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.

in, okay?" She was flustered and the longer it took for her to rip off the bandaid

"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

squared her shoulders and held onto Kylan's hand with a little bit more self-confidence. "I'm your fiance

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

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

gulps, before returning the empty glass to the tray. She felt Kylan staring at her, and she smiled at him

surprised the hell out of her as he wrapped an arm securely around her

intoxicating if she was honest with herself and she decided to lean into him a little

spotted Ryan in a corner of the room, talking to several executives that 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 looking black suit. The very air around them echoed money, and the Rolex watches that adorned their wrists all flashed dangerously in the undertone lighting of

you are.

warmly. He had long ago perfected his gala voice, as he liked

he added to

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

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

assistant for

a subtle 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 play up the part

for a beat, no doubt having not expected her to 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. She is my... fiance, as well as my assistant," he

and assistant, you say That's most unusual, is it not? Perhaps we're all conducting our own companies the wrong way. She must teach us how the cape to know her assistant in such a capacity," one of the men said with a

He wasn't looking at her, but she felt him pulling her closer in his side. The hand at her hip gave a small squeeze of what she thought was maybe reassurance, and she was thankful for the unexpected show

of the

to listen and interject only where it was pertinent for her

she was getting from