Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Katrina slept restlessly that night, her mind plaguing her with dreams of Kylan, for the first time ever. When she awoke the next morning, she was all too grateful that it was Saturday.

She vaguely remembered it was her birthday, and she spent the next few hours reading comments on her social media and Kylan's alike, all from people hoping she would have a good day.

She also saw a few pictures from the ball already circling the internet, each one from people romanticizing herself and Kylan. Then a picture of the scaled invitation was also posted. Good thing they covered the place and time of the wedding or else, the paparazzi and those uninvited will be flocking on the day of the wedding. They couldn't afford to let someone ruin their special day, even if it is fake.

It made her feel sour if she was honest. The memory of Kylan's kiss had her completely conflicted. But his reaction afterward, deflated any positive feelings she may have had about it at all.

right

She was happy when she changed into sweatpants and an oversized sweater. She was happy when Aaron and Maine arrived with just the ri amount of junk food and scary movies that she desperately needed to distract her.

She was happy when her dad called to wish her a Happy Birthday until he asked about her visiting and she begrudgingly told him when her flight

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She did her best to enjoy her time with her friends, she really did. They were going above and beyond to help her ring in her last year in her twenties, and she was thankful for them.

But her mind was back in the hallway with Kylan pressed against her, and her hands in his hair.

She hated that she couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, or about him. It was inappropriate, a fact she was reminded of when she transferred the money he sent her to her bank.

Why did it make her feel sick to accept the money y now? Why was she so uncomfortablet

Halfway through her third scary movie and half a bottle of wine, there was a knock on her front door.

Aaron paused the movie and walked to answer it for her. She couldn't see who it was in the darkness of her apartment

"It's uh, Kylan." Aaron came back to tell her, a curious look on his face.

She rolled her eyes at him, having no doubt he would fire way too many questions at her the second he could

She completely forgot Kylan had asked her if he could stop by on her birthday. She wasn't ready to see him, but she knew she had no choice.

acutely aware that she looked far less put together than she usually did around

head and she tried

stay. I only wanted to bring you this," Kylan told

far 100 calm,

after flashed.

holding a rather large, square object, wrapped in light brown paper. He handed is

told

sir," the responded

minute, and he looked like he might say more, but then he turned away from her and left, just like the night

kitchen table. She set it down and then switched the light of the chandelier above the table on Aaron and Maine came to stand on either side

and tears sprang to her eyes of

painting from

beautiful, transcendent scene that

for her, though it had cost thousands of

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her, even though he lived

fingers glossing over the gold frame that adorned the painting. Her heart flip-flopped in her

the knew Kylan was leaving

own eyes then traveled to her living room window, where

had never wanted to both thank him and yell at him more.

flattered. Kylan had never so much as addressed her birthday in the past, let alone gotten her a gif of any kind. She didn't even receive

kiss, or rather a make-out session, with Kylan. Now she was Now she felt sick to her stomach. Now she felt warm, the same kind of warns she

just been staring at the painting until Aaron reached a hand out

to pass the f*ck out." His voice mapped her out of her

she blinked a few times. He and Maine were

I'm. Gosh. I'm fine

but also curiosity too,

breath, and then she licked her lips and walked over to her kitchen

the counter together. "Are you going to tell us why your boss, your boss who definitely doesn't give people gifts, just bought you a painting from Mr. Wilson! The Mr. Wilson. You know, the artist that sells his paintings for like. At least

of gesture from

she began to cut the stem n off from each strawberry with a

remember very clearly that it isn't. The fact that Aaron wouldn't let it go without more of an explanation only further fueled

the cutting board and moved her hands to grip the counter, her

I really don't. I know you're wanting me to clarify all of