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Kylian's POV

“Why?”

I laughed. It wasn’t exactly the response I was used to getting when I asked someone out for dinner. “My mother would like to meet you. It would be dinner at her house, out of the public eye.”

I heard her gasp. “Her house? Doesn’t your mother live in a home the size of Texas?”

I laughed. “It isn’t the size of Texas.”

“I’d rather not.”

“My brothers will be there. My family wants to meet you. This is part of the deal,” I reminded her.

“Kylian, not all this is part of the deal. You didn’t tell me I’d be dodging reporters. It’s a madhouse downstairs. I’m going to have to sneak out.”

“I’m sorry, but it will only be temporary.”

She groaned. “I don’t want to lie to your mom. I’m not good at that kind of thing.”

“Yvonne, this is part of the deal,” I said, getting frustrated with her argument.

I had expected resistance, but now she was actually trying to turn me down. It wasn’t something I was used to, and I certainly didn’t like it. People didn’t deny me, especially women.