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Yvonne's POV

My heart felt like it had been shattered. I had let myself believe there was something special happening between us. He’d been playing me. I couldn’t believe I had fallen for it … again. He had gotten me to the hotel and now I was stuck. I was pretty sure that had been his plan all along. I didn’t even have my damn phone or ID. I had no credit cards—nothing.

“Asshole,” I muttered.

I looked at the phone sitting on the hotel bedside table. I wasn’t even sure if I remembered Cynthia’s phone number. I was going to have to walk out of the hotel in either my sheet or my wedding gown. Neither was very appealing.

“Yvonne, can we talk?” Kylian said from the other side of the door.

“Go away.”

“No.”

I stomped toward the door and pulled it open. “Give me your phone.” “What? Why?”

“Because I’m hoping like hell you have Cynthia’s number in there,” I growled.

“I don’t,” he said in a quiet voice.

“Of course not,” I grumbled and slammed the door shut.

I stalked back to the bed. My dress w