Mr. K, that was Cyrus's other identity.

At her words, Cyrus's voice was cold, his irritation clear. "So, you think this Mr. K is better than me?"

"Of course he is! Way better!" Vivienne snapped, her cheeks puffing with frustration.

Cyrus's expression darkened, his brow furrowed as he leaned in and tilted her chin up. "Vee, why do you always say things I don't like? Do I need to kiss some sense into you?"

Before she could respond, he pulled her into a kiss—deep, ...