Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 2

Five minutes later, the car was pulling into the massive parking garage beneath the behemoth all-glass building, that was Ross Corp's headquarters. Oscar parked next to several other standard issued black SUVS and then cut the engine. She walked inside with him, before he finally had to turn down to the security office, and she to the elevator that would take her upstairs to the top floor of the building.

"Thank you, Oscar," she said with a wave.

Oscar smiled at her. "Don't let him push you around too much today, Katrina," he reminded her.

She sighed and nodded her head. "Absolutely not."

She smiled at him one more time, before she walked to the elevator, giving a polite greeting to today's receptionist along the way. She wasn't at all surprised that it was someone she didn't recognize, yet again. The employee turnover rate was impacting every department, after all.

A few minutes later, Katrina was walking out into the familiar top floor that housed the various higher-ups of Ross Corp. She walked by Ryan's office, realizing he was on the phone. She gave him a nod and then continued on her way. This floor of the building was always relatively quiet. Kylan demanded it is that way.

The only sound she heard, was the clicking of her heels on the polished laminated flooring beneath her feet. It unsettled her at times, how lifeless this area of the company seemed to be, but she was mostly used to it by now.

She reached her office at the end of the hall, taking a moment to set down her coffee on her desk, followed by her briefcase next to it. She knew she had a million emails waiting for her eyes to go over, but she also knew that Kylan's tea would be getting cold, and she couldn't allow that to happen.

She left her office, his tea in hand, and continued next door. She didn't bother knocking, she never did anymore. Kylan knew it would be her at this time of day. She pushed open the heavy, oak door, and stepped inside.

Kylan was pacing in front of the window, phone pressed to his ear, and one hand in the pocket of his perfectly tailored navy blue suit. She moved to sit in the chair in front of her desk, setting her tea down in front of her computer. She sat back in her seat, crossing her legs while her eyes trailed Kylan's walking.

He was always pacing. Even more so, when he was in a mood like he seemed to be today.

"It's not my fault the fucking paparazzi don't understand boundaries. I will not be paying to replace their shitty camera," Kylan quipped into his phone.

Katrina knew exactly the incident he was referring to. He had broken another camera upon leaving a business dinner a few nights ago. She had been there, and she was likely the only reason he got into the waiting car without causing a further commotion. She apologized profusely for Kylan's thoughtlessness, citing the fact that he absolutely detested having his picture taken in such fashion, but it seemed the company the photographer worked for, wasn't interested in pleasantries. She honestly couldn't blame them, either.

No matter how many times she, or Ryan, tried to explain to Kylan that things like the press and paparazzi were going to be a part of everyday life when he was an incredibly young CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company, it never seemed to get through to him. He chose instead to be personally offended by the lack of privacy, and she was left to pick up the broken pieces of Kylan's public image each time he acted out.

There was a knock on Kylan's office door, and the face of her most trusted friend poked around the small opening they had created. Katrina cringed, noticing that Kylan flashed her a dangerous look before he turned back to pacing and looking outside. She took the hint, standing swiftly from her seat and ushering the person outside and back into the hallway. She closed the door behind her quietly, and then she turned to look at her friend.

"He's in a mood today, Aaron. Is that the new prototype?" she asked, referring to the small machine in Aaron's hands.

mood. I don't know how you put up with his

pressed to his mouth. Katrina had to stretch to reach his face

she warned him sweetly. "I'm not interested in what you or your girlfriend think of my job, you know that," she reminded

huffed, his warm breath covering the palm of her hand. He stuck his tongue out, licking her. She

groaned as she

wash your hands before you go back in there. It's like he has a damn detector for all things

hair falling into his

not wrong," she relented begrudgingly. "But is that the new prototype?"

I call it the "Nightfall

were meant to have it completed last

sheepishly. "It was a little more difficult to program than

like programming worked. "All right,

their boss, his office door swung open at that

that prototype to me last week," Kylan

I are sorry. It was difficult to get the programming down just right. But we finally did it. I have no doubt the mayor will implement this one into the police force, with no issue," Aaron told Kylan, doing

cogs turned in his mind. His stark grey eyes were unreadable, as they usually were. His sharp features looked neither too angry nor kind at that moment. The black hair of his bangs

well. Run one more round of diagnostics, and send me the completed reports

fell a few inches with obvious relief. "Absolutely," breathed. He looked at Katrina

at him. "We have a late dinner meeting tonight.

but didn't dare make any sort of biting remark right in front of Kylan.

Kylan deadpanned, gesturing for her to

black leather office chair behind his desk. She internally remarked, not for the first time, as to how small he looked sitting in such a chair. But even though he looks short in that humongous office chair, his domineering presence demanded undeniable respect. She was used to the energy he

have to find a new coffee shop yet, and she

release of the doorbell camera." She skimmed down the schedule a little further. "We have a free lunch, and then you have a conference call with Jordan Hughes, at two o'clock. He's the CEO of Elorde Enterprises. He's the one who keeps trying to get you to play golf with him. He also wants you to use his design on the blackout drones for the military," Katrina finished before looking up for

parading their d*ck's in their hands, and bragging about their accomplishments." He scowled at nothing in particular before taking

about his money. She had no idea of his background before Ross Corporation, apart from the scarce information on

need a lawyer to deal with this latest paparazzi shit," Kylan informed

of his nose in exasperation, and she took in the dark circles beneath

been taking your sleeping medication?" Katrina asked him while she jotted down a reminder to call Kylan's lawyer. She knew the attorney wouldn't like hearing from

taken it for more than a night or two?"