Kylian's POVWe finished our dinner before Desmond excused himself to go home to his own family. Cynthia left a few minutes after, leaving Yvonne and me alone in our home. It was ours. We were sharing a home and it felt great. I had been nervous for nothing.“Are you okay with all this?” She pointed to the boxes littering the living room and lining the hallway as we moved through our home.I looked at the boxes labeled with her name and smiled. “I am very okay with this. I can’t wait to start this life with you.”She laughed. “Look around. It’s started.” I smiled. “I guess it has.”“I need to call the stores first thing tomorrow morning and have all my deliveries changed to come here,” she mused aloud.“All your deliveries?” I asked.She grinned. “I’ve been doing some shopping for the nursery. I didn’t want it all sitting in my apartment for months, so I had the deliveries scheduled for next month. I figured that would give me plenty of time to get the nursery in order.”“You’ve bough
Yvonne's POVI slowly awoke, trying to figure out what it was that had stirred me out of a deep sleep. I didn’t have to pee, which was what usually woke me up.I lay awake a few minutes before I decided it must have been nothing and closed my eyes, hoping to sleep a few more hours.“Ow,” I muttered when a sharp pain ripped across my lower back.That was when I knew. I sat up, rubbing my lower back. I propped my pillows against the headboard and lay against them, staring at the clock that silently announced it was three o’clock in the morning. I waited, my eyes sliding closed until another sharp pain cut across my back, wrapping around to envelope my stomach in a vise. My eyes went to the clock. It had been ten minutes. I flipped on the bedside lamp.“Kylian,” I whispered, gently touching his bare shoulder.“Hmm.” He moaned, still half asleep.“Kylian,” I whispered again.He rolled to his back, blinking as he looked up at me. “What is it? Hungry?” he asked.I smiled and shook my head.
Yvonne's POVThe next thirty minutes flew by. I barely had a chance to breathe before I was holding my baby girl in my arms.“I think you must have set a new record for first time moms,” the doctor said with a grin.It was at that moment my doctor came into the room. “I missed it?” he asked with surprise.The other doctor gave him the rundown while I marveled at my baby girl.“Would you like to hold your daughter?” I asked Kylian, handing her to him.He took her, held her tiny head in his big hand, and stared at her, tears in his eyes before the nurse swooped in and took her to be weighed and cleaned up.“We have a baby,” he said with complete amazement.I smiled and nodded. “Looks that way. I know you wanted a boy,” I said, feeling a little like I let him down.He looked at me, his eyes wide, shaking his head. “No way! I wanted a baby. You girls are exactly what I want. I couldn’t imagine anything else. She’s perfect. She’s everything I could ever want. The two of you are my entire r
Kylian's POVI heard the soft cries and blinked several times, orientating myself to the room. I listened a little longer to see if she would fall back to sleep on her own and realized it wasn’t going to happen. I stretched my arms before swinging my legs over the side of the bed to get up. I felt Yvonne stir and knew she was waking up as well.“Shh, go back to sleep. I’ve got her,” I told her, putting my hand on her shoulder.I had been trying to do my part, getting up for at least one of the middle-of-the-night feedings. Fortunately, Jaime was a content little girl and was down to only needing to wake once in the night for a bottle. She was a healthy, strong girl and required a lot of food. The first few weeks home from the hospital had been grueling. We were both up for a good two weeks straight before we finally managed to develop a routine that allowed everyone to get some sleep.“Thank you,” Yvonne mumbled.She didn’t need to thank me for doing something I was supposed to be doi
Kylian's POVShe was back a few minutes later with a fresh bottle. She handed it to me before sitting next to me, her head leaning against my shoulder as I fed our daughter.“You can go back to bed,” I assured her.“It’s okay, I like sitting with you. I haven’t gotten to see you much these past few days,” she said.I nodded. “I’m sorry. I tried to get out of that meeting yesterday, but it required my attention. Kieran wasn’t familiar with the company and I didn’t want to leave him high and dry.”“Don’t be sorry. I’m being needy.”“No, you’re not.”“How is Kieran?” she asked.I smiled in the darkness. “Good. Something is up with him, but I’m not sure what. I think it has to do with a woman. He doesn’t want to take over my job—I’ve offered,” I joked.“I’m glad you two are getting along. I really do like all your brothers,” she said.I smirked. “That’s because you don’t really know them. Trust me, if you did, you wouldn’t be quite as generous with your summation of their characters.”“St
Yvonne's POV The cab finally got pulled up in front of a fancy restaurant and I felt a rush of nerves, as I alighted the cab. Dragging in a deep breath, I reached into my bag for my powder mirror and opened it gently to study my reflection, making small adjustments to my makeup with practiced ease. I had dressed to kill for my meeting with Kylian Litt, the man who was going to save my company. His firm reaped struggling businesses like mine, either selling them off or boosting them. Despite his assurance of no ulterior motives, my mind raced, hinting at other possibilities. Why dinner instead of a straightforward office meeting? Desperation clung to my agreement for dinner, clinging to my job. But I had limits; if he crossed them, I vowed to leave. No position justified compromising myself—right? Even if his appeal stirred something undeniable within me. I closed the mirror with a soft click, feeling a renewed sense of confidence as with a deep breath, I strode into the restauran
Yvonne's POVI found myself in an unusual state of mind, not quite fitting into the conventional mold. Kylian's assertive demeanor had stirred something within me, leading to incessant thoughts about him even after leaving the dinner table. Perhaps there had been a vivid fantasy involving him, although I refused to acknowledge it. He had a way of teasing, leaving me both intrigued and frustrated.As if his proposal of a fake marriage wasn't enough, he added the tempting suggestion of experiencing a preview of our arrangement. It was tempting, I couldn't deny that. Yet, I resisted the urge and opted for a cold shower upon returning home. It irked me how easily he could affect me. His lack of a filter, speaking whatever crossed his mind regardless of social norms, was both infuriating and strangely alluring.I had one final chance to break away from Kylian's influence for good. Today's meeting with my investors was crucial, and I preferred begging for their support over dealing with Kyl
Kylian's POVI enjoyed surprising women with my culinary skills, relishing in their unexpected delight at finding out I was more than meets the eye. "The total package," I quipped to myself as I busied myself in the kitchen. For Yvonne, I had prepared a tantalizing meal of linguine with a rich homemade sauce, complemented by perfectly cooked steaks. The wine I selected was a perfect match for the occasion, adding an extra touch of elegance to the evening. Everything had to be flawless; after all, I needed to impress her, even if I had teased otherwise. This dinner was part of my strategy to win her over to my proposal.Setting the candlestick on the table, I carefully placed the tall, white candle in its holder and lit it, casting a warm glow across the room. I knew the allure of a homemade candlelight dinner was hard to resist for any woman. Soft music wafted from the speakers in the ceiling, creating an ambiance of intimacy and romance. The lighting was just enough to create a cozy