Yvonne's POVI smiled. “Very perceptive. This isn’t my thing. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a drag.”He shrugged. “Not a problem. I see a friend I’m going to go say hi to. Try and have some fun,” he said before abandoning me at the table.I couldn’t blame him. There was no chance he was getting laid by me. I looked around the room and realized it really wasn’t my scene. Everyone looked so young and immature. In the back of my mind, I thought about Kylian. He was a man. Mature, dominating, and so much more than the guys I watched grinding against anything that moved on the dance floor. I was a little embarrassed for them.I missed Kylian. He was a big, fat jerk, but I missed him. I knew there was more to him than the tough exterior he presented to the world. I had caught glimpses of it and knew with a little time and energy, I could get to that part of him.“You look lonely. Do you want to dance?” A male voice cut through my Kylian thoughts.I looked up to see a guy, I couldn’t bring my
Kylian's POVI scanned the dance floor and noticed a woman in a blue dress that immediately conjured up some wild fantasies. The way her hips moved, her arms stretching to the ceiling and her head rolling back and forth looked familiar. It reminded me of Yvonne. Hell, now I was really losing my mind.I was seeing her in other women.I sucked down the scotch, doing my best not to stare at the woman in the blue dress, but something kept drawing me back to her.“She’s hot,” Jason said from beside me.I turned to look at him. “Indeed.”When I looked back, she was gone. I immediately scanned the crowd, trying to find her. She had left the dance floor. I hoped she hadn’t left the club. I wanted to watch her some more. It was then I saw her standing next to a small table. I could only see her profile, but I would know that face anywhere. It was Yvonne. She was chatting with a guy, smiling, her perfect lips sucking on a little red straw as she flirted.“If you’ll excuse me, I need to take car
Kylian's POVShe looked murderous. “You have no clue. Absolutely clueless.” I scoffed. “Good defense, Yvonne.”“I’ve told you the truth. I agreed to have lunch with him. I didn’t know what he was doing. Maybe he did set it up for you to catch us together. Obviously, he knows you well enough to predict how you would react. I didn’t. I’m glad I found out now, though.”I smirked. “You didn’t think I would be upset to find out my fake fiancée was screwing around with my brother? I mean, even in the strangest, most forward-thinking worlds that has to be some kind of violation.”She shrugged. “Aren’t you the one who said you felt nothing for me?” she shot back.“We were sleeping together,” I hissed, hating that I felt jealous at all. “Sleeping together? Is that what you call it? Good to know,” she said, a look of disgust on her face.She looked away, pretending interest in the people behind me, moving their bodies in time with the slow beat of drums booming through the speakers all around u
Yvonne's POVI am not going to let him ruin another day of my life.Yesterday had been a complete disaster. After running into him on Friday night, I spent most of yesterday a complete wreck. I was not the type to let a man get to me, but he did. I would always regret signing the contract. It had been stupid. It was pure greed that led me to it. I was greedy with my company. I wanted it all. I had screwed up by not raising the prices and being proactive, and I had driven it right into a financial black hole. That was on me.The CEO position wasn’t mine to hold. I sold my company to keep it alive and should have been gracious enough to take a step down. Hindsight was definitely twenty-twenty, but unfortunately, it was always a little too late. I had been a fool to jump at the opportunity he presented. I wasn’t prone to such foolishness.“It’s over,” I mumbled, sipping my coffee in the kitchen.It was over. I had no idea what came next. I was expecting some kind of separation notice or
Yvonne's POV“You don’t need him or his negativity,” I said aloud, trying to make myself believe the words.It wasn’t working. I hated the idea of him touching another woman, sharing his body with someone else. I thought about his demand to have an heir. That would only happen one way. It actually made me feel ill to think of him doing what he did to me with some other woman who could never feel the way I did. Sure, his money, good looks, and his skill in the bedroom would make another woman very happy, but she would never really appreciate him like I had. I knew there was more to him. I wanted to put in the time to really get to know him and make our partnership work. I was convinced another woman would simply want him for what he could offer and not care about him in the slightest.I took a deep breath and once again pushed him from my thoughts. I lathered my loofah and cleansed my body, finding myself right back to thoughts of Kylian and his hands roaming my body the way only he co
Kylian's POVI kept thinking I should call Yvonne about this or that as I combed through her company’s financials and projections. I had a lot of questions and no one else knew the business like her. How could anyone else compare to Yvonne? It was her baby and no one else could possibly understand the drive behind making it successful. I sighed, wondering if I had made a mistake. I hadn’t been able to get the image of her walking out of the club out of my mind. I was a dick. I knew that. I wasn’t entirely convinced her tears weren’t contrived, but there was a little niggle of doubt that wouldn’t let up.I had debated calling Kieran and asking him for his version of events but didn’t want to appear weak. I wanted to know if his story would match Yvonne’s. I wanted to ask him directly why he went behind my back to have lunch with my fiancée. It was scandalous and deceitful. There was no way it was an innocent meeting. He was up to something. The guy had me right wher
Kylian's POV“They are friends! They met in college and got along great! Your brother isn’t interested in her beyond catching up. If she’s supposed to be a part of the family, wouldn’t it be wise to have them actually like each other?” she snapped.In my mind I wanted to say no but knew that was the wrong answer. “She’s my fiancée, soon to be my wife, and hopefully the mother of my child one day. I don’t care if she and Kieran get along. It isn’t like he and I spend a lot of time together.”“Well maybe that should change. You’ve got a chip on your shoulder and I’m about tired of it. You two need to work out whatever is between you. I don’t like having my sons fighting each other. Your brother did nothing wrong,” she scolded.I sighed. “Mom, you didn’t see them together,” I said, feeling a bit like I was whining.“I don’t have to. I think you need to think twice about turning this into a family feud,” she said and ended the call.I stared at the phone in total
Yvonne's POVI was quite literally climbing the walls of my apartment. I was precariously perched on the back of my sofa, using it as a ladder as I hung a painting. I had rearranged the furniture in my living room and was now moving pictures around to go with the new design. Yesterday, I had cleaned out and rearranged my kitchen cabinets. Making breakfast this morning had been quite an adventure because I couldn’t remember where I had put everything.I had to get a job or a life, preferably both before I really lost my mind. Kylian had yet to call. I heard zero from the human resources department and had no idea what to expect. I couldn’t call him, I decided. I didn’t want him to think I was begging for my job or him. No way was I going to grovel. The scene at the club had been replaying in my head for too long.I stepped off the couch, put my hands on my hips, and shook my head. It wasn’t what I wanted. I needed change and simply moving the couch from one side of