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

otherwise perfect surface. "I don't know, Kylan. In the third grade, I stole a candy bar from the convenience store. I didn't even tell my stray lint from off

his head at her, but

about it. Nope. She smiled up at him, noticing how

a candy bar. What other awful transgressions must you confess to, Kate! Kylan asked quietly, leaning down and

him out of the strange mood he was in. It had to be the alcohol in both

a new fish that was identical to it instead." Her voice was soft, her breath brushing over Kylan's face as she spoke. "How unbelievable. You should have told her the truth." Kylan was

be bolder than she normally would have the courage to be.

to you too, Kylan. I wish she believed that Even if it was the alcohol talking, she felt it

"I promise, you like the jagged layers of ice that reside underneath my surface." He practically ghosted over the words, his sweet-smelling breath

wouldn't

now.

Instant raised skin. A quickened heart rate. A dizzying, fuzzy, warmth filled her

mumbled back, pressing

close, she could smell

his soap, and hell. She could

then, I

eyes mirroring his. The air was charged with that electricity again, only made more intense by the wine she consumed. More

twisting, pushing against hers. And she kissed

hair, her fingers held his sides, and she stood there kissing. Molding

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