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 in

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. "You never go to that ball," she said with a

Ryan is insisting

and Katrina fought back a laugh. He allowed himself to be put off by

off at your apartment in time for the ball tomorrow."

fun, really. She never got to go to any of Ross Corp's functions like this one, not

once and then paused. "What are

my birthday. I usually spend the day with Maine and Aaron, Sar. W We watch ridiculous old horror movies and eat our weight in junk food she told him, growing sheepish as she

out the window of the car, propping a hand under his chin as he usually

mind if.. If I stop by for a minute that night?" he asked, still looking out the window as he talked. It almost

fine

gaze outside, staying silent

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went by without a hitch, and she felt an incredible weight lift off her shoulders as soon as the job was done. The rest of the day was easy, with only a few calls she needed to sit in on and various emails to answer throughout the day. By the end of the day, her lack of sleep was catching up to her and she was all too happy when Oscar finally took her home. She ate a bowl of cold cercal for dinner and glanced at Kylan's Litter before she took

you. Sir.

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

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

anxiety the whole way. She set it down lightly and then she forced herself

in her life had she ever even seen something so ridiculously gaudy up close. With widened eyes 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,

and then she used both of her hands to take out the incredibly fluffy ball gown next. It was beautiful, heavy, and all-black with 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

expense like that, though she knew Kylan would only roll his eyes if she tried to

of gown a princess wore, not

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

ruin by the end of the night, she forced herself to walk away and get ready for work

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Kylan prepare a few different standard reports

f*ck is wrong with you today. Katrina?" he snapped at her as she zoned

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,

tonight, it's it's a lot," she admitted quietly. Kylan's fingers paused on his keyboard,

you could have bought. something far simpler, and it still would have sufficed.