Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

By the time Katrina got home from work that night, she was exhausted. So exhausted, that she contemplated not eating dinner at all.

Whenever Kylan went out of town, it always meant more work for her beforehand. This week had been no exception, and she was spent

She put away her briefcase and finally kicked off her heels, her feet immediately thanking her. She rolled each of her ankles a few times and then forced herself to go into her kitchen and look for something to eat. Katrina settled on making some pasta, pulling a small pot from a cabinet near the stove and filling it with the appropriate amount of water. Setting it on a burner, she turned it on and then leaned against her commer

A notification on her phone reminded her it was time to check into her coming flight, and she did so for Kylan as well. Yawning she poured the pasta into the now boiling water. She shifted around her kitchen in search of a wine glass. Once she found one, she pulled a half- empty boule of the liquid from her fridge, flicked the cork off, and filled the glass on the kitchen counter

she stirred the noodles periodically, taking absent sips of her wine every so often. She was pulled out of her sleepy revere by a knock on her front

door

one she didn't know. They were

She set down her wine glass, tentatively walking over to the door Glancing through the peephole, she saw someone holding a white bag in their hands, glancing down at their watch periodically

she unlocked her door and opened it a fraction of the way. "Can I help you?" she asked the stranger, eyeing him wearily.

"Katrina Morgan? I have her order here." The man indicated to the bag in his hands, holding it out to her.

at him. She hadn't ordered anything! "Are you certain this is meant for me?" She didn't take the bag, instead staring at it in

then back at her, shrugging. "I got your name and apartment number on it does it not?" he

a second." She disappeared inside her apartment, setting the bag down on her kitchen counter. She opened her nearby briefcase and withdrew a few dollars from her wallet. She returned and handed

taking a look inside. She smiled when she realized she knew exactly where the food was from. The Chinese restaurant she and Kylan were both fond

he sent it. He was the

doing so. This was a nice gesture, a very nice one. Especially after a week of almost awkwardness since their last

a word in

"Thank you. Sir. You didn't need to do that" she said before he

worked hard this week.

then placed her phone on speaker, setting it down on the counter. She shed a colander out of a cupboard and then

me. Leftovers won't hold up very well in my fridge over the

other end of the

don't have to.... it was only an

how ridiculous she sounded. She sighed and

a few things I need to do before our flight tomorrow. You should go to sleep

inner cheek. "Thank you again for agreeing to meet my father. I assure you; it will mean a lot to him, she told him sincerely. Despite her nerves about how to sell her relationship to her

knows we're not

nod, even though he couldn't see her doing so. "He does. He's not exactly thrilled about it, but he understands. He said he knows we want to have uh, privacy." She cleared her throat, feeling her face flush warm.

up and get some sleep.

you again. I see you tomorrow She waited to see if Kylan would say anything