Chapter 66 (Aliyana)
Chapter 66 (Aliyana)
“Have you seen the new La Crosse coach? He is sex on wheels, he can rub me up any day,” Kylie Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.
says in her Southern twang. Her long black hair and deep honey eyes keep you entranced by her
natural beauty. Right now, it is keeping me laughing, as she wiggles them in the crazy way only Kylie
can pull off.
But it is her light olive skin and feminism that really hooks a person. I recall the day when I met Kylie.
We were younger then. It was months before we started attending University. She was dressed in a
short pink dress and heels so high that when she marched over with Ren to introduce herself to me, I
had to look up.
When she hugged me, I had my face in her boobs.
That day still brings a smile to my face. I never had a female friend before her. Especially one as
famous as she was. Her name was always in the news, not often in the tabloids.
The Bray family were one of the richest families right up there with Delroy, Stone, Bezos and Gates.
Her father was a respected man all over the world. When he spoke, everyone listened. He was a
ruthless businessman known for his smart mind when it came to business. I know because I did an
assignment on him for my Eco class a few months ago.
It wasn't long after I met Kylie did, she introduce me to Diamond. Where Kylie is night, Diamond is the
star that lit her up.
She has white golden hair, as long as my own and the biggest eyes that you can't forget, they are so
blue.
Her skin is so pale but it is the way she stares at something or someone, that leaves that impression
which really gets a person hooked. She caught the eye of Ren and my friend was hooked from that first
day. It was like a meant to be moment. I knew, he watched her and I felt it deep inside. Beautiful,
forever.
The thought of Ren causes that ache in that familiar place to pain. Reminding me it never went away.
The pain felt from losing someone never goes away, it bruises you, but it gets easier because you learn
to live with it. Sometimes, like this moment, it reminds you that it is never going to fade.
Diamond is a known genius, but one with a lot of secrets and one of those secrets I know is the reason
my friend is dead. I knew more than she would allow any body to see because my extra-mural activities
might have been on hold for now but I had friends that knew me, friends that knew they wanted to stay
friends.
She rolls her eyes when Kylie takes her phone out and starts showing me pictures, I can’t help but look
at.
Josey remains occupied with the gaming app she’s been creating. Josey, I met recently. A few months
in College and there she was at the bottom of the staircase. We became close and though her offer of
becoming my lover if I ever wanted to swing her way was always open, she didn’t suffocate me with
that knowledge.
Kylie shows me a particular picture of a zoomed shot of the coach’s butt in shorts.
“An ass that tight, you needa grip it hard and dig deep,” Kylie says in a husky voice as my skin turns
beet red, knowing that Kylie has had sex many times.
One night after Ren’s passing, I visited her and Diamond. We got drunk on shooters and long island ice
tea. The sex topic came up and my friend was very descriptive when I asked her what it felt like. She
was also thorough with the different ways it could go down and how it worked. At the time I was still
hoping I would get the chance to test out all those things with Marco. So, I soaked it up and took mental
notes, even going as far as to research some of the stuff.
“What time did we say we starting?” Josey asks Kylie.
“Any time after we open the door, Sugar.”
“Can I use your laptop quick?” Josey queries.
“Of-course, just mind the porn,” Kylie answers winking as Diamond opens the door to jump out already
over the conversation of Kylie’s dirty mind. The two of them are so far from having anything in common.
If you didn’t know them you would think they were sisters and put up with each other. I knew different.
I leave Kylie, Diamond and Josey at the mansion. Watching Kylie in her distressed denims, Jordan's
and loose vest waving her bangle arms that were covered with bracelets and leather straps she called
mourning bands, flirt with the guard in front of her door.
I don't confirm whether I will be attending the party as I leave the house laughing.
Truth is? I am not sure if I want to go any longer after hearing Leonardo was going to be there. I avoid
him, like I wished Marco bodily harm whenever I saw him.
“Jere, you know if Papa’s home?”
“Yes, Miss Capello, he is in a meeting with Mr Catelli.”
“Which one?” Jere doesn't say anything about my million questions, as I have asked this many times
before. Matteo normally asks me questions on top of mine giving me nothing. I normally proceed with a
few very colorful words Papa would not be thrilled about hearing coming from my mouth.
“Marco.” The name brings my nerves to an all-time high, and I hate it. His name just makes me mad.
But also it is not surprising in the least, he is there.
“Can you wait for me to get dressed and take me back to Kylie’s house Jere?”
“Yes, Miss Capello. Mr Deno Catelli will be joining your house too.”
My face gets red as I see Jere smile from the rear-view mirror. The people in the Famiglia are nosey,
and because Deno was a Catelli news spread like wild fire of my not too personal or private platonic
friendship with Deno. But then, nothing about that particular Catelli was private except for the
conversation we needed to discuss.
“He is just my friend Jere,” I clarify before I jump out of the car and rush inside ignoring Jere’s chuckle.
It takes me thirty minutes to change. Guilia and Filippo are gone out so I don’t need to make chitchat
which works for me because I want to get out of this house before I see Marco and lose my shit. Today
my temper seems to be riding on the surface. And I knew it was because of the man who was currently
in my home, down the hall locked in an office with my father.
Papa doesn't leave his office, but I know he has been alerted of my arrival and departure.
Barely 20 minutes have passed since I got here. The bottom part of Kylie’s place is filled with our
Campus.
“We are so creepy, doing this,” Josey mumbles as we both sit by the window peeping at Leonardo. She
was sitting with the biology majors when I arrived and rescued her from making a fool of herself. She
has been crushing on Linda Glade since the biology major helped Josey find her phone. But Linda isn't
interested.