Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

following

week.

Mr. Hughes was a much more polite man than the previous executives she spoke to, and she was even more certain Kylan should conduct business with him because of IL The conversation flowed easily, and Kylan agreed to accompany him for a game of golf the "Only if you come too, Ms. Morgan," Mr. Hughes stated with a polite smile.

She laughed, shaking her head and flashing her most convincing smile in return. "I couldn't possibly, Mr. Hughes," she replied in her best flustered

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"Oh please, it's James to you. And you must. I didn't know you and Kylan were even engaged when I contacted you, but I quite like how he is when you're around." James mused.

She looked at kylan in what she hoped was an adoring way, and he returned her gaze with his usual scowl. She raised her eyebrows slightly, and his face softened in response. She reached forward, brushing a stray strand of Kylan's hair away from his forcheal. She allowed her fingertips to caress- the side of his sharp cheekbone, and then she turned her gaze back to the Elorde Enterprises executive.

"Yes well, you know what they say. Behind every CEO, there's a woman helping him along. Or something like that," she joked playfully.

Kylan shifted on the heels of his feet next to her. "Wednesday then, James. Please excuse us," he said curtly.

He didn't wait for James to respond, and instead, he pulled her away from him. He moved her to the far side of the room, finally coming to a stop in front of an especially abstract piece of artwork. "Why the f*ck were you touching my face!" Kylan hissed at her. "You're kidding, right! I'm playing up t right back at him.

the image that you actually like me. A boyfriend usually enjoys being touched by his girlfriend," she hissed

"Yes but my face? With your germ-infested hand" Kylan looked at her in disgust, and she glared at him in return.

"How do you expect to ever kiss me, if it comes to that when this is how you're going to react to me touching her cheek?" she whispered, moving so she stood slightly closer to him

She noticed a few people were eyeing her with curiosity again, and she decided to wrap her arms around Kylan's neck and pull him closer into her body. The wannth from his own body permeated through the material of her dress, and she aptly ignored the feeling of his muscular chest pressed against hers

"This is how you should be standing if you're going to talk to me like this," she breathed as she looked at Kylan

Kylan was staring at her with a visibly clenched jaw. "A kiss is different," he mumbled at her indignantly.

"Is it? And tell me, why can you hold my hand or touch my collarbone, but a touch to my face is preposterous?" she questioned Kylan

Kylan narrowed his eyes at her. "F*ck off, Katrina," he grumbled,

-I will not," she argued. "How can this possibly work if you're getting this jittery over-"

She was effectively cut off just as Kylan

field of vision, and then his lips we wooped forward, grabbing her by her shoulders. She was vaguely aware of his face coming cluser in her on hers.

It wasn't really a kiss, per se. His mouth didn't exactly move against hers. But his lips rested against her own for a few seconds, before he pulled away.

She stared at him with wide eyes, completely shocked that he did something like that already.

"What the hell was that?" she gasped. If she hadn't been blushing for the entirety of the night already, she sure as hell was now

"The f*ck do you mean? That was a kiss, I can kiss you just fine, so you don't need to be f*cking worried about me being able to keep up the false pretenses of this relationship, Kylan explained in an uncharacteristic rushed voice.

She couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled up from her throat. "You. You call that a kiss! Putting your lips on top of someone else's, and just sitting there, is not a kiss." She shook her head and laughed again.

"I'm not going to f*cking make out with you, Katrina You're insufferable. I need a damn drink." Kylan ran his fingers through his hair before he took hold of her hand and dragged her in the direction of the open bar..

was a kiss, she suddenly wondered how

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the room, talking to various different corporate individuals. She spoke when she needed to, turned up the

up to her empty stomach She was regretting not eating dinner beforehand, but she didn't want to draw attention to the fact that she was not only hungry, but she was buzzed and dizzy as well. After finishing a conversation with someone that promised they could help lower the cost of supplies for the Nightfall drone,

gave her a weird look and she smiled apologetically. "I didn't eat anything before you picked me up. I

lead her by the hand to the front doors of the museum, and she

him.

the many stairs in front of her, suddenly intimidated to walk down them in her heels, even if she was used to wearing them. She was

Heels, you know?" she explained with a shaky

to carry

at him. Was he being serious? Surely, he

Sir. Ill be fine. Can you just Hold onto

go of her hand, instead offering her his arm to take. She grasped onto it tightly, flashing him a grateful smile, and she slowly descended the

flashes of camera

the bottom of the stains, just as a harsh October evening breeze blew by her. She shivered involuntarily,

her teeth began to chatter, and she clenched her jaw to prevent

pulling her against him and wrapping his arms around her

she was wearing, she was under Kylan's nose and her eyes were staring at his Adam's apple. She could feel his warm breath fanning her face so she opt to stare at his neck rather than look up at him "Um... T-thank you, I'm okay,

I'm doing my best to prove

Kylan's hands felt.. nice, as they rubbed her back. He also smelled good. But this was weird. So weird. Before yesterday, she hadn't even touched Kylan. And now! Now

go home and try and process the entire night by herself. She knew it was all part of the contract, she just

be honest, Kylan,

check Litter, but I would be surprised if there aren't already pictures of us circling the internet," she said with a shrug, just as Oscar

to get inside first. He moved in after her, keeping the middle seat unoccupied this time. He no

Contract Fake relationship. Right.

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if the response is acceptable. If it's not, we can do something else to up the ante, or what the hell ever," Kylan said absently, staring out the window of

make sure to post a picture as well. I'll think of an appropriate caption, too." She did her best

up to her apartment a little while later,

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felt evinely too warm and she nodded, muble tiruneet kylmov gaze "Right. Thalarthat if you're sure,"

rolled his eyes. "Why would I suggest something in

are throbbing in these ridiculous heels," she explained, shifting from one foot

Monday," Kylar unl, fuming to get back in the

bini polutely. "Tonight wasn't so bad. "Thank you, kylan, she

she named around to head

lan callest so votu, past as she

tonight. Good jobs," kylan told her, the compliment sisimding foreign

Sir. Koodnight." She gave him one more smile

her dress promptly followed. She carefully hung

is hunger, the cover

she removed her makeup and brushed her teeth. She undid

how the date with Kylan was perceived. So, she walked to her kitchen and poured herself a Linge glass of water, and then she sat down on a barstool at her kitchen

Kylan had

Three Hundred

notifications

shaking finger, she pressed the notification icon, Kylan had been tagged

pictures of Kylan

few nonfications, cautions, but eager, to see what