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.

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

the day before Halloween. It's themed, for some f*cking reason, and this year's theme

Ryan is insisting we go before our actual

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

your mask and gown. 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 rip the figurative band-aid off as quickly as

really. She never got to

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

We watch ridiculous old horror movies and eat our weight in junk

under his chin as he usually did. She watched as he took a

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

would be fine too," she

kept his gaze outside, staying silent for the remainder of the car

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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 a moment to collect herself, yawning while she stretched. Her phone chimed at that moment with a message notification. The dress and mask should be on your

you. Sir. 111

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.

Ryan never spared the expense to show off to the rest of New York City, not when it was

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

she ever even seen something so ridiculously gaudy up close. With widened eyes and a racing heart, she pulled out

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 it no doubt cost

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

sort of gown a princess wore, not a damn assistant

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

end of the night,

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as she answered emails, nor as she helped Kylan prepare a few different standard reports that she had created with him a hundred times

enough by midafternoon. "The f*ck is wrong with you today.

she told him apologetically. Kylan narrowed his eyes at her. "Obviously. But the question is why are you distracted?" He asked,

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

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 her with an