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

hands on his chest, picking a piece sweater's 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 dad about it, either. And then I ate the whole thing in one

his head at her, but his eyes were soft.

damn big and delicious. I never felt bad about it. Nope. She smiled up at him, noticing how almost angelic he looked

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

pull him out of the strange mood he was in. It had

best friend when I babysat her betta fish and it died. 1 didn't have the heart to tell her, and I bought her a new fish that

causing her to be bolder than she normally would have the courage to be. Kylan frowned at her, but he didn't pull away from where he still rested against her forehead. "A lot of broken hearts, Katrina. A lot of broken

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

Kate." 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.

A quickened heart rate. A dizzying,

not true," she mumbled back, pressing herself

could smell the

the mint, his soap, and hell. She could smell him. Just him. Just

at an impasse then, I suppose," Kylan

made more intense by the wine she consumed. More than that though, she felt drawn

hers. Palling, twisting, pushing against hers. And she kissed

there kissing. Molding into one another, not

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