Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 18

Chapter

18

She had never seen Kylan Ross wear anything but a suit, or at the very least, a nice button-down. Not in the three years, she had worker assistant. He was exceptionally particular about the suits he wore, too. He only bought from the same two luxury department stores

that he deemed acceptable.

It was a shock, to see Kylan currently sitting next to her in the car, wearing a pair of black designer jeans and a white V-neck T-shirt. He did opt to wear lilack loafers though, despite her best efforts to convince him, otherwise. He finished off the look with a black leather jacket, and she had no doubt it was real as well.

He looked good, she had to admit. Even though he had a permanent scowl on his face while they drove to the stadiurn. She did her best to console him, but it was obvious he was completely on edge. the standard

I have hand sanitizer, as well as cleansing wipes, she reminded Kylan, just as Oscar pulled up to the stadium. "We also get to bypass entrance, Ryan organized it so that we can go in through VIP" She opened her bag, pulling out the white envelope that contained her tickets. "Well abo be in a booth, of sorts. It isn't entirely private, but it isn't quite next to the general public, either." She further attempted to placate her boss. Kylan's jaw was visibly tense as he stared outside the window at the growing crowd of people, all gathered in front of the expansive stadium. "Let's just get this over with," he finally mumbled. He opened the door to the SUV, stepped outside, and held his hand out for her to take, as was the

She shot a nervous glance at Oscar, who gave her a reassuring smile, and then she grabbed a hold of Kylan's hand and stepped out onto the sidewalk. She looked at Kylan to the right of her, watching as he eyed his surroundings with open disgust, not even attempting to look like he wasn't already miserable.

"I know you don't want to be here, but people are already looking at us. I need you to try and seem well.. like you want to be here with me. Can you do that?" she whispered to him, reaching around and running her hand along the side of his neck, hoping that it would read as affectionate to the small crowd watching them,

The corner of Kylan's mouth twitched at the sudden added physical contact, but he didn't pull away from her. She observed as he closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he looked noticeably less.. hostile. He still didn't look happy, but she knew he likely never would. However, he at least seemed like he didn't hate her touching him, either.

He surprised her, reaching his own hand forward and grabbing holding of her chin softly. He turned her face up toward his, and her eyes widened.

he breathed, the distinct smell of

the hell out of her, and he bent down and placed an incredibly chaste kiss right in the center of her forehead. Her eyelids fluttered closed at the

a normal cold and closed-off person. He never showed affection to anyone. She often wondered how the hell he ever got close enough to a woman, to sleep with her. So, her boss doing

from the kiss, standing up straight once again and clearing his throat. "Sufficient?" he murmured only for her

reached into her bag and fumbled around until she found the hat she

eyed her hands wearily, "You weren't being serious. I'm not wearing that

it would be beneficial if Kylan

talked about

I

in front of him, reaching up so that she could adjust his bangs to properly sit underneath the brim of it. "Leave it

on his

livid, which wasn't shocking. He was glaring down at her, and she laughed at him. "You need to enjoy my company, remember? Stop glaring and hold my hand" She reached down and took

him into the stadium, following the signs for the VIP entrance

was especially quiet, but he didn't let go of her hand, and he didn't appear to be glaring at her anymore. It progressed, she guessed, and she

to their booth, and he was surveying the crowd of people around him apprehensively. "To people make you nervous, or is it only

responded "Buchylan

choosing to put an arm around his waist, hoping to offer him more support. She wasn't sure if the gesture would be mboring or too intrusive, and so she looked at klan to gange his

mild warprise before he put has arm around

though, with how wonderful he smelled and hone warm his body was

stand and stared up at the menu. "I think it's only right if we indulge,

single thing on