Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 32

Chapter

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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.

look at him too. "Alright. What did you have

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

isn't. However, Ryan is insisting we go before

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

picked out your mask and gown. They'll coordinate mine. I have them dropped off at your apartment in time for the ball tomorrow." He was

sounds fine," she responded calmly. Truthfully, a masked ball sounded like fun, really. She never got to go to any of Ross Corp's functions like this one,

"What are your plans

usually spend the day with Maine and Aaron, Sar. W We watch ridiculous old horror movies and eat our

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

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

would be fine too," she told

kept his gaze outside, staying silent for

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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

Thank you. Sir. 111

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

when Ross Corp. held a ball, it was always a big deal. Ryan never spared the expense to show off to the rest of New York City, not when it was the company's reputation

whole way. She set it down lightly and

Never 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

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 it no doubt cost Kylan a small fortune, and

know how to justify an expense like that, though she knew Kylan would only roll his eyes if she tried to protest the amount of money

the sort of gown a princess wore, not a damn

to her bedroom, hanging it up on the door of her closet. She

end of the night, she forced herself to walk away and get

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as she answered emails, nor as she helped Kylan prepare a few different standard reports that she had

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

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

watched him for a moment, pondering if it was worth it to be honest with him. "The dress for tonight, it's it's a lot," she admitted quietly. Kylan's fingers paused on his keyboard, and he looked back over at her. "Is it not to

completely gorgeous. 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