Kylian's POV“Why?”I laughed. It wasn’t exactly the response I was used to getting when I asked someone out for dinner. “My mother would like to meet you. It would be dinner at her house, out of the public eye.”I heard her gasp. “Her house? Doesn’t your mother live in a home the size of Texas?”I laughed. “It isn’t the size of Texas.”“I’d rather not.”“My brothers will be there. My family wants to meet you. This is part of the deal,” I reminded her.“Kylian, not all this is part of the deal. You didn’t tell me I’d be dodging reporters. It’s a madhouse downstairs. I’m going to have to sneak out.”“I’m sorry, but it will only be temporary.”She groaned. “I don’t want to lie to your mom. I’m not good at that kind of thing.”“Yvonne, this is part of the deal,” I said, getting frustrated with her argument.I had expected resistance, but now she was actually trying to turn me down. It wasn’t something I was used to, and I certainly didn’t like it. People didn’t deny me, especially women.
Yvonne's POVI was a bundle of nerves, never having been in a relationship long enough to face the "meet-the-parents" scenario. Meeting my fiancé's mother added an extra layer of strangeness. I had a gut feeling she wouldn't be thrilled about an ordinary girl entering her family. Maybe she suspected I was after her son's wealth. I hoped for a pleasant encounter, or at least to avoid a disastrous one. I'd heard horror stories from friends with difficult mothers-in-law and didn't want to join their ranks.Kylian's limo arrived promptly at six, and I opted for a safe little black dress. Throughout the ride to his family's estate, he remained absorbed in his tablet, barely speaking to me. It was a bit off-putting; he didn't even flirt or suggest anything, which was unusual for him.Upon reaching the grand mansion, Kylian seamlessly slipped into the role of fiancé, guiding me with a hand on my lower back as we entered. A woman in her mid-fifties, with graying dark hair, appeared from a near
Yvonne's POV“Our first date, I asked you about your education and you told me you didn’t have a degree. You lied.”I shook my head. “No, I didn’t. I don’t have a degree. You didn’t ask if I went to college, you asked if I had a degree.”“You purposely lied. I thought you said you were a shitty liar. It seems like you did a bang-up job that time,” he growled.“Relax. It isn’t a big deal.”“I need to know everything there is to know about you. My brother knows you better than I do!”I shook my head. “It’s a fake engagement. It doesn’t matter.”He scooted a little closer to me, pulling my body across the seat to press against his. I looked up at him, wondering what he was about.“I need to know everything there is to know about the mother of my child, the future heir to the Litt Group,” he said in a husky voice, his breath brushing over my exposed neck.“Kylian, you know plenty about me. I don’t have any dark secrets,” I managed to get out, even though my throat felt tight as his hand re
Kylian's POVI sat in my seat at the head of the table in the conference room, staring at Kieran. He was pretending like nothing had happened the other night at dinner. Pretending he hadn’t flirted with Yvonne and rekindling whatever friendship they had and pushing me out in the process. I couldn’t stop the negative thoughts from coming. I had to wonder if there had ever been anything between the two of them. Had they slept together at all? Maybe they had a friends-with-benefits type of thing? She looked genuinely happy to see him, something I didn’t see when she saw me. I could admit I was a little jealous.Kieran was pretending to be normal, to be my friend, but I didn’t trust him. As I listened to one of the board members talk, I zoned out, replaying the evening over and over in my head. Yvonne and Kieran had huddled together in the corner, laughing and talking like they had known each other forever. She had touched his shoulder and he was constantly touching her hand. She didn’t do
Kylian's POV“You’re engaged? I had to find out from the gossip section of the paper that my best friend is engaged.”I groaned. “I’m sorry. Things have been hectic.”“You mentioned you were seeing someone. You didn’t say it was that serious,” he complained.“I wasn’t sure. I wanted to find out if it was the real thing and whether or not she was really the woman I wanted to marry. Then, it just happened,” I said, not really lying about how things went down.“Congratulations. Am I going to meet her?”“I’m sure you will,” I muttered, ordering my own drink.He nodded. “You don’t sound all that excited about the whole thing.”“It’s been a shit day at work.”“So, tell me about her.”I let out a long sigh, knowing I wasn’t going to get that escape I was hoping for. “I don’t know. She’s pretty, smart, a little stubborn. I didn’t want to tell you about her in case it ended up being one of those things that faded away. We don’t get to hang out all that often and I didn’t want to spend it talkin
Yvonne's POVHe was too big for the room. I had no idea how I was supposed to sit in these meetings beside him and pretend I wasn’t thinking of sex. I was convinced it was written all over my face. I knew he had to see it. I kept biting my bottom lip, thinking back to the limo ride home and how I had made a complete fool of myself. I had let him put his hand under my skirt. Not just let, loved it. Loved the naughtiness and the danger of it and wasn’t all that ashamed by my response.“Do you agree?” I heard him say.I blinked. I had no idea what he was talking about. “Do I agree with what?”He grinned, and I wanted to slap him. He knew exactly where my mind had been. I took a deep breath and looked at the advertising executive that had been talking.“Yes,” I mumbled, nodding and hoping it was the right answer.I didn’t get the chance to think about the limo ride because I was reliving it all over again. His hand was on my knee, under the table. I jerked away, telling him to stop. I glan
Yvonne's POVI nodded, willing to agree to just about anything to get that release that was hanging just out of reach. “Okay.”“We’ll go out for drinks first, make a public appearance, let the press see us together,” he said in a husky tone.“Yes,” I moaned, my response having nothing to do with what he was actually saying.His fingers slipped under my panties, touching my core. His finger pressed against the hard nub that was throbbing in time with my heartbeat, sending me cascading into heavenly bliss. My head fell forward as I rode out a very public orgasm, doing my best to conceal what was happening to my body.His quiet presence beside me helped ground me. I looked up as his hand pulled away from my leg. “I’ll text you the details for tomorrow,” he whispered, then kissed me on the cheek before he headed toward the door of the conference room.Cynthia appeared seconds later and flopped down in the seat he had vacated. I couldn’t quite get my legs to stop shaking and was glad she ch
Kylian's POVI wanted to show Yvonne off. It would be great publicity while getting the investors off our backs and shutting down the naysayers. Of course, there would still be some people who would print hateful crap, but at least the positive would far outweigh the negative.When the limo parked in front of her building, she was already in the lobby. I had a feeling she didn’t want me in her place for one reason or another. That was fine. She could keep her little private domain for now.“Are you ready?” I asked her, leading her with her hand on my arm to the limo.“I hope so.”“You look beautiful. That blue dress is going to photograph really well,” I told her, meaning every word.She laughed. “I never thought I would be dressing for the media, but I guess there is a first time for everything. Where exactly are we going?”“The Monarch Rooftop. I may have dropped a little hint we would be there enjoying some predinner drinks before a quiet dinner at my place,” I told her.She grimace