already trying to cop a feel of the bad ass guys that stopped by ‘Kylie Bray's’ house.

A few others are too scared because they either have boyfriends with them or they’re virgins and know when they don’t stand a chance.

The two girls with their asses in the air. Those two, the ones in the corner, looking out the window, kneeling on my gray Venetian couches I had imported just last month from Italy, is Josephine Applegate and Aliyana Capello.

would stand a chance with either biker and the only

of mine,

half Russian. She’s an old soul with

attention, she is dead set on marrying Leonardo Catelli when

idea as he doesn’t even know she exists but when ever he is in a room my poor friend

table that if Leonardo walked up to her and started talking, she

I will be

the match maker while pissing

laugh silently at the vision forming in my mind at such a

looking like a

words cut through the music as she voices this loud enough that Storm looks up

face transforms instantly from mild amusement getting ogled by the ladies to mighty

my ego. It’s nice to have a man that wants me as much as he does. Thoughts of Vincent start to creep in but I shake it off like I've been practicing,

me on the long ivory stairs, and I instinctively wrap my arm around her waist, bend my

was enjoying the view, did you know Liya was joining

to be safe, Andrew is also keeping tabs so we good,” Diamond says this in my ear, looking at the crowd, while Beyoncé sings her heart out about falling in love with her

around

that follow us do nothing, I was born in a world where people watched me, Diamond was raised in that world since she

minded it then

and talk to

going to meet the bikers is something a jubilant Kylie would do, today I

thoughts as I do. We both steer our

in front of the two women , looking at each other, we both grin like the two brats we are as our hands smack the girls denim covered butts. Mine going to Josephine’s and Diamond’s hand landing masterfully on Liyas. I like

Josey as we call her, merely turns her

holds her arm to