Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

After her father insisted on paying for dinner, which Kylan was most ardently against, she bid her father farewell with the promise she would come to visit him on his boat tomorrow.

With one final parting hug, she watched as he began the walk back to his apartment that was not far from the Waterfront.

She sighed, folding her arms across her chest, and watching as he disappeared from view.

"Your father is likely the least insufferable man I've ever spoken with Kylan said from next to her.

She scoffed at him and shook her head, but she was grinning. "What did you say to him in French at the end? I only understood part of it," she asked him, turning her body so that she was facing him.

Kylan hummed, taking a deep breath and then reaching a hand out to brush the backs of his fingertips against her cheek. "Vous avez froid" came his murmured reply.

She shivered, but she wasn't certain if it was because of the cold this time. Tim not that cold, she protested quietly

kylan smiled, actually smiling at her. "No, I don't suppose you are. I don't think you have a cold bone in her body, Katrina Morgan," he whispered

Pping forward and wrapping his arms around her waist suddenly.

She was

unwelcome one. She rested her hands on his chest, picking a piece sweater's otherwise perfect surface. "I don't know, Kylan. In the third grade, I

his head at her, but his eyes were soft. So

never felt bad about it. Nope. She smiled up at him, noticing how almost angelic he

transgressions must you confess to, Kate! Kylan asked quietly, leaning

didn't move. Didn't do anything that might pull him out of the strange mood he was in. It had to be the alcohol in both of their systems, that was

betta fish and it died. 1 didn't have the heart to tell her, and I bought her a new fish that was identical to it instead." Her voice was soft, her breath brushing over Kylan's face as she spoke.

worst thing you've ever done?" she asked him, the wine thrumming through her veins causing her to be bolder than she normally

if it was the alcohol talking,

Kylan lifted his hands and tenderly held either side of her face. "I promise, you like the jagged layers of ice that reside underneath my

wouldn't

now.

chills. Instant raised skin. A quickened heart rate. A dizzying, fuzzy,

back, pressing herself closer to

close, she could smell the

hell. She could smell him.

at an impasse then, I suppose,"

eyes mirroring his. The air was charged with that electricity again, only made more intense by the wine she consumed. More than that though, she felt drawn to Kylan Pulled to him. Magnetized by him. If you don't kiss me,

then his lips, his full, soft, beautiful lips, were on hers. Palling, twisting, pushing against hers. And she kissed

and she stood there kissing. Molding into one

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