Kylian's POVShe 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

Yvonne's POV“You don’t need him or his negativity,” I said aloud, trying to make myself believe the words.It wasn’t working. I hated the idea of him touching another woman, sharing his body with someone else. I thought about his demand to have an heir. That would only happen one way. It actually made me feel ill to think of him doing what he did to me with some other woman who could never feel the way I did. Sure, his money, good looks, and his skill in the bedroom would make another woman very happy, but she would never really appreciate him like I had. I knew there was more to him. I wanted to put in the time to really get to know him and make our partnership work. I was convinced another woman would simply want him for what he could offer and not care about him in the slightest.I took a deep breath and once again pushed him from my thoughts. I lathered my loofah and cleansed my body, finding myself right back to thoughts of Kylian and his hands roaming my body the way only he co

Kylian's POV“They are friends! They met in college and got along great! Your brother isn’t interested in her beyond catching up. If she’s supposed to be a part of the family, wouldn’t it be wise to have them actually like each other?” she snapped.In my mind I wanted to say no but knew that was the wrong answer. “She’s my fiancée, soon to be my wife, and hopefully the mother of my child one day. I don’t care if she and Kieran get along. It isn’t like he and I spend a lot of time together.”“Well maybe that should change. You’ve got a chip on your shoulder and I’m about tired of it. You two need to work out whatever is between you. I don’t like having my sons fighting each other. Your brother did nothing wrong,” she scolded.I sighed. “Mom, you didn’t see them together,” I said, feeling a bit like I was whining.“I don’t have to. I think you need to think twice about turning this into a family feud,” she said and ended the call.I stared at the phone in total

Yvonne's POVI rolled my eyes. “So romantic,” I said sarcastically.He grinned. “I told you, this has nothing to do with romance. It’s all about business. You keep your job and I get to keep my company. We have a kid—a son—together and you get everything you want, and so do I.”“A kid? I can’t believe you expect me to pop out a kid just so it can have your name. Do you plan on being a father or just slapping your last name on the child’s birth certificate?” I growled, still trying to get my head around the idea of having a baby without any love or plans for the father to be involved in the baby’s life.“Will you take the ring?” he said, ignoring all my arguments.I stared at the diamond. I loved the ring. No matter what had happened between us, the ring did mean a little something to me. I sighed, really wishing I would have poured the glass of wine and ignored the door.“Fine,” I grumbled, surprising myself by my easy acceptance.“Fine?” he sai

Kylian's POV“It’s okay. Kieran and I have always had a strange relationship. I’ll admit there is a bit of a long-standing feud between us. I don’t dislike him, it’s just that I don’t trust him,” I explained.“Kylian, I know it’s a sensitive subject, but Kieran and I really were friends all those years ago. There was nothing between us. We were friends. We hung out and ate pizza and stuff like that,” she said in a soft voice.I wanted to believe her. My life would be much easier if I did. “And now?” I asked.She looked at me and smiled. “Nothing.” I nodded. “Okay.”She breathed a sigh of relief. I felt the tension almost immediately diffuse in the room. We had addressed the elephant in the room and now we could move on to more exciting topics.“So, tell me more about you. Do you like to go clubbing often?” I asked, not meaning to revisit the subject, but I wanted to know.She shook her head. “No, absolutely not. What you saw was a night out to g