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Kylian's POV

I could see the tops of her breasts through the water. It was a fight not to go over there and take them in my hands. I couldn’t. Not yet. I needed to get the details of the wedding ironed out.

“What kind of wedding do you want?” I asked her.

“What do you mean what kind?” she asked.

“I mean, do you want big with the dress and the wedding party and the whole nine yards? A destination wedding? You tell me what you want. I know this isn’t exactly your dream wedding, but I want to make it as special as I can. Money is no object. If you want it in a castle in Ireland, I’ll make it happen.”

Her eyes widened. “A castle? The thought had never crossed my mind.” “What has crossed your mind? You’ve had to have thought about the wedding of your dreams. I want to make that come true for you.”

She looked contemplative for a moment, sipping from her wineglass. I needed the wedding and most importantly, I needed the heir. I had to get her to marry me as soon as