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

So beautiful it physically hurts Kylan to look at

emotion that scared the shit out of Kylan, and he loved looking into them.

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

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

The curves of her body were perfection. He couldn't believe she had

ache, his head swirling with the

reach our and touch her. To hold her. To

to kiss her. To feel her

he was capable of taking part

Katrina

see her sleeping. She deserved the rest. The

moving closer to her, not waking her up. Subconsciously, one hand

reality, though, it was cavernous, endless, the amount of space

his mind rejoiced at Kylan's suffering. The fact

celebrated and Kylan stood by and watched, shackles bound

ays were.

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Chapter 66

being conscious and unconscious, never fully allowing himself to slip under in fear of having another nightmare. He couldn't and wouldn't put Katrina through

frowning when he realized Katrina wasn't

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

couldn't blame her. He couldn't fault her for it, even if it hurt his heart to

evening." Her voice was different, Kylan noted. Almost monotone, yet hoarse. As he took in her appearance more

He hated himself.

his throat and sat up, running his

lips pulled into a thin line and her brow furrowed. "Right.

softened ever so slightly,