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.

Shit, let's just go in, okay?" She was flustered and the

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

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

museum. The vast open room was full of men and women, all dressed to the nines. She was suddenly thankful that

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

only a few gulps, before returning the empty glass to the tray.

go of her hand suddenly, 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 fought back the surprised squeal

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

she recognized from Elorde Corporation. She nudged Kylan lightly nodding her head in the direction of 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

you

He had long ago perfected his gala voice, as he

curtly. "Gentlemen," he

She looks vaguely familiar. I wonder, have we seen her

She fought the uncomfortable

assistant for

laughed nervously, giving Kylan a subtle look that read play nice. "Sweetheart, surely these men only

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

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

all conducting our own companies the wrong way. She must teach us how the cape to know

pulling her closer in his side. The hand at her hip gave a small squeeze of what

rest of

did her best to listen and interject only where it was pertinent for her Rispeak, but she mostly allowed Kylan and Ryan to carry the business

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