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..

kiss, she suddenly wondered

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the gala was spent holding hands with Kylan while he ventured around the room, talking to various different corporate individuals. She spoke when she needed to, turned up the charm when it was necessary, and

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

you picked me up. I assumed they would have more than Just an open bar here," she explained

I've talked to enough stiff shitbags." Kylan began to lead her by the hand to the front doors of the museum, and

him.

down them in her heels, even if she was used to wearing them. She was also slightly off balance from being

she explained with a shaky laugh

to carry you?" Kylan

Was he being serious?

of course not. Sir. Ill be fine. Can you just Hold onto me!" she

instead offering her his arm to take. She grasped

flashes of camera lights

with the SUV. She reached the bottom of the stains, just as a harsh October evening breeze blew by her. She shivered involuntarily, and Kylan looked at her arms, "Why did you only bring a shawl!"

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

just come here," he snapped, pulling her against him and wrapping

heels 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

at her. "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 his hands to rub up and

Kylan's hands felt.. nice, as they rubbed her back. He also smelled good. But this was weird. So weird. Before

herself. She knew it was all part of the contract, she just hadn't known how... much it would

honest, Kylan,

be surprised if there aren't already pictures of us circling

arms from around her, walking to open the back door of the vehicle, and allowing her to get inside first. He moved in after her, keeping

Contract Fake relationship. Right.

"Lei

to up the ante, or what the hell ever," Kylan said absently, staring

to post a picture as well. I'll think of an appropriate caption, too." She did her best to pretend her stomach hadn't made its presence known

while later, and Kylan once again helped her

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

his eyes. "Why would I suggest something in mosine of Katrina!" he told her with an

my feet are throbbing in these ridiculous heels,"

on Monday," Kylar unl, fuming to

smiles at bini polutely. "Tonight wasn't so

she named around to head

so votu, past as she

acted the part tonight. Good jobs," kylan told her, the compliment sisimding foreign on his

gave him one more

promptly followed. She carefully hung it on draped back over u and put it in

is hunger, the cover

of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt before she removed her makeup and brushed her teeth. She undid the pins from

needed to browse Litter for any inshration on 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 counter Taking a deep breath, she opened Litter on her phone, already logged into Kylan's account. Her eyes widened when she saw

Kylan had

Three Hundred

notifications

finger, she pressed the notification icon, Kylan had been tagged in several posts. Nearly all of them were p

of

first few nonfications, cautions,