Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

She opted to leave a few minutes before the end of the game, in favor of fighting the crowd, and Kylan was all too happy to listen. Hand in hand once more, they walked out together. She stopped at the last hot dog cart before the mouth of the stadium and looked at Kylan curiously

"There's one last thing I think you should try today," she said thoughtfully. She let go of Kylan's hand, ordering a hot dog. The cashier funded her the hot dog wrapped in foil, and she walked to put on the condiments at the side of the cart. She threw on some ketchup and mustard, choosing to keep it simple for Kylan

She walked back over to her boss and held out the partially unwrapped hot dog. "One bite," she instructed.

Kylan glared at her, shaking his head. "Absolutely f*cking not," he responded seriously, continuing to walk out of the stadium without her

She rolled her eyes and walked after him. "It's tradition. . You can't come to a baseball game and not get a hot dog. It's simply not allowed," she tried to reason with him.

dot to mention. I've kept this

Kylan scoffed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I already tried that deplorable popcorn, and I kissed her. Not to ridiculous hat on my head. That's enough things that are out of my comfort zone," he grumbled.

She frowned at him, realizing he was probably right. He had done several things out of his comfort zone. She couldn't fault him for not wanting t try something else, too.

"You're right. I'm sorry, Kylan. Thank you for stepping out of your comfort zone today. I think the results will speak for themselves, though. I do think it will have all been worth it. She did her best to reassure him as she came to a stop near the curb of the road.

Kylan drafted and sent a text to Oscar, telling him they were ready for him to come to collect them. She began to wrap the hot dog back up and Kylan looked down at her. She smiled at him politely in return.

side. He reached for the hot dog, peeling the foil away and staring at her with a raised eyebrow. He didn't hesitate, bringing the

she heard herself laughing. "Do you like it!" she asked, her voice an octave higher

did that a lot, whenever he tried something new or seemed to have a lot on his mind. He always looked at

well as the ketchup and mustard, were nostalgic. It all reminded her of her childhood and the various sporting events she would attend with her

watched him. her mouth agape in shock. He just licked his finger? After wiping something from her mouth? "Ketchup" he said as a way of explanation. He folded the hot dog back in the foil and then moved to throw it away in a nearby trash can. He looked

the car to

car first, as usual, and then he moved in after her. She

date, Sir," she commented, running her fingers through her curls and fluffing them a few

staring out the window with a thoughtful expression on his face. "It wasn't terrible," he repeated his earlier sentiment. She laughed and stared out her own window,

goodbye to Kylan. "I can walk you up," he offered,

shoulders. "It's not a problem. It's a bit of a walk

up to her floor and Kylan walked her to her door. She looked at him, not quite letting go of his hand yet. "I suppose it's a proper date, now that you walked me to my door,"

phone dinged with

ne be informed her

confused as she realized she

Agreement she wanted. She cleared her throat and let go of Kylan's hand, tucking a

her front door with the

the door open and stood in

best to smile at him, despite the weirdness

don't want to socket but understand is not entirely avoidable, enher. Today confirmed that He spoke so quietly, she had to strain slightly to hear him. sough her heart was racing "1. Okay, Sir.

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