Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 23

Chapter

23

It was like they were speaking in a different language and all the could do was stand by and watch her eyes slightly wide and her stomach chu nervously. They were loading several golf clubs into the back of a cart, and she had no idea what a single one of them did. If kylan could sense her apprehension, he said nothing of it. He led her to sit in the back seat of the golf cart and then ut next to her, wrapping hau arm around her shoulders again.

y, sat in the driver's seat and headed out onto a paved road. She opted to

James sat in the passenger seat and the person she assumed was their caddy, sat in stare out at the perfect grass of the course as it flew by them.

"Don't be nervous, Rylan whispered in her ear suddenly.

She jumped at the proximity and merely nodded at him in return.

T help you. Follow my lead," he added, surprising her by bending down and kissing the side of her cheek quickly.

She blushed at the contact, noticing James eyeing the pair of her in the rearview mirror adorning the cart.

Ah of course. Pretenses.

The caddy pulled over to the first hole and got out grabbing the bag of golf clubs and quickly moving to set up for James first

She walked hand in hand with Kylan, watching as James expertly seemed to pick a specific club, turning and smiling at her and her boss, before he walked over and took his stance.

A few minutes later and what she assumed were expert swings, James had successfully gotten the ball into the first hole. Which she knew was the objective, at least. How was she meant to play eighteen holes of this, though?

"Kylan, I feel like I should only do a few of the holes. Maybe I'll just watch you after that!" she whispered nervously while Kylan sifted through the golf clubs, looking at her occasionally as he did. He pulled a few out, holding them up to her, and then deposited them back in the bar

-You wanted me to agree to this meeting." Kylan reminded her, pulling out another club and repeating the same process with it

She sighed and came to stand closer to him. James was sitting back in the golf cart and appeared to be on the phone, but she still didn't want him to potentially overhear her talking to Kylan.

"Yes, but I didn't think he would want me to come along. Do I need to remind you of the deal you just sealed because of me!" she whispered to him agitation creeping its way into her voice. Kylan pulled out one more club, holding it up to her and then nodding "Let's go," was all he said, effectively ignoring her protests

He took her hand and led her over to the waiting tee, placing a golf ball atop it. "Now. You need to stand up straight, and bend at the hips. Keep her arms straight as well, and don't be afraid to hit the ground when you swing. The club 1 gave you, should allow the ball to travel far enough in the direction of the hole, that you likely won't have to hit it too many times before you ideally get it in the hole. Kylan explained, his voice clinical as he spoke.

He stood next to her, eyeing her carefully

She attempted to take the exact stance that he described, lining up the club that felt foreign in her hands. She took a deep breath and swung subconsciously squeezing her eyes shut as she did. She opened them when she didn't feel the club connect with the ball on the ground, and she frowned.

Kylan sighed heavily as her side. "Fuck's sake," he mumbled. He walked over to her, coming to stand behind her. "Like this," he breathed, stepping forward until his front was pressed against her back.

Her breach hitched in her throat, every sense becoming hyper-aware of every inch of Kylan's body that now touched her own

"Stand up straight." He reached his hands around her, gripping her hips and prompting her to stand as he instructed. She listened, too surprised to protest

He then straightened her elbows for her, and then his hands brushed over hers, adjusting the way she was holding the handle of the club. "Hold it like this. Don't be afraid of the grass. You really do want to hit it." Kylan's words tickled her neck, and her heart pounded within her chest reverberating through her ears.

She forced herself to swallow and ned. "Thank you, she whispered.

She moved her head to look at his side profile, and he did the same, moving his head to look at her as well. For a moment, they stayed like that, simply staring at one another. Neither of them blinked. Neither of them moved. His hands still rested on hers and his chest was still pressed against her back.

Kylar's eyes scanned her face, an unreadable expression back on his face. "Swing, Katrina, he finally said, his voice sounding especially low in her

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She involuntarily shuddered slightly, nodding, and licking her lips. "R-Right," she choked out, turning her head, and ensuring she was standing the way Kylan had intended her to.

He kept hold of her hands, even as she swung the club once more. This time, she hit the ball and watched as it flew through the air, in the direction of the waiting small hole in the ground.

She gasped, very nearly jumping up and down in excitement. "I did it!" she cheered happily. She looked at Kylan again and found he was already looking at her.

*You did," he agreed, and she could have sworn there was the slightest hint of a smile on his face.

square

him and then acting purely on instinct, she reached up

finish getting it in the damn hole, he reminded her. Nodding, the walked to the ball and proceeded

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even her boss seemed to be a natural at the whole process. She never quite got better at playing, but Kylan always seemed to be willing to step in and

bleaker as time wore on, and she was glad for the warmth of Kylan's body, each time he stepped in to help

when he allowed it to. Oftentimes, he fought against any natural flow of things. She wondered not for the first time, what his upbringing had been exactly. She wondered how he and Ryan had grown to be such close friends, considering how different they both were from one

hole, Kylan came to take his seat next to her in the golf cart.

called

this,

or protect me from the elements, I mean," she quietly

to her,

Rylan. For teaching me," she said with

down at her, a strange look crossing his

he mumbled, reaching a tentative hand up to brush the side of her cheek with the back of his knuckles lightly. They're rosy. You really

said without thinking. I mean, because of the body heat, and all

Kylan's mouth quirked into

smirk. "Of course, he

another

Litter" She

to be posed?" he asked, back to sounding just

smile at the camera,

camera and situated herself back in her seat. She glanced at Kylan, who again, was

phone and aiming it so that

a quick smile at him,

lips were

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and snapped a few photos,

has head away from hers.

staring down

nat her

"Kylan"" she asked quietly.

he climbed back into the golf cart, along with the cality. Kylan shufted next to her, keeping an armi around her, but no longer close to her Exce

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bid farewell to James and Oscar pulled up with the SUV, the clouds had opened overhead, and

and watching the rain wet the world outside. "Thank f*ck, that's over with. I swear to God. Ryan is taking my place the next time some prick asks me to play golf Kylan grumbled next to her, running his fingers through his

look at him and then

slightly narrowed eyes. "No, I suppose it wasn't," he agreed

then moved her gaze back out the window for the

to walk her up once more, but she politely declined. She climbed out of the car without

promptly surrounded

of her building, s all laced with cameras and all asking her a

sleep your way

long have j you been dating Kylan

position is fair within Ross Corp, considering

was meant to do in a situation like

journalists had even come from. She did her best to ignore them, but they were relentless. She heard a

in the lobby of

something like this could happen at any given moment, even at her home. She had been lucky so far, but it was ridiculous to

fair. She knew that the public was only

morning when Rylan made her feel

every step she took.

there. She glanced at the person holding her, noticing that it was Kylan. He had gotten out of the car to help her,

and unlocking her door. She allowed Kylan to guide her inside, closing and

overcome with gratitude and embarrassment alike. She was meant to be a PR specialist, but she had

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silly,

you, Sir" She was breathless, absently kicking off