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.

"You're here late because of me," Kylan said as a way of explanation, not meeting

face. She was truthfully incredibly hungry and exhausted. A gesture like this

kiss you, Sir Katrina proclaimed without

shit. That wasn't okay. For so many reasons, talking like

you. Sir. This was very kind of you" She cleared her throat, flustered as hell. It was

sat down

a houde of red wine he also brought, filling both

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 opened her chopsticks and

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

at her, pausing with his chopsticks in his hand. "Your birthday is

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and watched as Kylan continued to stare at her with a strange look on his face. When would your father like to meet me?" Kylan changed the subject, wiping his

own sleeves rolled up and his tie long forgotten. He looked nice like that she thought. More calm and sure of himself, and not as pent

now and I know he was hoping we would come to visit him in early November before the

likely went above and beyond what the contract even entailed. He

so softly she wondered if he even meant for her

onto her wine glass with one hand, staring at the liquid contents 1 uh, think so? You're my boss and he's never met you... you know? It would mean a lot to him, which means it would mean a lot to me, too" She kept her eyes steady on her wine,

surprised the

out of her

Maine He didn't sound hesitant in the least,

neutral as she'd ever seen them, but she wasn't put

have Ryan know before I organize the plane tickets and

amount to her. The idea of

Kylan responded before taking a

that would go, really. But she chose to push it to the back of her mind for now, "Thank you again, Sir" She meant it sincerely, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching out and closing her hand over his for a fraction of

down at the sudden contact but didn't say anything. She cleared her throat and withdrew her

contract." She stood from her chair, far

at a time." She sat back at her deck, rolling her neck a few times, and then taking a deep breath. Kylan cleaned up the remnants of her

a stack of the contract, he instructed, holding a hand