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

it physically hurts Kylan to look at her

eyes, God, he constantly got lost in her eyes. They were endless orbs of every human emotion that scared the

human, Caring about people. She was his exact opposite and all he brought to her was pain

bed where Katrina had pulled both the duvet and sheets taut. He didn't dare climb under the covers. It felt wrong. Like a violation of some sort. Instead, he carefully lay on the bed as far from Katrina as possible, staring up at the ceiling for a moment, ignoring the need to take

on his side, staring at the back of Katrina's head. Her hair was perfection. The curves of her body were perfection. He couldn't believe she had allowed him to touch her,

head swirling with the most confusing concoction of

our and touch her.

to kiss her. To

too much. An indulgence that went far beyond what he was capable of taking part in, especially

Katrina

sleeping. She deserved the rest. The reprieve from a

her up. Subconsciously, one hand

though, it was cavernous, endless, the

at Kylan's suffering. The fact that he didn't know how to talk to the one person he wanted to

and watched, shackles bound to his wrists and ankles just like there

ays were.

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Chapter 66

being conscious and unconscious, never fully allowing himself

frowning when he realized Katrina wasn't in the bed anymore and her side had been

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

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 eyes

got an email that you 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.

He hated himself.

his throat and sat up, running his hands through

pulled into a thin line and her brow furrowed. "Right. I-I'm going to take a

softened ever so slightly, now filled