Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 32

Chapter

32

Katrina was drained the next morning while she got ready for work. By the time Kylan had taken her home and she showered, it had been well after msdnight. Which meant she only got a measly six hours of sleep before her alarm was pulling her nut of her slumber far

too soon. and groaning the whole

When she bundled up in her coat and slipped on

She went through the motions of getting ready reluctantly, yawning her flats, she was contemplating calling into work for the first time ever.

But she knew she couldn'. She needed to be there to help the contract get into the right hands. Kylan counted on her for tasks like this, more than he did most other things. She couldn't let him down, even though every fiber of her being wanted her to go back to the warmth of her bed.

Katrina absent-mindedly took the elevator down to the lobby of her building, waiting for Kylan's morning phone call as she did. She was staring down at her phone as she walked, not paying any mind to the people around her.

"You have a terrible habit of not looking where you're going," Kylan said to her left, and she jumped.

"You have a habit of startling me," she chastised him with a sigh.

Kylan shrugged and held a coffee cup out to her. She took it squinting her eyes at her hous. "You got me coffee?" she asked him slowly.

"You didn't get enough sleep," he explained with another shrug. He held now free hand out to her and she took it hesitantly.

He got her dinner last night. And now he bought her coffee this morning. Why was he being so nice to her!

Thank you. Sir

You didn't

t get enough sleep either, though," she pointed out to him as he opened the door of her building and guided her to the

Once inside and on the road, Kylan ran a hand through his hair and then shifted to look at her. "I don't need sleep." He brushed her off. "I'd like to talk to you about our next date, be changed the subject.

him too. "Alright. What did you have

the day before Halloween. It's themed, for some f*cking reason, and this year's theme is a masquerade." He didn't sound thrilled in the least as he spoke.

Ryan is insisting we go before our actual

allowed himself to be put off by the strangest things sometimes, and she wondered if he

in time for the ball tomorrow." He was rushing now, no doubt trying to rip the

ball sounded like fun, really. She never

paused. "What are your plans for Halloween?" he asked

"Oh, um. That's my birthday. I usually spend the day with Maine and Aaron, Sar. W We watch ridiculous old horror movies and eat our weight in

stared out the window of the car, propping a hand under his chin as he usually did. She

I stop by for a minute that night?" he asked, still looking out the

would be fine too," she told

outside, staying silent for the

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her home. She ate a bowl of cold

you. Sir.

wanted to see if Kylan would say anything else but determined that was the extent of the conversation when he hadn't responded after a few minutes. She grabbed a role from within her closet and walked to her front door, unlocking it and then staring down. An overly large, white box with a black ribbon wrapped around it sat on her doorstep. She bent down and picked it up with both of her hands. surprised by how heavy the contents within were. What had Rylan picked out for

Corp. held a ball, it was always a big deal. Ryan never spared the expense to show off to the rest of

way. She set it down lightly and then she forced herself to untie the ribbon and pull off the top

and a racing heart, she pulled out the silver mask first. It was gorgeous and the material didn't feel cheap at all. She turned it every which way, noticing how it glinted in the daylight flooding in through her living

lace designs throughout its skin. She didn't feel fit to wear a dress like this. It was too much, far too much. She knew it

she knew Kylan would only

a princess wore, not a damn

dress to her bedroom, hanging it up on the door of her closet. She glanced at the time and realized she only had twenty minutes now to get ready

one last look at the dress she was certain she'd somehow ruin by the end of the night, she forced herself to

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focus, not as she answered emails, nor as she helped Kylan prepare a few different standard reports that she had created with him a

midafternoon. "The f*ck is wrong with you today. Katrina?" he snapped

startled in her chair in front of his desk, feeling her face flush warm. "I'm sorry, Sir. I'm distracted today," she told him apologetically. Kylan narrowed his eyes at her. "Obviously. But the question is why are you distracted?" He asked, turning his gaze away

honest with him. "The dress for tonight, it's it's a lot," she admitted

I just can't help but feel like.. Well, like you could have bought. something far simpler, and it still would have sufficed. Her face grew impossibly warm now, and she made herself not look away from him, even as he stared