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.

turned to look at him too. "Alright. What did you have in mind?" she asked

you know, Ross Corp. hosts a charity ball every year on 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. "You never go to that ball," she said with a small smile. "It's not your

isn't. However, Ryan is insisting we

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

They'll coordinate mine. I have them dropped off at your apartment in time for the ball tomorrow." He was rushing now, no doubt trying to

That all 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, not with

grunted once and then paused. "What are your plans for Halloween?"

slightly. "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

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

stop by for a minute that night?" he asked, still looking out the window as he talked. It almost sounded like he was nervous which

Sir. That would be fine too," she told him

outside, staying silent for the remainder of the car

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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 a shower and called it an early night. When her alarm roused her the next morning, she was far less grumpy than she had been yesterday. She took

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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

the expense to show off to the

with anxiety the whole way. She set it down lightly

eyes fell on what was in the box. Never in her life had she ever even seen something so ridiculously gaudy up close. With widened eyes and a racing

was beautiful, heavy, and all-black with lace designs throughout its skin. She didn't feel

she knew Kylan would only roll his eyes if she

sort of gown a princess wore, not

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

look at the dress she was certain she'd somehow ruin by the end of the night,

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

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

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

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

a few times. "No, no it's.. Well, it's 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 away from him, even as he stared at