Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

The brightness of the cameras flashing coupled with the photographers shouting Kylan's name, was enough to make her head spin uncomfortably. She suddenly understood exactly why Kylan always got so angry every time a photographer encroached on his space. It was disorienting, and she was thankful she had his hand to hold onto "Stare at the ground, not directly at the lights. It helps some," Kylan whispered directly into her ear.

She nodded slightly in response, taking his advice and diverting her gaze to the ground. Her heart was racing within her chest, and her cheeks felt like they were permanently flushed at this point. Knowing how to work a crowd and being subjected to dozens of cameras, were two vastly different things.

At galas in the past, she always showed up without Kylan, and she was never what anyone wanted to take a picture of. Now thought She wondered what people were thinking of her. Everyone could see that she and Kylan were holding hands. Something he had never done with someone, in public at least

Were there always this many stairs leading to a museum? They felt never ending

After what seemed like several minutes of careful walking, she finally reached the

e top of the stairs. Kylan glanced over at her, his eyes searching her

face.

you ready?" he asked her quietly

She took a deep breath. "I'm fine." She tried to sound confident, but she was certain that her voice was shaking.

"Just put on your PR face. This is no different from any other shit, Kylan tried to reassure her

But it was different. All of it was different. She was holding her CLO's hand, for freaking's sake. That alone was different.

and the longer it took for her to rip off the bandaid and

nodded. "You know how a gala works. Just walk the room with me and talk to rich assholes. Only this time, hold my hand and follow my lead with anything else" Kylan had leaned toward her, and he was speaking so close to her car, she could smell the mint of

with a little bit more self-confidence. "I'm your fiance tonight, Kylan. Let's go showcase

head, but he also started leading the way into the museum. The vast open room was full of men and women, all dressed to the nines. She was suddenly

the room, each carrying a tray of full champagne glasses. She stopped one of

She thanked the waiter and then downed the champagne in only a few gulps, before returning the empty glass to

moment. Then, he surprised the hell out of her as he wrapped an arm securely around her lower waist.

to Kylan; she could smell his cologne clearly. It was a deep, rich, almost musky scent. It was fairly intoxicating if she was honest with herself and she decided to lean into him a little more. Because hell, if she was already parading around as Kylan's dance, she might as well

the executives. The pair came to a stop in front of the older gentlemen, who all wore nearly the exact same, scratchy looking black suit. The very air around them echoed money, and the Rolex watches

there you are.

voice, as he liked to call it, and

"Gentlemen," he added

familiar. I wonder, have we seen her before?" one of the executives asked

he eyed her up and down. She fought the uncomfortable shiver that tried to make

familiar; she's been my assistant for the last three years," Kylan responded

look that read play nice. "Sweetheart, surely these men only didn't recognize me with my hair all

like this" She ended her sentence by giving a small giggle, doing her best to

freaking pet name. Then, he cleared his throat and nodded his head. "That must be a "He agreed with her. "This is

way. She must teach us how the cape to know

just as soon as we talk about the deal at hand," Kylan responded evenly. He wasn't looking at her, but she felt him pulling her

rest of the

best to listen and interject only where it was pertinent for her Rispeak,

and whispers she was getting from around the room, but it was impossible to