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 boss hadn't called her yet this morning. It was highly unusual to not wake up to a phone call from

Was this yet another thing she needed to be

Kylan's tea when it was finished being prepared, as well as her coffee. She wandered

How did Kylan seem this morning?" She asked quietly while she walked

him up an hour

frowned and nodded her head. "He hasn't called me yet either," she told Oscar, climbing inside the car and

on the floor of the passenger side of the car and

Everyone has an off day, every so often," Oscar tried to reassure her, glancing at her in the rearview

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I would agree with her. But for Kylan Ross Every day is an off day, Oscar," she mused as she pulled the stopper from the lid of

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

the window of the car for the remainder of the

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

with the

head snapped in the direction of his voice, and her f she admitted

fine. It's just. A lot to adjust

of his suit jacket. "Here, take these. They help." He turned around to hand her a small

realized it was a bag of sour gummy worms "Sour? Oscar, did you

use a pick me up. Plus, sour candy helps curb anxiety, and I

back around and opened his car door, before walking

more than that. She got out of the her briefcase and the bag of candy both in tow. "Thank you, Oscar. You're really the best," the murmured, acting on instinet and leaning in to give him a short hug. He hugged her back for a moment, patting her

No one was

what I can do. Thank you again, really"

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

running his

you okay! I thought you would be in your office by now," she said as she tried

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.

sighed. "This thing is already very public. I've been following along on Litter too, every so often. The doors to the elevator opened again, and Kylan

frown on her face. "Is that not what we wanted! From a PR standpoint, this level of interest

navy blue slacks and stared down at his feet, while both of them walked to his office. "It's what we wanted, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. It sets my f*cking teeth on edge," he grumbled. She glanced over at him and properly took in his appearance. She noticed he had even darker 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 of him, but not before he rolled his eyes at her. "That medicine doesn't do

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 on

drink of his tea. He made a face and put the cup down on his desk. "Wrong. Find a new shop 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

of patience.

for you here in the break room? I'm positive I could