Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Katrina kept her head down over the next week, falling into a surprisingly easy routine with Kylan. She watched the stocks carefully, completed her regular duties at work, and spent time alone with Kylan more than she ever had before.

He asked her to join him for lunch nearly every day during the week, and she obliged him. It was still strange to spend time with him in casual settings. He mostly had the same attitude every day, was never too open, and was almost always hard to read. But he was kind to her, never asking her to pay for a single thing, no matter how expensive the restaurant wAL

He always held doors for her, and she was growing even more accustomed to holding his hand when they were in public. It was becoming second nature for her, in a way, holding Kylan's hand and quietly enjoying the soft plains of his palm and his long fingers entwined with hers.

Katrina didn't hear him swearing when she was around, too. This was surprising as swearing was almost second nature to Kylan Ross.

She both silently agreed it was best to stay out of the spotlight for a moment after Kylan's incident with the photographer garnered so much attention. It didn't matter though. Kylan continued to gain support on Litter and her private social media was filled with follower requests.

It seemed that everyone was a sucker for a passionate love story, and that's what people viewed her and Kylan as bring. She wondered if she would be equally as enamored, were she in the public's shoes.

It was now a few days before Halloween, and she was knee-deep in an endless pile of paperwork. Kylan was about to sign a new contract to implement the Nightfall into the police force, and a deal like that always carne with late nights and an excess of caffeine to stay awake through it all. Her wrist was cramping from writing so damn much, and she internally cursed Kylan's incessant need to have contracts hand drawn and written. He said it was safer, to have physical copies of everything, but she really thought he was just too set in his ways to change anything.

It was nearly seven o'clock in the evening, and she had yet to eat dinner. Her eyes were burning, and the top of her wrist felt like it was about to give out if she signed even one more piece of paper.

Her heels were forgotten under her desk, and she had tied up her hair at some point hours ago, keen on keeping it the hell out of her face. The sleeves of her white button-down were rolled up to her forearms and she had undone the first two buttons at the top. She looked more unprofessional than usual, but her shirt was at least still tucked into her pencil skirt.

As far as she knew, she was the last person at the office, anyway. She told Oscar to go home a while ago, and that she'd take a taxi. She had at least Two more hour of work if she wanted to get the contract figured out before its deadline tomorrow.

She only had her desk lamp on by now and apart from that and the moonlight filtering in through the window, the office was dark around her. including out in the hallway.

"Are you hungry" a low voice spoke from her doorway, and she dropped the stack of papers in her hands.

"Sir, what the hell I thought you went home." Her heart was racing, and she put a hand over her chest

Kylan didn't say anything about her choice of language, instead opting to walk into the room and over to a small table she had situated near the window. She watched as he set down a bag and began to sift through it. She eyed him curiously for a second before she walked over to join him.

"Did you get us dinner. Sir?" she asked him in surprise.

taking out various Chinese takeout boxes, along with chopsticks, some napkins, and two glasses. "You're here late because of me," Kylan said as a way of explanation, not meeting her gaze as he

hungry and exhausted. A gesture like this one meant more than

could kiss you, Sir Katrina

froze. Because shit. That wasn't okay. For so many

you. Sir. This was very kind of you" She cleared her throat, flustered as hell. It was her turn to avert her gaze as she

on the table. She sat down in one of

a houde of red wine he also brought, filling both the glasses

conversation to something slightly safer. "My father has been asking to meet you, Sir. I wasn't sure what I was allowed to tell him, so I just told him that we're uh... getting married" She

took a drink of her wine. "He's not unreasonable, he's just protective of me. Even though I'm about to turn twenty-nine in a couple of days." She poured some rice onto her own plate, careful not to spill any

in his hand. "Your birthday is in a couple of days?" he quietly

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Chapter 31

her head. "It isn't a big deal. I don't blame you for not keeping track of it, I hardly do." She took another bite of her food and watched as Kylan continued to

opted to appear a little more casual right now, his own sleeves rolled up and his tie long forgotten. He looked nice like that she thought.

Maine, and he's still there. He's a fisherman and he's gone a lot of the year, but he's home now and I know he was hoping we would come to visit him in early November before the wedding, at least,"

even entailed. He really didn't have any obligation to meet. her father, let alone travel out

you like it if I met him?" Kylan responded softly, so softly she wondered if he even

you know? It would mean a lot to him, which means it would mean a lot to me, too" She kept her

surprised the

out of her

Maine He didn't sound hesitant in the least, and her eyes

own eyes as neutral as she'd ever seen

Ryan know before I organize the plane tickets and lodging. We

It meant a weird amount to her. The idea of Kylan meeting her father. It felt important, though it

room," Kylan responded before taking a drink of his

considered the possibility before bringing anything up to Kylan. She didn't know how something like that would go, really. But she chose to push it to the back of her mind for now, "Thank you again, Sir"

the sudden contact but didn't say anything. She cleared

her chair, far too aware now that she

"It's nearly eight o'clock at night, Sir. I'm not partial to wearing heels for over twelve hours at a time." She sat back at her deck, rolling her neck a

the contract, he instructed,