Yvonne's POVThe next thirty minutes flew by. I barely had a chance to breathe before I was holding my baby girl in my arms.“I think you must have set a new record for first time moms,” the doctor said with a grin.It was at that moment my doctor came into the room. “I missed it?” he asked with surprise.The other doctor gave him the rundown while I marveled at my baby girl.“Would you like to hold your daughter?” I asked Kylian, handing her to him.He took her, held her tiny head in his big hand, and stared at her, tears in his eyes before the nurse swooped in and took her to be weighed and cleaned up.“We have a baby,” he said with complete amazement.I smiled and nodded. “Looks that way. I know you wanted a boy,” I said, feeling a little like I let him down.He looked at me, his eyes wide, shaking his head. “No way! I wanted a baby. You girls are exactly what I want. I couldn’t imagine anything else. She’s perfect. She’s everything I could ever want. The two of you are my entire r
Kylian's POVI heard the soft cries and blinked several times, orientating myself to the room. I listened a little longer to see if she would fall back to sleep on her own and realized it wasn’t going to happen. I stretched my arms before swinging my legs over the side of the bed to get up. I felt Yvonne stir and knew she was waking up as well.“Shh, go back to sleep. I’ve got her,” I told her, putting my hand on her shoulder.I had been trying to do my part, getting up for at least one of the middle-of-the-night feedings. Fortunately, Jaime was a content little girl and was down to only needing to wake once in the night for a bottle. She was a healthy, strong girl and required a lot of food. The first few weeks home from the hospital had been grueling. We were both up for a good two weeks straight before we finally managed to develop a routine that allowed everyone to get some sleep.“Thank you,” Yvonne mumbled.She didn’t need to thank me for doing something I was supposed to be doi
Kylian's POVShe was back a few minutes later with a fresh bottle. She handed it to me before sitting next to me, her head leaning against my shoulder as I fed our daughter.“You can go back to bed,” I assured her.“It’s okay, I like sitting with you. I haven’t gotten to see you much these past few days,” she said.I nodded. “I’m sorry. I tried to get out of that meeting yesterday, but it required my attention. Kieran wasn’t familiar with the company and I didn’t want to leave him high and dry.”“Don’t be sorry. I’m being needy.”“No, you’re not.”“How is Kieran?” she asked.I smiled in the darkness. “Good. Something is up with him, but I’m not sure what. I think it has to do with a woman. He doesn’t want to take over my job—I’ve offered,” I joked.“I’m glad you two are getting along. I really do like all your brothers,” she said.I smirked. “That’s because you don’t really know them. Trust me, if you did, you wouldn’t be quite as generous with your summation of their characters.”“St
Yvonne's POV The cab finally got pulled up in front of a fancy restaurant and I felt a rush of nerves, as I alighted the cab. Dragging in a deep breath, I reached into my bag for my powder mirror and opened it gently to study my reflection, making small adjustments to my makeup with practiced ease. I had dressed to kill for my meeting with Kylian Litt, the man who was going to save my company. His firm reaped struggling businesses like mine, either selling them off or boosting them. Despite his assurance of no ulterior motives, my mind raced, hinting at other possibilities. Why dinner instead of a straightforward office meeting? Desperation clung to my agreement for dinner, clinging to my job. But I had limits; if he crossed them, I vowed to leave. No position justified compromising myself—right? Even if his appeal stirred something undeniable within me. I closed the mirror with a soft click, feeling a renewed sense of confidence as with a deep breath, I strode into the restauran
Yvonne's POVI found myself in an unusual state of mind, not quite fitting into the conventional mold. Kylian's assertive demeanor had stirred something within me, leading to incessant thoughts about him even after leaving the dinner table. Perhaps there had been a vivid fantasy involving him, although I refused to acknowledge it. He had a way of teasing, leaving me both intrigued and frustrated.As if his proposal of a fake marriage wasn't enough, he added the tempting suggestion of experiencing a preview of our arrangement. It was tempting, I couldn't deny that. Yet, I resisted the urge and opted for a cold shower upon returning home. It irked me how easily he could affect me. His lack of a filter, speaking whatever crossed his mind regardless of social norms, was both infuriating and strangely alluring.I had one final chance to break away from Kylian's influence for good. Today's meeting with my investors was crucial, and I preferred begging for their support over dealing with Kyl
Kylian's POVI enjoyed surprising women with my culinary skills, relishing in their unexpected delight at finding out I was more than meets the eye. "The total package," I quipped to myself as I busied myself in the kitchen. For Yvonne, I had prepared a tantalizing meal of linguine with a rich homemade sauce, complemented by perfectly cooked steaks. The wine I selected was a perfect match for the occasion, adding an extra touch of elegance to the evening. Everything had to be flawless; after all, I needed to impress her, even if I had teased otherwise. This dinner was part of my strategy to win her over to my proposal.Setting the candlestick on the table, I carefully placed the tall, white candle in its holder and lit it, casting a warm glow across the room. I knew the allure of a homemade candlelight dinner was hard to resist for any woman. Soft music wafted from the speakers in the ceiling, creating an ambiance of intimacy and romance. The lighting was just enough to create a cozy
Kylian's POV It was Monday, unlike most people, I actually liked Mondays. Mondays were a fresh beginning. It was like New Year’s, fifty-four days of the year. I fired up the laptop and began to scroll through my emails, trying to distract myself from recalling the previous weekend escapades. I couldn't help but bit my lower lip as I recalled how soft Yvonne's lips had been on mine and how she'd given me a taste I'd been craving for so long. “Hey!” Kieran said walking into my office, that Monday without knocking. “What do you want, Kieran?” I grumbled. “You’re grumpy.” “I am not. You barged in without even knocking.” He sat down on my couch, crossed his legs, and stretched his arm over the back of the couch. "Does that even count?" he asked, a grin playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes, it counts. If my door is shut, you knock. Everyone knows that," I retorted sharply. He chuckled softly. "Feels like old times, doesn't it? You scolding me for barging in." "That's becau
Kylian's POV "The conference room is right, this way." One of her workers was telling me as he walked me towards her office. I felt ridiculous to be excited, to finalize the terms that would get me my inheritance, which was supposed to be mine, as the oldest son. I strolled down the hallway to Yvonne's office, looking forward to seeing her. I had her right where I wanted her and knew my presence would make her anxious. “Good morning, Mr. Litt. Everyone’s in the conference room,” the secretary said, pointing across the hall.“Thank you,” I said with my charming smile and headed for the door. When I walked in, although I had already been told everyone waswaiting, I was still a little surprised to see both lawyers and Yvonne already there. She stood to greet me with a friendly smile. I walked to her and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. She didn’t flinch at all, which surprised me a little. I noticed the slight blush she was trying to hide. She could pretend all she wanted, but I