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..

laughed quietly to herself the entire way. If Kylan thought that was a kiss, she suddenly wondered how the hell he had

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corporate individuals. She spoke when she needed to, turned up the charm when it was necessary, and played the role of an assistant

had yet to eat anything still. The two glasses of champagne she had, were catching 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

weird look and she smiled apologetically. "I didn't eat anything before you picked me up. I assumed they would have more

shitbags." Kylan began to lead her by the hand

him.

she was back outside. She stared down at 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 also slightly off balance from being buzzed,

she

to carry

him. Was he being serious? Surely,

fine. Can you just Hold onto me!" she asked

take. She grasped onto it tightly, flashing him a grateful smile, and she

weren't the flashes of camera lights in her eyes this time, as she walked

as a harsh October evening breeze blew

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

he snapped, pulling her against him and wrapping his

Adam's apple. She could feel his warm breath fanning her face so she opt to stare at his neck

"You seem to think I don't understand how to properly display physical affection. I'm doing my best to prove you wrong. And you're shaking like a fucking leaf, so just shut up," he grumbled, moving

weird. So weird. Before yesterday, she hadn't even touched Kylan.

by herself. She knew it was

honest, Kylan,

but I would be surprised if there aren't already

get inside first. He moved in after her, keeping the middle seat unoccupied this time. He no longer reached for her hand, or for her waist, and she

Contract Fake relationship. Right.

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If it's not, we can do something else to up the ante, or what the hell ever," Kylan said absently, staring

a picture as well. I'll think of an appropriate caption, too."

her apartment a little while later, and Kylan once again helped her out

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flustered, and my feet are throbbing in these ridiculous heels,"

at work on Monday," Kylar unl, fuming

"Tonight wasn't so

grunted in response, and she named around to

as she reached the

Good jobs," kylan told her, the compliment sisimding foreign on his

She gave him one

promptly followed. She carefully hung

is hunger, the cover

on a part of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt before she removed her makeup and brushed her

was perceived. So, she walked to her kitchen and poured herself a Linge glass of water, and then

Kylan had

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been tagged in several posts. Nearly all of them

of Kylan

the first few nonfications, cautions, but eager, to see what