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He shrugged. “It’s never been what I wanted. I don’t want that kind of responsibility. I like knowing I can walk away from the job if I want. If I were the CEO, there would be all kinds of restraints. I like the freedom of being the spare heir.”“What about Yvonne?” I blurted out.Kieran smiled. “I don’t want Yvonne. I wasn’t conspiring with her. I don’t love her. She’s a nice lady and we got along great, but it was never like that with her. I wanted to reconnect with her. I was surprised you and she were a thing. The Yvonne I knew was not your type.”“Yvonne is a beautiful woman. I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted her,” I persisted.He let out a long sigh. “I’m in love with someone else. I don’t want Yvonne. She is gorgeous, kind, and smart, but not the woman I want. One day I will tell you all about the woman I love, but for now, I need you to know I am not trying to ruin your life, take your inheritance, or anything else,” he said, and I almoRelated chapters
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Yvonne's POVIt felt good to be back in the lab. Once my company had gotten started, I had rarely ventured into the lab. That was the research and development team’s domain. I was the lady in the big office and didn’t have the time to play with various ingredients. I missed the days of doing the creating. I had been involved in choosing shades and things like that, but the actual creation had been delegated to a group of experts.Now, it was all about my own dreams and my own talents in the lab, which weren’t quite as good as some of the team at my old company, but I could get by. It felt good to have somewhere to go and something to do. I had my earbuds in and was enjoying some piano music. It always helped me focus. I was creating the perfect shade of red lipstick that maintained the shine while lasting all day without the use of harmful chemicals. I knew there were others out there, but mine was going to be better.The morning sickness hadn’t been as bad when I w
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Yvonne's POVHe sighed. “I can only imagine. It isn’t personal. He doesn’t know how to be the kind of guy who women dream of falling in love with. He’s Kylian. He’s stern and aloof, but underneath all that, there is a good man in need of a good woman. I think that’s you, Yvonne.”I fought back the urge to race over to Kylian’s house and tell him I loved him and it would be okay. I wasn’t going to let myself get hurt like that. Not again.“I’m not interested in fixing a damaged man,” I snapped.“He’s not damaged. He has a big ego, that’s for sure. But he wants you, I know that. He’s too stubborn and prideful to make the first move. He knows he screwed up, but he’s so arrogant, he can’t do anything about it. He’s ashamed of his behavior,” Kieran explained.I scoffed. “He should be ashamed.”“I know you love him, Yvonne. Don’t do this to yourself. Give him a chance to make things right. I know he did something that hurt you, but it wasn’t intentional.
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Kylian's POVI wasn’t accustomed to going in to the office on a Saturday, but after cutting out of work so much this last week to check on Mom, I was a little behind. Not to mention, I had kind of checked out in general the past six weeks. I’d flip-flopped between caring and not caring about the company’s success. I couldn’t believe I thought I would be able to take a vacation.Things would have fallen apart without me. I knew it was a shitty management style. I needed to delegate more. Kieran was the right-hand man and could handle this stuff if I let him, but I was too afraid to let go of my control. I wanted to trust him, and I did a lot more than I had two weeks ago, but the company was difficult to give up control of—even a little. The whole situation was why I needed to take a step back and enjoy a little rest and relaxation on a sandy beach somewhere. I needed to get my head straight. There was too much shit bouncing around and making me crazy. Mistakes, missed opport
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Yvonne's POVIt had been so long since I’d seen him in person. He looked exhausted. I wondered if he had been out late the night before. The thought made me crazy with jealousy, which I quickly dismissed. I had walked out on him. I had no claim to the man, even if I was carrying his baby. Kieran had obviously been wrong about Kylian pining over me.“Hi,” I said, the word came out as a whisper.He was so damn good looking. I hated how attractive he was. I couldn’t resist looking into his eyes. I could see the turmoil and my heart immediately went out to him. All thoughts of jealousy vanished as I looked at him stare back at me.We stood like that for what felt like forever before he finally stepped forward. “Would you like to come in?”I shook my head and stepped to the side as he walked toward his door, his key in hand. “No thank you.”He cocked his head to the side. “You came here for something, right? Or did you really come just to knock on my door and then
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Yvonne's POV“I’m fine. Kieran is an ass.”“So are you,” I shot back.He was smiling when he turned around. “I am. But he’s meddling. He needs to mind his own business.”“He cares about you.”The words made him uncomfortable. I could see it in his eyes and by the way he was gripping the glass in his hand. “I’m fine,” he repeated.I took a drink of water. “Great. Then I guess I can go.” “Wait,” he said, stepping toward me once again.I took a step back, bumping into the back of the couch. “Kylian, I only came by to make sure you were okay.”He nodded slowly, his eyes on mine. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” he said in his husky voice that always made goose bumps pop out over my body.“Have you been thinking about what you did? How much of a jerk you were?” I snapped.Once again, he looked uncomfortable. “Yes.”I couldn’t let him off too easy. I was a softie when it came to him. He had convinced me to take him back once before. I had no
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Kylian's POVIt felt good to be getting back into the swing of things. Monday had been amazing. I was able to take care of business that had been neglected during my mental-checkout phase. It felt great to be able to focus on the company and to keep it afloat. I did love power and I did love success, but I was no longer a slave to those two things. I had a completely different outlook on the world. I realized money and power were not everything. True happiness came from the people in your life and not what you could buy.I was sure my staff probably thought I was drunk most of the day yesterday because of my rather uncharacteristically good mood. It wasn’t normal for me, but I liked it. I was still the cutthroat business man I had to be, but I felt much better about the way things were headed. My date with Yvonne was tonight. I had been looking forward to it all day. Hell, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since she agreed to go with me.I vowed to behave
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Kylian's POVShe smiled. “I have lately. I like the control. I like going where I want and changing my mind if I get the urge.”“It does give you a certain sense of freedom.”The waiter delivered our drinks. I took a sip and was unimpressed, but I could enjoy a dry date.“You could have ordered a scotch,” she said looking at the glass I had set back on the table.I shrugged. “I didn’t really want one. How have you been?” I asked, wanting to know what she’d been doing with all her free time.“Good. I’ve been learning to cook,” she said with a smile.“Really? That’s cool. Maybe we can whip something up one of these days,” I offered, hoping to hear her say yes.“Maybe. What about you? You said you were planning a vacation. Where were you going?”I couldn’t tell her I was hoping to escape the country and her memory. “I was headed to the Maldives for a week or two.”“Wow! That sounds like a nice vacation.” “Have you ever been?”She shook her he
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Yvonne's POVI let Kylian tuck me in to his car like I was an invalid. He pulled away from the curb slowly and without jerking, which I was extremely grateful for. My stomach had protested my walk to the car, but there was no way I could lie on that bathroom floor all night. I prayed I could hold everything in until we got home. I would die if I vomited in his car. Absolutely. Fucking. Die. I ordered my stomach to cease and desist its revolt. My demands were being ignored. My stomach was still rolling. I could literally feel the bile in my throat. I prayed I could make it to my house without losing my cookies again. It took every ounce of willpower and self-control not to give in to the nausea. I couldn’t move or breathe for fear of losing that tiny bit of control I had going for me.“Should I stop and pick something up?” he offered.“No! Just drive me home, please.” I groaned.“Okay. I’m going. Try and relax,” he said, trying to soothe me.He was doing everythin
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