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.

sighed deeply and groaned. "F*cking hell, give it here. I'll make a show out of it" He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. He reached for the hot dog, peeling the foil

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

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

the ketchup and mustard, were nostalgic. It all reminded her of her childhood and the various sporting events she would attend with her father. She chewed and swallowed the food, keeping her eyes locked on

in his mouth. She 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

looked forward as Oscar pulled the car to a stop in front

allowed her to enter the car first, as usual, and then he moved in after her. She watched him take off his hat and run his fingers through his

running her

expression on his face. "It wasn't terrible," he repeated his earlier sentiment. She

and she turned to say goodbye to Kylan. "I can walk you up," he

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

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," she musest j

phone dinged

ne be informed her

no idea why. She remembered the contract, confused as she realized she forgot about it for

her throat and let

turning and unlocking her front door with the key she

she got the door open and

doing her best to smile at him, despite

Today confirmed that He spoke so quietly, she had to strain slightly to hear

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