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Kylian's POV

None of them were what I wanted. She’d spoiled me. I didn’t know if I would ever be able to touch another woman again. They would never compare to her. It was her taste, her smell that I craved. I thought about taking one of the women home and do my best to pretend she was Yvonne. It wouldn’t work. I wanted Yvonne and that pissed me off more than what she did to me.

“Hey, mind if we crash your party up here?” A male voice cut through my fantasy.

I turned to see an old friend. “Jason! Hey!” I said, getting up and shaking the guy’s hand.

“Kylian Litt. It’s been a while!” he greeted.

I nodded my head. “I thought I’d give you all a chance by taking a step back.”

He burst into laughter. “That explains everything.”

I shook the hands of the other three men I vaguely remembered from past years of hanging out at the club. It was a little strange to see they were still hanging around.

The waitress returned, greeted each of the men by name, confirming my suspicion they were regulars.