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

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

Ryan is insisting we go

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

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

"What are

"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 our weight in junk food she told him, growing sheepish as

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

night?" he asked, still looking out the window as he talked. It almost sounded like he was nervous which she knew was

would be fine too,"

his gaze outside, staying silent for the

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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.

now? Thank you.

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 heavy the contents within were. What had

was always a big deal. Ryan never spared the expense to show off to the rest of New York City, not when it

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

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

designs throughout its skin. She didn't feel

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

the sort of gown a princess wore, not a damn assistant in

the door of her closet. She glanced at the time and realized she

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

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Kylan prepare a few different standard reports that she had

with you today. Katrina?" he snapped at her

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?"

tonight, it's it's a lot," she admitted quietly.

still would have sufficed. Her face grew impossibly warm now, and she made herself not look away