Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 66

Chapter 66

S POV

KYLAN'S

His feet were aching. His eyelids were uncharacteristically heavy. He needed to rest, even for a few hours.

Would Katrina be awake? Would she be sleeping? Was she still waiting up for him, even after all this time? Should he go return to the same room? Maybe he should get another room?

All of his stuff was inside the shared mom with Katrina, though. He couldn't leave it all behind. He couldn't...

But he had to go back. He had to take his chances. He had no idea what he would be capable of saying to Katrina if she was awake.

Kylan forced himself to take the elevator up to the top floor, his hands shaking, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He wasn't wearing his glasses or his contacts, and that didn't help anything either.

But it would help him not have to see Katrina as clearly when he entered their room.

The elevator doors pulled open, and Kylan stepped out, his breathing unsteady and his throat dry. He stopped in front of the last door at the end of the hall, running his fingers through his hair a few times and ignoring the red half-crescent-shaped indents that littered his skin.

It took him a few tries to unlock the door, the key fumbling between his fingers and his mind unfocused. Finally, though, or all too soon really, he successfully had the door unlocked. He slowly, methodically, pushed his way inside and closed the door silently behind him. The room was shrouded in darkness, save the last of the glowing embers in the fireplace. His eyes trailed over the bed, finding that it was meticulously made now apart from a small, distinctly Katrina-shaped lump on the far edge.

She was so close to the side of the bed, that Kylan worried she would fall off. Should he move her! Should he wake her?

r? Say something to her?

But what could he say? What could he say when he knew how hurt she undoubtedly was? What could he say when he didn't deserve to speak to her

He stared at Katrina for far longer than he should, taking in the rising and falling of her chest, hearing the soft sounds of her breathing as they ghosted through the quiet room

beautiful. So beautiful it physically hurts Kylan to look at her

her eyes, God, he constantly got lost in her eyes. They were endless orbs of every human emotion that scared the shit out of Kylan, and he loved looking into them. He loved indulging in her humanity that he

good at it. Being human, Caring about people. She was his exact opposite and all he brought to

carefully lay on the bed as far from Katrina as possible, staring up at the ceiling for a moment, ignoring the

at the back of Katrina's head. Her hair was perfection. The curves of her body were perfection. He couldn't believe she had

heart ache, his head swirling with the most confusing concoction of feelings he

yearned to reach our and touch her.

To feel her lips on

was too much. An indulgence that went far beyond what he was capable

Katrina

to see her sleeping. She deserved the rest. The reprieve from a f*ck

his side, not closing his eyes, not moving closer to her, not waking her up. Subconsciously, one hand was

it was cavernous, endless, the amount

demons and the ghouls on the top of the walls in his mind rejoiced at Kylan's suffering. The fact that he didn't know how to talk

stood by and watched, shackles bound

ays were.

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Chapter 66

into an in-between state of being conscious and unconscious, never fully allowing himself to slip under in fear of having another nightmare. He couldn't and wouldn't put

forced his eyes open, frowning when he realized Katrina wasn't in the bed anymore

you too, I'll talk to you soon" Kylan realized Katrina was standing near the fireplace, her phone pressed to her ear. She hung up, pinching the bridge of her nose and taking a deep breath. She looked up and found Rylan staring at her, and his frown deepened

Her own walls up. Her own defenses are readily in place. Kylan couldn't blame her. He couldn't fault her for it, even if it hurt his heart to see her normally expressive

changed our flight to this evening." Her voice was different, Kylan noted. Almost monotone, yet hoarse. As he took in her appearance more fully, he realized her eyes were red and puffy. Crying. She

He hated himself.

did." Kylan cleared his throat and sat up, running his hands through his hair

at him for a moment, her lips pulled into a thin line and her brow furrowed. "Right. I-I'm going to take a shower. Unless.. U. unless there's anything

The quiet way her eyes softened