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.

don't know how you put up with

stretch to reach his face since he was so

"I'm not interested in what you or your girlfriend think of my job, you know

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

disgusting," she groaned as she

go back in there. It's like he has a damn detector for

hair falling

begrudgingly. "But is that the new

is indeed. I call it the

were meant to have it completed last week," Katrina reminded

smiled at her sheepishly. "It was a little more difficult to program than either me or

like

of the devil, or in this case just their boss, his office door swung open at that moment. He eyed

you were meant to have that prototype to me

down just right. But we

His sharp features looked neither too angry nor kind at that moment. The black hair of his bangs threatened to fall into his

diagnostics, and send

relief. "Absolutely," breathed. He looked at Katrina for

late dinner meeting

front of Kylan. "See you later,

deadpanned, gesturing for her

his desk. Kylan moved to sit in his oversized, 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.

sighed with relief. She wouldn't have to find a new coffee

camera." She skimmed down the schedule a little further. "We have a free lunch, and then

would I play golf? That's the definition of rich men standing around, parading their d*ck's in their hands,

information on his company bio. However, she had the distinct impression that Kylan most likely didn't come from a

Isabel. I'll probably need a lawyer to deal with this latest paparazzi shit," Kylan informed

in exasperation, and she took in the dark circles beneath

a reminder to call Kylan's lawyer. She knew the attorney wouldn't like hearing from her again so soon, but Kylan's temper had been something else lately. Kylan glared at her. "It doesn't do a damn thing

"Have you taken it for more than a night or two?" she