Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

My body and my heart know one thing, and that is the promise of Vincent Stone. That is the curse of addiction.

He is my unobtainable obsession.

“YOU had your chance to chase me made man, now it just isn't possible,” I say it to myself with anguish and heartache pledged deep within my soul as I drop my seat and pick up the speed to my new hot date.

Yes, my hot extra plus one is my car.

But this Mercedes I'm driving is years ahead of its time. I am the only person in the world that owns this Cabriolet Night Edition.

A year ago while I was drooling over Vincent I was also getting my rocks off with a very hot son of one of the Lead engineers of Mercedes.

The dummy car which stood on his side table while I fucked his brains out caught my eye.

After much later with him returning the favor twice, he happily informed me of his father's secret future project.

Which in my mind, interpreted as highly valuable, and something I just had to have. With a neat eight-figure price tag paid in Euro's, I did HAVE it. And just to sweeten the deal, I also purchased the rights to the project for the next five years. Just to be sure.

It is empowering, and exhilarating to drive and own a car so good knowing that not even my brothers had one like it. I wouldn't call it luck, I would say it is just the favor of having really rich parents and very generous two older brothers.

I know one day soon I will have to make my own empire and possibly take over my papas and I am ready for it.

Swerving, gliding, I take the roads with ease. Add in the fact that I left my family Christmas party, I think I am feeling pretty good compared to a few moments ago.

Just twenty minutes ago I faced my stepbrother, who I have practically tied to my existence over eighteen months ago with a full-on pledge of the crippling effect I am attuned to whenever he stepped into a room and for once I hid it. I consider it as a step in the direction I need to step in to.

Now I am being chased by that said brother. I don't feel great, but I feel alive and ready for a good night of wild partying and great company. When I take the next off-ramp and join the interstate heading out of Liston Hills I know exactly where I and my hot date is heading.

It crosses my mind to give Vincent a heads up, but why should I? When has the jackass ever been good to me? Never.

I crank up my Brett Young CD and let the road lead me to temptation because tonight I will be delivering a shit load of evil come Saturday Morning.

The jaguar and its driver, Vincent, tag me the entire way.

what he wants. But mostly I wish he would

is he so adamant to talk to

pain, it isn’t going to

and it’s closing on eleven at night when I get

that is packed with bikes. I turn

mind as I walk to the back of my car, and

a night somewhere. Inside my black backpack contains basic stuff- a toothbrush,

boot closed, as Vincent’s

chill down my

To a bunch

small step

didn’t make you do anything, secondly where I go and what I do isn’t your fuckin’ business and lastly I suggest you don’t let Kevin hear you talking to me like that, because he is here and happens to be one of those bikers,” I say it as a

nearly into a coma when he

woman. Especially his own blood. And Vincent knows that, I know he sees the error

sorry, but I really need to talk to you.” He combs his fingers through his hair,

I ask him, slipping

we were looking for Reno’s killer, I kept hearing stories

rush of discomfort, assault me at the mention of Diamond's real name, at the mention of her name coming from Vincent of all

would find out but not now,

hear?” I ask the question, in a calm voice, which is the opposite

is the reason

his words, I don’t pay any heed to what

deny it would be a lie. The truth is much more than that. To understand the entire thing would be for me to betray my friend,

thought it was you.” Storm's voice has me spinning so fast I almost tumble and

damaging my new

from over Kylie, you and I are not done.” His whispered words heard so

as I right myself, Storm's

Sweet

a question to me but

he is. I think it is