Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 65

Chapter 65 KYLAN'S POV

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I didn't matter how many fucking times Kylan tried; he couldn't calm his breathing. He couldn't quiet his racing mind. His fingers were flexing into repeated fats at his sides, his nails pressing hard to his inner palms each time his fists closed Stupid. He was so f*cking stupid

This was far from the first instance that Kylan had reacted poncle

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poorly to a situation, but it might take the place of number one

Perhaps the worst part of it all was that he felt wholly out of control like he couldn't speak. Like he couldn't fix it. Like he didn't know how, Or rather, he didn't deserve to try.

And Pck, if Katrina didn't deserve to be treated better. To be cherished. To be loved. To be worshipped like the damn goddess Kylan knew her to

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There had always been something special about her. Some innate part of her character that didn't entirely put Kylan off from talking to her, from having her work for him over the years she had been with Ross Corp. Her patience, her poise, her work ethic, all of it made it easy for Kylan to keep her on as his personal assistant.

She was a breath of fresh air, even if he never said as much to her. Even if he hadn't realized just how important or vital she was to him until only recently.

didn't want to soak all in. If he didn't want to out how to talk to her. To be with woo her.

But there was a barrier. A nearly visible stone fortress around his mind, his heart, prevented him from opening up to her. From talking to her. Really talking to her. Each time Katrina chipped at that armor, the armor he had relied on nearly his entire life, it only gained in strength and Layers

The monsters atop the fortress would then lean over the walls and all but toss Katrina of them as she was climbing, clawing, and trying to reach the

Any time she got too close. Kylan grew more afraid.

Any time he indulged himself in her just a little bit, he became more frantie, the monsters loading their cannons and preparing for a damn siege. just to keep him trapped

grand scheme of things, he knew this wasn't healthy. He knew it wasn't right or fair, to either

cars and suits.

had. She had beard his nightmares, had comforted his frantic body, had soothed his aching soul, and each time she

gave up, even throughout the worst of his self-sabotaging behaviors. He hated it. But he was also grateful for

All of it was

it

didn't deserve

special. And oh, did he loathe himself all the

run, Easter to hide. Easier to pretend. He

touch the fortress, to fire her own weapons against it, to ricochet her way through the outermost layers in

to make him feel, to make

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go through that again. That he could never lose anyone again. That it was too much, that it wasn't worth it. That he didn't need to let anyone get too close and beyond the spikes, or the moat of angry alligators with their gnashing jaws Chapter The contract was meant

Coasing him into doing what they thought was best for the company. Because hell, it was. With the rising stocks, and the actual positivity Kylan was being sent for the first time ever as CEO, it was easy to believe the contract was the right thing to do. To put in place. He only needed to take Katrina on dates, pose for a few pictures, hold her hand, appear on the day of their fake wedding, sign that damn fake mamage contract, and pay her for her forts. No big deal. Nothing that would cause Kylan to step too far out of his comfort zone. And yet, that's exactly what happened time and time again with Katrina. Somehow, she had made her way into his heart, into his mind. Somehow she kept seeing the parts of himself that were ugly. Damaged. The parts that he couldn't talk about. That he didn't know how to talk about. She knew nothing of the mistakes he had made

monster. That he was the last person she should give her love, her grace, her forgiveness

of himself. She was the light in the darkness, the breeze on a hot summer's day. the smell of rain in

deserved everything he could never give her. That he didn't know

mind, and what little of Kylan's soul remained, was the

himself.

it happened in ways he didn't understand. He would react

memones, with the shadows and ghosts that haunted the halls of his mind, of his heart that loomed over him to

ghosts and the demons all had the same three faces. The same three faces and the same three

That he never would be. That people would always leave him, in one

why the f*ck would he

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of executives and billionaires like they were nothing. Like they meant nothing. Because they didn't, not to him. never felt as though he quite

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the right things to do the right things, even if he never changed his voice or his personality to fit them. At the end of the day, he could make them a lot of money, and that's the only thing people like that cared about Kylan had never learned how

because the older of the two was patient with Kylan. He never understood why, and he hated. to

hated how people looked at him after his mother's death. He hated the questions, the passing glances, the feigned sad eyes. It was the main reason he moved in with Kenny in the first place so that he that he could I

help him before he ever needed to guide her. She was patient with hins. She never talked back to him, even when he deserved it. She was professional

all of her broke him over and over aga All of her caused him to talk about things, to reminisce about