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,

of if they were doing it the "right" way. She glanced at her phone, surprised that her boss hadn't called her yet this morning. It was highly unusual to not wake up to

called her yet? Was this yet another thing she needed to be

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

How did Kylan seem this morning?" She asked

has something to comphin about when I pick him up an hour before you, but he didn't today,

called me yet either," she told Oscar, climbing inside the car and securing her seatbelt

umbrella before be stuck it 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

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mused as she pulled the stopper from the lid of her coffee cup and took a long drag of the warm liquid. She immediately felt a little better, as she always did when she had

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Clupter 13

hope it's nothing though, for your sake," he

small smile and proceeded to start out the window of the

minutes later, but she stayed where she was at first. She noticed that her driver hadn't made

Are you still feeling okay with the arrangement you made?"

of his voice, and her f she admitted with a nervous smile. face felt

I'm fine. It's just. A lot to adjust

it is." He paused for a moment, moving to reach into the pocket of his suit jacket. "Here, take these. They help."

sour gummy worms "Sour? Oscar, did you buy these just for

up. Plus, sour candy helps curb anxiety, and I thought you might be feeling nervous this

his car door, before walking around and opening her door

murmured, acting on instinet and leaning in to give him a short hug. He hugged her back for a moment, patting her back a few times and then withdrawing from

No one was

I can do. Thank you again,

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, and his eyes were

he muttered, running his fingers through his

be in your office by

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 hopefully get a glimpse

so often.

what we wanted! From a PR standpoint, this level

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

his tea on his desk in front of him, 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

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

of patience.

the tea for you here in the break room? I'm