Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Katrina spent the entirety of Sunday, tracking the reception of her relationship with Kylan obsessively. She tried not to allow it to consume her, but she knew it had.

Most of the comments on the picture, as well as the messages sent to Kylan's inbox, continued to be positive. There were some that weren't so nice, but she had prepared for as much, and the harsh words of the few who weren't a fan of their union really didn't bother her.

They weren't her target audience, and they didn't matter in the end. The fact that she seemed to have most of the public on her side was enough for her to feel like her first date had been time well spent.

She wasn't sure what work would be like on Monday, Were people at the office aware of her relationship? How many people thought she had slept her way into her position, after all!

She had dealt with a few rumors here and there, over the last three years. But they had all been baseless and therefore, they didn't cause her to lose any sleep.

he wasn't involved with Kylan anymore, and that would

Now though, she knew they still held no true weight, but she wouldn't be able to deny t

ny that she wasn't i make it much harder to quell any talk

She wasn't looking forward to Monday and the inevitable onslaught of stares and whispers that would follow her at work.

It was all part of the situation, and she knew that. It didn't mean she was eager to handle the fallout, though.

She wondered if Kylan were as worried as she was, or if he fully understood how much his life would change because of their relationship

She couldn't imagine him normally spending time thinking about things he would most likely deem as trivial, but she wasn't sure of a situation like this, that directly impacted his personal life becoming. Not so personal.

By Sunday evening, Katrina was a ball of nerves. She was on edge, and thoughts about the following morning were making her steadily more anxious as the night wore on. She simultaneously wanted to get it all over with and confront her new reality head on, and she also wanted to shy away from ever needing to do anything of the sort at all..

It was a delicate thing, balancing these emotions in her head, along with her usual PR knowledge giving pushback. The line was blurred in her mind, ever since she first signed the contract. Because it did involve her on a personal level

By Monday morning, she had no appetite. She got ready for work almost robotically, and then she headed down to the street, where Chear was waiting for her.

She pulled her coat further around her, realizing it was raining. Oscar graciously walked over to her, holding an umbrella out for her and walking with her to the car. She smiled at him in thanks, and he opened the back door for her. She climbed inside, taking a moment to adjust her skirt after

she sat down

Oscar drove her to the coffee shop for Kylan's tea, and he didn't try and talk to her, for which she was thankful. She didn't have it in her to make small talk, not when there was so much going on in her mind already,

her yet this morning. It was highly unusual to not wake up to

she needed to be nervous

was finished being prepared, as well as her coffee. She wandered back outside to Oscar,

did Kylan seem this morning?" She asked quietly while she walked back to the

him up an hour before you,

her head. "He hasn't called me yet either," she told Oscar,

floor of the passenger side of the car and pulled back out into the flow of

off day, every so often," Oscar tried to reassure her,

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off day, Oscar," she mused as she pulled the stopper from the lid of her coffee cup and took a

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in agreement "You're right, I hope it's nothing though, for your sake," he said

start out the window of the car for

ten minutes later, but she stayed where she was at first. She noticed that her driver hadn't made it to leave the car,

still feeling okay with the arrangement you made?" He asked her

voice, and her f

Oscar. I'm fine.

a moment, moving to reach into the pocket of his suit jacket. "Here, take these. They help." He turned around to hand

sour gummy worms "Sour? Oscar, did you buy these just for me?" she asked with a

use a pick me up. Plus, sour candy helps curb anxiety, and I thought you might be feeling nervous this morning." he told

back around and opened his car door, before walking around and opening

acting on instinet and leaning in to give him a short hug. He

No one was

Tll see what I can do. Thank you again,

her mouth, chewing nervously as she walked to the elevator. So far, no one was looking at her oddly. making any sort of comment. She pressed the button on the elevator and waited, adding another sour piece of candy to her mouth The doors opened finally, and she walked inside, selecting the button for the top floor of the building. Just as the doors were beginning to close once more, a hand slipped inside, and she was startled in surprise when she realized the hand belonged to her boss. He came to stand next to her and she noticed that he looked most unlike himself. His face was flushed, his hair was a bit disheveled,

he muttered, running his

your office by

I've been fielding fucking reporters all morning. A particularly slimy one waited for me right outside my apartment door itself. Not to the building, my actual front door." He laughed darkly. "Several more were showing up outside of Ross Corp. right now, waiting to

been following along on Litter too, every so often. The doors to the elevator opened again, and Kylan

her face. "Is that not what we wanted! From a PR

circles than usual under his eyes, and she wondered if he had slept at all last night. "Did you take your sleep medication?" she asked him. Kylan opened the door to his office, allowing her to walk ahead

crossing her legs and picking up her tablet off its charger. "It does help, Sir. You just don't take it as it's prescribed, she reminded him, coaxing the tablet to life and opening the calendar app

to get tea from." He was staring at the beverage as if it hail personally offended him, and the supposed it had, with how seriously he took his tea drinking. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, she looked at

of patience.

coffee shop within a twenty-mile radius of this office." She paused for a beat. "Why don't I start making the tea for you here in the break room? I'm positive I could uphold your standards." She