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.

just bought you a new phone last week, Sir," she

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

swallowed and pinched the bridge of 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

a lull in meetings today between twelve and three, I'll go and get your phone then," she told the boss while she closed

sure they don't steep it for longer than three minutes

by now. But she felt bad

Not for the least of the reasons being the boss and his... Well, his complete inability

was, by all accounts, an asshole. A bastard, really. He had gone through fifteen assistants, since the inception of his company seven years ago. Remarkably, she had stuck around, despite his open

for most things. It was overwhelming at times, to say the least. But where Kylan intimidated most people, he didn't bother her as much. Where others got

talk to him. She knew how he worked, and she

Sir?" Katrina asked 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

today, or tomorrow?"

the car with a silent thank you to Oscar, and then she moved her phone away from her ear, promptly putting it on speaker. She opened her calendar, so she could

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 that didn't brew his tea "all wrong". She wasn't sure what she would do if, and really inevitably when, he deemed

weekly meetings," she heard Kylan

couldn't see her doing so, Katrina allowed herself the satisfaction 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

you, that doesn't mean that the

a string of impressive swear words, and she listened silently. This is how conversations like this always went with him lately, ever since the stocks for Ross Corp. had begun their steady decline. As soon as he was done filling her ear with his favorite vulgarities, he hung up without