Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Chapter 29 (Kylie)

The name I have been waiting to hear since I arrived, the reason why I was even here tonight when I

had an important paper due in two weeks' time, for a project I was working on for my father.

Last week Michael informed me of a hacker named The Air, a master in software and stealing cents out

of millions of people's bank accounts and transferring the money into various poorer peoples' bank

accounts. One of those people he stole from was my brother.

Michael's birthday is coming up and my plan is to hand this guy to him on a four-layered triple

chocolate mouse cake. A thank you for helping Diamond.

This guy would be the juiciest cherry Michael has eaten and I am going to see to it that he gets exactly

that.

I get my ass off the barstool, no bag to take because I don't really need one. My light blue silk strap

dress falls flawlessly around my curves, accentuating my bra-less chest.

My six-inch silver heels make me a good inch taller than Vincent. He turns and walks to the back part

of the club and I follow taking in his light cream suit as his black shoes make up the distance in a hurry.

I don't rush after him, I take my time following him, enjoying the attention I receive from the men and

envious glares of the women.

All in a night's work. These people look at me, they see me as a celebrity, someone untouchable. When

I look at them they would never know that sometimes I wish to walk in their shoes for one day.

Never been one to hate my life, sometimes I wish to only escape it. I don't mean jumping on a plane to

another country. Staying here in my own city, and country while being me without people judging,

without the designer labels and black card.

But when I think of how life could be, I reconsider, because let's face it, money makes things happen

that wouldn't normally happen. It opens an entirely new world, that only the privileged have access to.

The music changes to David Guetta and I feel the sudden urge to dance and I will after I'm done with

my little impetuous meeting, but at another club, away from Vincent.

I open the steel door that Vincent goes through.

"Howdy there men. Fancy seeing you all. If I knew it was a party I would have at least carried a

camera. " I smirk at the four men sitting on different ends of the office space. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The one guy looks vaguely familiar, someone I have seen around campus a time or two. He is sitting by

the brown oak cabinet.

The room is very cliché- brown oak, cherry desk, and lots of glass with a black carpet to finish the look.

Well scratch that, the three Italians excluding my dark blonde stepbrother finish the look.

The guy I am here to see, the one I wish to procure for my genius brother stands up. A shaggy-looking

New York-er- pale skin, with the long baggy skulls T-shirt, that probably glows in the dark, hunch

shoulders and spiky hair, definitely my hacker from the photos I have.

Question is, why the hell is he here in a room with three members of the Famiglia.

I focus my attention on Roberto, behind the desk, he has an undeniable smirk as his attention remains

focused on my erect nipples. Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes at his ogling blasphemy, I fail.

His black sadistic vision finally looks up at me, and I take my opportunity,

"Now that I got your attention..." I begin.

"You had my attention since you walked in the door." Roberto interrupts.

The guy isn't bad-looking, certainly a man with charisma and very extensive use of the English

dictionary. I met him twice before, the first time he almost charmed me into his bed. Too bad David

interrupted.

The second was a few months back at a club called Sleekers, we shared a brief dance and when he

leaned to kiss me I informed him that though he was a very sexy man I was not interested.

Didn't stop him from trying though and today will be no different. Too bad for him I have a biker in my

life.

Storm isn't the type of man you want to fuck with and maybe he is sort of still involved with another

woman. But when he told me last week that I am the only woman in his bed I damn well believed him.

That is the type of man Storm is, straight up and honest. If he doesn't want strings he has a club full of

women, he doesn't need me.

He and I are the same, I want him, he wants me, and when the want changes we will separate. Until

then I am exclusive to him.

"Let's cut to the chase shall we, YOU," I say, my eyes now on the scrawny hacker Luke.

"Are Coming with me."