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

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

at her, but his

and delicious. I never felt bad about it. Nope. She smiled up at him, noticing how almost angelic he looked in the glow of

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

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

babysat her 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

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

Even if it was the alcohol talking, she felt it was important he knew and that

her face. "I promise, you like the jagged layers

wouldn't

now.

raised skin. A quickened heart rate.

true," she mumbled back, pressing herself

close, she could

hell. She could smell

at an impasse then, I suppose,"

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

then his lips, his full, soft, beautiful lips, were on hers. Palling, twisting, pushing against hers. And she kissed him back, holding him close, turning her head every which way to deepen the

hair, her fingers held his sides, and she stood there kissing. Molding into one another, not caring a single bit

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