Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Monday Dew by in a daze, keeping her mostly occupied in her office, or Kylan's. She noticed that the gummy worms on Rylan's desk were all gone by midday, and she promised herself she would get him a few bags to keep in his desk drawer.

She was glad she had been able to keep out of the prying eyes of the public for the entirety of the day. Not every day would be like this, and eventually, rumors and questions would reach the corner of the office, but she would take the unexpected reprieve while she could. She wondered if Kylan had her manufacture his schedule to be this private on purpose, but she didn't feel it was appropriate to ask him. By the end of the day, she only had the meeting with Ryan left, and both Katrina and Kylan walked to his office together.

She sat in a chair in front of his desk, with Kylan choosing to stand near the window, staring down at the still-falling rain, with his hands in his pockets once again.

"People uh... They seemed to be receptive to the kiss especially," she spoke quietly, attempting to fill the silence with idle small talk while she waited for Ryan to join her in his office.

"I thought you said it wasn't a kiss!" Kylan mused, not turning to look at her.

"I stand by that. It was hardly a real kiss," she said with a short laugh as she smoothed down the plains of her skirt

"I don't kiss people. Kylan spoke so softly, she luck to strain to hear him,

"What do you meant She asked, squinting her eyes at him in confusion.

Kylan sighed and turned to face her, his hands still in his pockets. "I mean exactly what I said. I can f'ck someone just fine, that's no problem. But something like kissing has to mean something to me in order for me to actually want to do it," he explained, his tone of voice no different than it typically was

Even still, she was caught off guard by what he was telling her. "I can't imagine you've kissed many people, then," she responded quietly.

Kylan shook his head. "I have not." He looked back out the window. "One, if you don't count the kiss I gave you at the gala," he added sofily, almost reverently, which surprised the hell out of her.

them before and during the process. It didn't make any sense to her because the act of kissing someone was somehow

for a proper kisa." Kylan still looked out the window, but she could have sworn the tips of his ears were pink. He seemed on edge, and it made her on edge as well. "Sir.. If this is too much for her, this level of intimacy with um.. Well, with me... We can reevaluate how we go about this whole thing if she would like. I don't want to make her uncomfortable," she said honestly. Kylan scoffed and walked to sit in the chair next to her. "Don't be ridiculous.

I'm fine.

intensely about the act itself. It made her feel guilty, in

knowledge softened her heart toward him, if only for a fraction of an inch. It

had meant something more than a surface-level

his desk and took a seat. "I'm sorry to keep you both waiting, my last meeting ran long," he said with an apologetic smile Katrina

he said impatiently, seemingly back to

he clasped his hands atop his desk and stared at both her and her boss in turn *Public reception has been positive so far, but I'm certain you're both following along closely." He waited a

follow. We will hold that as soon as possible i continues. Any suggestions

his eyes once again. "Just do whatever you want. I want everything

make, then, as to where your second date should be held," he said

crossing her legs and sitting up a linle bit

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smirk, and she saw him look at Kylan skeptically. Rylan's eyes were narrowed, and

I think you

smugness with which

tonelessly. "I'm not sure I follow" She looked between the two men, confused by the sudden houtility radiating off of Kylan,

would it look if the CEO himself were in the audience? On top of that, imagine how it would also appear if she were there with her "one and only", was it?" he asked casually. The dous slowly connected in

financial perspective, it's a smart move. On top of that, from a social perspective, there will be a large audience both at the stadium and watching from home alike. It's a televised event, after all. One of the last games

of his desk, reaching inside and withdrawing

put his hand on her forearm, squeezing a little bit. She looked at him, her eyebrows raised. "Sir" she asked, watching as