Yvonne's POVCynthia had taken the day off. She had built up a crazy amount of vacation time and was all too happy to take one of her days for a shopping spree with me. I had been putting off the buying of baby clothes and whatnot until I was well into the second trimester. I was there, and my credit card was burning a hole in my pocket. I had gone to bed early the night before in preparation for a full day of exhausting shopping.She called to let me know she was almost at my place. I grabbed my purse and headed out, making sure my sweater and fashionable scarf were arranged just right to cover the slight bump that sometimes liked to be seen. If anyone saw me shopping for baby goods, it wouldn’t be hard to figure out, but I wanted to keep the gossip to a minimum. I wasn’t ready to cross that bridge yet.It almost felt like I should wear a scarlet letter on my belly. It shouldn’t be that way, but I knew once it came out Kylian and I were not together— and hadn’t been for a while—the r

Kylian's POVI left work, driving my own car once again. I was really getting into the hang of driving and found I really liked the independence it gave me. I realized I had been a pampered man most of my adult life and it had spoiled me. I was too used to others doing for me. I had to reshape my entire life if I expected Yvonne to believe I was a changed man. I knew she didn’t hold my dependence on others to take care of little things for me against me, but I felt like I needed to prove to her I was all man.Yes, I needed to rip off my shirt and beat on my bare chest, declaring I was a man. I was a man capable of taking care of my wife and child. It was some inner instinct I could not ignore. It was a challenge I wanted to be great at. Every time there was a challenge in my life, I liked to tackle it and make it my own. I didn’t half-ass anything. I was ready to make a go at the Yvonne thing, but first, I had to do something.I knew exactly who to talk to next. The one person in the

Yvonne's POVMy time at the lab was going great. I was having way too much fun playing in the lab as I referred to it. I had come up with the perfect red lipstick, but I couldn’t very well start a company with a single lipstick. I needed to have nail polish to match along with other shades. I loved the color mixing. I arrived home from the lab a couple hours earlier, grabbed a snack, and got right to work.I was putting together a business plan and jotting down ideas for a company name as well as clever names for the lipstick shades. Names mattered. A buyer needed to remember what it was they were spending their money on. Brand names were not something a person came up with overnight. I had spent hours upon hours doing word play, trying to name my company.When I heard the door buzz, I got up from my chair in the office, expecting another delivery from one of the many stores I had shopped at. The concierge had made it a habit to wait until late afternoon until all the deliveries had b

Kylian's POVI was nervous as hell. Never before in my life had I ever been so damn nervous. I was used to being confident. I was used to being the guy in charge. I knew I could call the driver and ask if she got in the car, but I wanted to wait. Deep down, it was because I was too afraid to hear the truth. I knew a dress wasn’t the wow factor my mom and Desmond had been trying to spark. They were encouraging something big and dramatic.I knew Yvonne and that wasn’t her style. A huge ten-carat diamond or a million bouquets of flowers would not get through to her. She could buy all that stuff herself. I needed to do something that was heartfelt and truly from me. It had to be special. It couldn’t be something I ordered through a catalog or sent my assistant to pick up.I had felt a little foolish shopping in the boutique, but I knew Yvonne well enough to know she liked the unique. She liked being a little different. I also knew she wasn’t flaunting her baby belly. She wasn’t wearing th

Yvonne's POVTasting his lips sent my body into some crazy, passion-filled frenzy. I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I wanted to eat the man alive. I felt like a ravenous animal as I plunged my tongue into his mouth while pressing my body close. I wanted him. I was desperate for his touch. I had been longing to hear him say the words and now that I had, it was like a switch had been flipped. I practically climbed his body, trying to get closer.“Shh,” he whispered, pulling his mouth from mine as he moved his lips to my neck, sucking and biting.I was so hot and turned on. I was already wet. I could feel the dampness between my legs. My head went back, looking past the twinkle lights strung across his balcony to the stars above. Being outside, in the fresh air and under the canopy of stars barely visible with the city lights flooding the area, was erotic. That wild side of me was feeding off the idea of being outside, in the middle of a bustling city with millions of people all around us