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Kylian's POV

She 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