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.

at him too. "Alright. What did you have

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

However, Ryan is

grew the more he spoke, and Katrina fought back a laugh. He allowed himself to be put off by

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

responded calmly. Truthfully, a masked ball sounded like fun, really. She never got

"What are your plans

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

a hand under his chin as he

a minute that night?" he asked, still looking out the window

would be fine

outside, staying silent for the

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all too happy when Oscar finally took her home. She ate a

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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

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

box to her kitchen counter, her stomach churning with anxiety the whole way. She set it down lightly and then she forced herself to

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 heart, she pulled out the silver mask first. It was gorgeous and the material didn't feel cheap at all.

incredibly fluffy ball gown next. It was beautiful, heavy, and all-black with lace designs throughout its skin. She didn't feel

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

wore, not a damn assistant in

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 for

dress she was certain she'd somehow ruin by the end of the

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as she helped Kylan prepare a few different standard reports that she had created

with you today. Katrina?" he

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

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

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