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.

the distinct smell of mint drifting across

he bent down and placed an incredibly chaste kiss right in the center of her forehead. Her eyelids fluttered closed at the unexpected feeling of his lips on

affection to anyone. She often wondered how the hell he ever got close enough to a woman, to sleep with her.

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

hat she was searching for. She shifted to

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

about to budge. She knew it would be beneficial if Kylan looked the part

talked about

I

fight her on the matter anymore, she put the stood right in front of him, reaching up so that

his

and she laughed at him. "You need to enjoy my company, remember? Stop glaring and hold my hand" She reached down and took a hold of his land

into the stadium, following the signs for the VIP

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

people around him apprehensively. "To people make you nervous, or is it only the germs?" she leaned over to whisper in

responded

hoping to offer him more support. She wasn't sure if

he put has arm around her shoulders.

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

right if we indulge, don't we? If we want to look the part, that

head. "F*ck that, I don't cas a single thing on the men," he