Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 70

Chapter 70

James' words stayed with him well into the week. They stayed with him every time he considered messaging Katrina. They stayed with him any time he thought about her. About their right together. About their journey together

The Temporary secretary was a fairly competent intern, but Kylan couldn't store away the anger each morning when it was him sitting in Katrina's chair at his desk, and not the woman herself

How was she? Was she doing okay? How was her father? Did she miss Kylan

He shouldn't want her to miss him.

By Friday, Kylan's anxiety was reaching a peak. The anniversary was coming up swiftly and it had been nearly a week since he had seen or Katrina

en or spoken to

He found himself eating the sour candy she had given him to keep on his desk, both hating the taste and also grateful for the small reminder of her. He also toyed with his red and black bracelet while he worked at his desk, frowning at the fraying edges of the cheap material.

He was nearly done for the day, having already sent that secretary home. He glanced up when there was a knock on his door.

"Is your staff okay. Kylan Ryan asked, taking a seat in Katrina's chair.

Kylan rolled his eyes and sighed, stuffing the bracelet in the top drawer of his desk. "Oscar will be out of commission for a week. Katrina is returning on Monday," he responded defily.

Ryan nodded in understanding, clasping his hands over his stomach, his elbows resting on either side of the chair.

"How are things with h Katrina, Kylan?" he asked nonchalantly.

Kylan's shoulders deflated a minuscule amount. Did he want to be honest with his friend? With his mentor? Could he be

"I We... It's complicated." Kylan forced it out of his mouth.

"I guessed as much. You came home two days early from your trip," Ryan pointed out quietly.

"It was my fault. 1. Crossed a line. A line I wasn't ready to cross, and that it wasn't. Right to cross." That was half the truth. It had felt right, sleeping with Katrina. It had felt more right than anything he had ever experienced in his life. And that was precisely why it couldn't continue. "What sort of line did you cross? Was it the kind you can step back from, or the kind that's irreversible!" Ryan asked calmly

Kylan scowled down at his desk; his hands clasped underneath his chin. He thought about Katrina. About her on the bed under him. He thought about being inside her, being one with her. "Irrevocable." He mumbled.

only imagine the confusion crossing a line of that.. nature must bring Ryan knew what he meant, of course, he did. He

have no idea how, but I'll try. You don't need to worry about

the company, Kylan. I'm worried about you. You have the anniversary coming up. Oscar is absent, and your relationship with Katrina hangs in the balance. Tell me, friend, who is taking care of you? Are you taking care of yourself? I urge you to call the number of the thera-" Kylan's silent glare caused Ryan to sigh and close his mouth. "You'll never accept my offer, I understand that, but I'm a friend. I'm here if you need a shoulder to lean on, figuratively of course." He shifted and stood, clapping his hands

having long since learned

back out of his drawer, sinking down into his chair and fiddling with a million and one

mind.

Mildly put off and pale, as Ryan pointed out

ability to turn off his outward emotions when inside. Inside, the ghouls and the demons were

his request. He hadn't slept much over the

to look at her face, her eyes. He needed to see her

morning, going as far as making Katrina a cup as

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rolled around, he was waiting behind his desk, his knee bouncing

be able to

nearly jump out of his seat. His gaze snapped

was a picture of perfection and Kylan's heart positively

I speak with you, Sir? Before we go over the schedule. Katrina's

note of a manila folder closed around Katrina's hands What is it, Katrina?"

to sit in front of his desk like she always did. "Here." She handed him the folder, taking care not to jostle either of

within, bound together by a singular, black

I'm happy to help train anyone you might deem acceptable. As far as

Her

like she had rehearsed this same speech countless times

the papers on his desk, his mind entirely blank apart from panic. Sheer panic. Panic and

career. Katrina continued. "Sir, are you listening to me?" Kylan's eyes shifted to Katrina's, and he frowned. They were still guarded.

mind wouldn't

Everyone leaves.

Everyone goes

knew he didn't deserve to beg

after Christmas in a week," Rylan's voice sounded choked, but there was nothing he

Katrina cleared her throat, straightening out her shoulders. "Where is Oscar, sir? A man named Bryan picked

divulge any information to her. And now, now

wanting to talk to you,"