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,

a gala works. Just walk the room with me and talk to rich assholes. Only this time, hold my hand and follow my lead

bit more self-confidence. "I'm your fiance

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 thankful that Kylan had picked her dress for her; this was a far fancier event

room, each carrying a tray of full

She thanked the waiter and then downed the champagne in only a few gulps, before returning the empty glass to the tray. She felt Kylan staring at her, and she smiled

hell out of her as he wrapped an arm securely around her lower waist. She

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

came to a stop in front of the older gentlemen, who all

you are.

greeted their boss warmly. He had long ago perfected his gala voice, as he liked to call it, and it was out in

curtly. "Gentlemen," he added to the few

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

up and down. She fought the uncomfortable shiver that tried to make its way up her

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

Kylan a subtle look that read play nice. "Sweetheart, surely these men only didn't recognize

this" She ended her sentence by giving a small giggle, doing her best to play up the part that

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

teach us how 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

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 gave a

of

did her best to listen and interject only where it was

was getting from around the room, but