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

third grade, I stole a candy bar from the convenience store. I didn't even tell my stray lint from off his dad

his head at her, but

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

confess to,

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

I once lied to my childhood 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 was identical to

asked him, the wine thrumming through her veins causing her to be bolder than she normally would have the courage to be. Kylan frowned at her, but he didn't pull away

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

side of her face. "I promise, you like

wouldn't

now.

rate. A dizzying, fuzzy, warmth filled her body

back, pressing

she could smell

his soap, and hell. She could smell

an impasse then,

her face, her own 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, I'm

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

his sides, and she stood there kissing. Molding into one

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