Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Fifteen minutes later, Kylan had finally pulled three dresses from a few different racks. He walked them to the dressing room and hung them up for her. Then he turned and left her to change in private.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. She trailed her fingers over the silky material of the first gown. It was a deep plum color with a subtle sweetheart neckline, and it looked like it would be fairly form-fitting She pulled off her clothes, hesitating when she got to her bra. She knew she would most likely need to wear something sleeveless underneath whatever dress she picked. She also didn't love the idea of Kylan seeing something like her bra straps, so she slipped it off too..

She pulled on the plum gown, and then she realized very quickly that she wouldn't be able to reach the zipper in the back by herself. She hit her lip in frustration before she rolled her eyes

"Kylan' I need... I need your help," she called out nervously. She quickly bent down and showed her bra under her work dress.

Kylan knocked on the door a moment later, and she opened it a small fraction. She turned so her back was facing him. "I can't get the rest of the ripper," she told him quietly.

He opened the door further, moving to step

tep inside. She felt cool fingers brush her hair away

There. Kylan said softly, easily pulling the zipper up the rest of the way.

way from h her luck.

She turned around, taking into Exet that Kylan was inside the small dressing room with her. She felt a blush return to her cheeks. "Um.. I can probably show you better if you're out there," she told him nervously.

Kylan nodded, fumbling with the doorknob and stepping back out. She followed him, and he sat down on an armchair near a few floor-length mirrors. She stopped a few feet in front of him, unsure of how the hell to stand exactly.

Her boss was eyeing her with an unreadable expression, and she was annoyed that he was damn good at concealing his every thought and emotion. For all she knew, she looked ridiculous.

-well!" she squeaked out

"Turn in a circle." Kylan instructed, his tone flat and full of b

boredom.

to a stop once she was facing him again. Kylan squinted his eyes at her momentarily. That's not the

but she nodded. "Can you?" She turned

on her back

zipper just enough so that she would be able to do the rest. She was startled at the feeling of

last remaining dress. This one was a rich burgundy in color,

mirror of the dressing room, surprised by her own sudden elegance. She hoped Kylan would approve of this one, so she wouldn't have to try on more dresses. She was exhausted, and she wanted to go home. She stepped out of the dressing room, seeing that Kylan was on his phone. She moved to stand a few feet away from him and cleared her throat to announce her presence. Kylan

slowly. He stood from the chair and began to circle her. He seemed to like to do that to her a

silence and

one acceptable?" she asked him after a few minutes of

front of her finally, his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. It's quite acceptable,"

relief flooding her system. "Thank you," she said with

her, "Right. Go get changed,

did as she was

and gladly did

and carried the

was no issue, but she still felt irresponsible and rude

cashed her out, she had to fight back the gasp when she

Chuupier&

collection of semi-nice high heels, would amount

surprising, was the fact that Kylan didn't even blink, when he handed over a sleek-looking, metal credit card, to the woman. The clerk bagged her dress for thens,

fort

the dress in the front passenger seat, and Kylan held the

het

her money was no issue. She knew he was a billionaire. But it still made her uncomfortable that he had spent that kind of money

on her so

was-" Kylan looked at her with a glare, and she

Um, kylan. Thank you for the dress. But

pick the store, katrina?" he

her

did. But-