Chapter 27

Chapter 27

"He shouldn't have punched him. Assault is never okay."

"Mine? That's possessive, isn't it?"

"I think it's sweet! The paparazzi don't respect boundaries. I don't blame him for losing his cool."

"I support Katrina and Kylant"

"Does anyone have the Ross Corp, doorbell camera? Is it worth getting?"

"I love a man who will stand up for his woman!"

"Mine? Oh my God, Katrina is so lucky!"

"Kylan Ross is a menace to society. He needs to stay in his penthouse.

It was Friday. Finally. Instead of looking forward to the weekend, her stomach was in knots while she read through several of the comments under the picture she posted the night before.

It was a mixed bag of reactions. There were a surprising number of people who condoner Kylan's act of violence, but several others didn't. Isabel had been right when she said that everyone was talking about Kylan Ross, though. Everyone. She couldn't go to a single news website, without there being an article about Kylan right now. It was dizzying that she was at the center of all of it, just as much as he was.

She finally closed out every tab on her phone and focused her efforts on getting ready for work. It was raining outside again, an October chill in full swing. She wore a pantsuit today and her thick, fleece-lined jacket and ballet flats.

She headed out her door, briefcase in hand, and then her phone rang, just as she expected it to

"Good morning, Sir." She shifted her phone near her ear and pressed the button to call the elevator "Kare?"

doors to the elevator opened. "Dad? Oh! Hey, dad! It's good to hear your voice," she tried to recover, not having expected her father to call her so early

it. She didn't know what she was allowed to tell her father. As far as she knew, Aaron was the one and only person that Kylan had been okay with telling the truth to, and maybe Maine, by extension This was her own

her dating and marrying her boss far better than he would be able to process that none of it was

it's really great, honestly. He's. He's good to me and it works. We work. We.. We get each other." She was floundering and

he could hold it against you. You could lose your job. Are you sure this is a good idea! I thought you

she wouldn't lose cell reception. She started walking down them carefully, her phone stili pressed to her car and her briefcase clutched under her arm

I've seen him be... soft

realized the truth of her words as she said them. They weren't just little white lies; they were all things Kylan had done for her in the last

this as a power dynamic

seat on one of the plush armchairs that surrounded a large, stone fireplace. She could see

just for a few days.. Uhmm... before we.... What do you think?" she asked him in a

before

for our

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worried about you, Kate. I know you're nearing your thirties, but I still

We'll come to visit

and ran a hand through her hair. "I know, Dad. I know you worry. I have this under control though. Okay! I promise. W and you'll see." She hoped she sounded reassuring and not strained like she internally

Kate. Please

I love you too, Dad. I have to get to work now." She ended the call and slid her phone into the pocket

Kylan what she could say to him. She just.. Hadn't yet. There were too many other things she was worrying about, and her dad was never someone she talked to

stood from the armchair and walked outside to greet Oscar, who helped her into the car. Once settled in her seat, she thought about the schedule for the day. Then,

answered the call on the second ring and pressed her phone back to her ear. "Good morning. Sir," she said with as much cheer

wants to move our dinner to lunch instead. What's the schedule

photographer in her name. Okay, she could also act as if none of it happened. It wasn't a big deal, to begin with. There was a simple explanation for the kiss; she

than she already had. On top of all of

details from him too? "We're poised to go to Elorde Enterprises and approve the

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