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.

breathed, the distinct

of her forehead. Her eyelids fluttered closed at the

how the hell he ever got close enough to a woman,

again and clearing his throat. "Sufficient?" he murmured only for her to hear. She barked a

hat she was searching

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

about to budge. She knew it would be beneficial if Kylan looked the part of a willing onlooker for

talked

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her on the matter anymore, she put the stood right in front of him, reaching up so that she could adjust his bangs to properly sit underneath the brim of it. "Leave it on," she whispered, Mepping back some to

on his head.

her, and she laughed at him. "You need to enjoy my company, remember? Stop glaring

began to lead him into the stadium, following the signs for the VIP

to be glaring at her anymore. It progressed, she guessed, and she didn't push him anymore, as she handed their tickets over to

around him apprehensively. "To people make you nervous, or is it only the germs?" she

responded

support. She wasn't sure if the gesture would be mboring or too intrusive, and so she looked at klan to gange

he put has arm around

freak out by was ditschy though, with how wonderful

at the menu. "I think it's only right if we indulge, don't we? If

that, I don't cas a single thing on the men,"