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.

Kylan. Shit, let's just go in, okay?" She was flustered and the longer it took for her to rip off the bandaid and go inside, the more

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

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

all dressed to the nines. She was suddenly thankful that Kylan had picked her dress for her; this was a far fancier event than

waiters was walking around the room, each carrying a tray of full champagne glasses. She stopped one of

in only a few gulps, before returning the empty glass to the tray. She felt Kylan staring at her, and she

and she looked at him in confusion for a moment. Then, he surprised the hell out of her as he wrapped an arm securely around her lower waist. She

It was fairly intoxicating if she was honest

Ryan. Kylan nodded subtly, turning and heading in the direction of 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

there you

perfected his gala voice, as he liked to call it,

Bylan responded curtly. "Gentlemen," he added to the few

is this beautiful woman, Kylan? She looks vaguely familiar. I wonder,

the way he eyed her up and down. She fought the uncomfortable shiver

assistant for the last three

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

giving a small giggle, doing her best to play up the part that

and nodded his head. "That must be a "He agreed with her. "This is Katrina Morgan. She is my... fiance, as well as my assistant," he told the executives, his vowe oner agam even

the cape to know her assistant in such a capacity," one of the men said with a small chuckle, and she watched as his eyes flashed with soinething that made her skin

sure to pass along that information, 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 closer in his side. The hand at her hip

rest of the

in a much more relaxed fashion. She did her best to listen and interject only where it was pertinent for her

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