All Chapters of The Billionaire CEO'S Fake Fiancée : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Yvonne's POVIt had been so long since I’d seen him in person. He looked exhausted. I wondered if he had been out late the night before. The thought made me crazy with jealousy, which I quickly dismissed. I had walked out on him. I had no claim to the man, even if I was carrying his baby. Kieran had obviously been wrong about Kylian pining over me.“Hi,” I said, the word came out as a whisper.He was so damn good looking. I hated how attractive he was. I couldn’t resist looking into his eyes. I could see the turmoil and my heart immediately went out to him. All thoughts of jealousy vanished as I looked at him stare back at me.We stood like that for what felt like forever before he finally stepped forward. “Would you like to come in?”I shook my head and stepped to the side as he walked toward his door, his key in hand. “No thank you.”He cocked his head to the side. “You came here for something, right? Or did you really come just to knock on my door and then

Kylian's POVIt felt good to be getting back into the swing of things. Monday had been amazing. I was able to take care of business that had been neglected during my mental-checkout phase. It felt great to be able to focus on the company and to keep it afloat. I did love power and I did love success, but I was no longer a slave to those two things. I had a completely different outlook on the world. I realized money and power were not everything. True happiness came from the people in your life and not what you could buy.I was sure my staff probably thought I was drunk most of the day yesterday because of my rather uncharacteristically good mood. It wasn’t normal for me, but I liked it. I was still the cutthroat business man I had to be, but I felt much better about the way things were headed. My date with Yvonne was tonight. I had been looking forward to it all day. Hell, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since she agreed to go with me.I vowed to behave

Yvonne's POVI let Kylian tuck me in to his car like I was an invalid. He pulled away from the curb slowly and without jerking, which I was extremely grateful for. My stomach had protested my walk to the car, but there was no way I could lie on that bathroom floor all night. I prayed I could hold everything in until we got home. I would die if I vomited in his car. Absolutely. Fucking. Die. I ordered my stomach to cease and desist its revolt. My demands were being ignored. My stomach was still rolling. I could literally feel the bile in my throat. I prayed I could make it to my house without losing my cookies again. It took every ounce of willpower and self-control not to give in to the nausea. I couldn’t move or breathe for fear of losing that tiny bit of control I had going for me.“Should I stop and pick something up?” he offered.“No! Just drive me home, please.” I groaned.“Okay. I’m going. Try and relax,” he said, trying to soothe me.He was doing everythin

Kylian's POVI was intrigued and a little worried about what she would tell me. She seemed so serious and almost a little scared to tell me whatever it was.In all the time we had been together, she’d never had a hard time telling me exactly what was on her mind. It was one of the things I liked most about her. She could be herself around me and didn’t care if I liked it or not. She never held back.As I watched her fidget and squirm, I began to feel a little uneasy myself. Something was off. I could tell whatever it was, was big. Yvonne wasn’t the squirming type, unless she was hot and horny, then she squirmed like crazy. This was different.“Go ahead,” I said, wanting to set her at ease.I blocked the millions of thoughts that were floating through my brain as she looked down at her hands and then back at me. Her illness left her looking very pale. Her black eyeliner was smudged, giving her a hollow appearance. Her cheekbones were more pronounced, and my e

Yvonne's POVI wanted to hate him, I really did, but that stupid, foolish heart of mine refused to do so. I was considering a heart transplant. Wouldn’t that erase him from my soul? I dragged my ass to the kitchen after spending my first thirty minutes of being awake on the bathroom floor once again. It was really getting old. I didn’t think it was fair that I could end my day hugging the toilet and start the day the same way.“Listen, kid, you only get one time during the day. You don’t get to make me sick all day. It isn’t nice. You need food if you want to come out big, healthy, and strong. Well, scratch the big. You can get big once you’ve exited my body. Until then, play nice. Let Mommy eat and keep the food in her belly. Got it?” I scolded the tiny fetus tucked deep inside my body.I was losing my mind. I had been spending so much time alone in my apartment, I had taken up talking to my unborn child. I scolded him or her, explained what was on television, and about my day in gen