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Kylian's POV

I scanned the dance floor and noticed a woman in a blue dress that immediately conjured up some wild fantasies. The way her hips moved, her arms stretching to the ceiling and her head rolling back and forth looked familiar. It reminded me of Yvonne. Hell, now I was really losing my mind.

I was seeing her in other women.

I sucked down the scotch, doing my best not to stare at the woman in the blue dress, but something kept drawing me back to her.

“She’s hot,” Jason said from beside me.

I turned to look at him. “Indeed.”

When I looked back, she was gone. I immediately scanned the crowd, trying to find her. She had left the dance floor. I hoped she hadn’t left the club. I wanted to watch her some more. It was then I saw her standing next to a small table. I could only see her profile, but I would know that face anywhere. It was Yvonne. She was chatting with a guy, smiling, her perfect lips sucking on a little red straw as she flirted.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to take car