Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 1

Katrina Morgan woke to the familiar sounds of sirens and the distant pull of loud city life filling the crowded street below. Rolling over onto her back, she sighed and rubbed the sleep away from her eyes. She felt around in her duvet for her phone, finally finding it after a

minute of lazy searching. She checked the time, relieved to see she had actually woken up before her alarm, for once.

She went over the schedule for the day in her head, calculating how much time she had to get ready before her boss's driver would be pulling up to her building to collect her. Three years into working for Ross Corporations, she still wasn't used to being picked up for work that way. It was essential, though. With the amount of work her boss had her handle on a daily basis, both of them needed to be driven around. It wasn't practical for her to have her own car, not in a city like this one.

She stood from her bed, taking a moment to stretch before she stumbled to the blackout curtains covering the massive window on the far wall of her room. She pulled them back, taking in the view from your thirteenth-floor apartment. Regardless of the workload her boss gave her, or how completely impossible he was to work for most of the time, Katrina was always thankful for a view like this one.

With a small smile on her face, she hurried to take a quick shower. As soon as she was done, she wrapped a towel around her body and walked to her closet to choose an outfit. She decided on a black pantsuit, with a white button down, and a pair of red heels. She coupled the outfit with a pair of sheer nylon socks.

As soon as she was dressed, Katrina headed back to her bathroom and applied an appropriate amount of makeup. She curled her hair into loose waves, and then she brushed her teeth. With one more glance at her reflection, she left her bathroom and grabbed her briefcase from atop her dresser.

She finally turned her phone off to silent mode, and it instantly rang. Just like it did every single morning, for the last three years.

"Good morning, Sir," Katrina said with as much cheerfulness as she could muster on a Wednesday morning.

"I need a new phone," came the brisk reply from her boss.

She wasn't at all surprised that he didn't return her polite sentiment. She sighed, willing herself to remain patient.

phone last week,

the f*ck does that have to do with anything? I

her nose. He was in one of his moods, it seemed. He was always curt, and always impatient, but every so often, he'd really lay it on thick. On those days, she had no choice but to hold on for dear life and ride the mood swings with as much grace as

she told the boss while she closed and locked her front door. "Oscar is here.

trust. Make sure they don't steep it for longer than three minutes this time,

it by now. But

of late, especially. Not for the least of the reasons

fifteen assistants, since the inception of his company seven

bother her as much. Where others got offended when Kylan was practically a robot,

while she often had to bite her tongue at the ridiculous requests her boss would throw at her daily, she also knew how to talk to him. She knew how he worked, and she knew where to avoid pushing him, in order to avoid an all-out nuclear level event from happening. Most of the time, anyway. When he was in a more unpredictable mood than most other days,

Kylan, while she opened the front door of her apartment building. She quickly found Oscar, right where he always was. The sleek, black SUV he drove around, was impossible to miss. It stuck out like a sore

the stock meeting with Ryan today, or tomorrow?" Kylan asked

Oscar, and then she moved her phone away from her ear, promptly

at four o'clock," she told Kylan, buckling her seat belt, while Oscar did the same in the front seat. He pulled out into traffic and headed in the direction of the coffee shop she went to every morning. It was the one place left on Kylan's list of shops

these weekly meetings," she heard

of rolling her eyes at his words. "Sir, you know the stocks have been dropping rapidly over the last few months. We need to come up with a course of action to rectify the situation. The press are-" "The press? Don't make me laugh, Katrina. You know I don't give a shit what

"I understand that. But while you don't care what they think of you, that doesn't

lately, ever since the stocks for Ross Corp. had begun their steady decline. As