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

the gesture wasn't an 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 stole a candy bar from the convenience store. I didn't

her, but his eyes were

Kylan, It was king-sized, too. So damn big and delicious. I never felt bad about it. Nope. She smiled up at him, noticing how almost angelic he looked in the glow of both the moonlight and

other awful transgressions must you confess to, Kate! Kylan asked quietly, leaning down and resting his forehead

mood he was in. It had to be the alcohol in both of their systems, that was the only explanation for any

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. "How unbelievable. You should have told her the truth." Kylan

I should have. She agreed with him. "What about you, though? What's 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. Kylan frowned at her, but he didn't pull away from where he still rested against her forehead. "A lot of broken hearts,

if it was the alcohol talking, she felt it

her face. "I promise, you like the jagged layers of ice that reside underneath my surface." He practically ghosted over the words, his

wouldn't

now.

skin. A quickened heart rate. A dizzying, fuzzy, warmth

true," she mumbled back, pressing herself

close, she could smell the

hell. She

impasse then,

made more intense by the wine she consumed. More than that though, she felt drawn to Kylan Pulled to him. Magnetized

twisting, pushing against hers. And she kissed

fingers held his sides, and she stood there kissing. Molding into one another, not caring a single bit about anyone that might still be walking

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