Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Aaron, stop. I'm not drinking that one. Her head felt like it was full of cotton balls, her ears ringing and her eyes watering when she laughed and pushed her best friend away from her.

"Oh, come on, don't be a party pooper, Kate Jean tried to force the shot glass into her hand for the third time, but she still refused it.

"Aaron, be nice to her. Just because she's completely off her rocker and marrying our boss, of all people, doesn't mean she needs to be totally shit faced a few days before her wedding" Harry took the shot glass for himself, downing the clear liquid inside with a heavy wince

She smiled at him gratefully, sitting back in her seat to look at the small group gathered around her.

This was her bachelorette party, of sorts. They were in a small bar in the middle of Feilding, New Zealand. She had three days left of being Katrina Morgan. Three days until she walk down an aisle and meet Kylan at the end of it What a fever dream. What a good dream

Aaron and Maine came to support her, as well as Harry and even Max. Ryan and Oscar were out with Kylan, attempting to get him to let loose for oner. Kylan had been a bit of a wreck, over the last week. Nerves were getting to him, aruf he had spent more than a few hours on the phone with has therapist to help him work through his feelings..

They weren't about her, so he promised her. He never doubted his love or commitment to her. It was purely his own trauma, his own self-hatred that will made him believe he didn't deserve this level of happiness.

gave

him space when he needed it. She comforted him when he needed it. Her relationship was a well-oiled machine, at this point. She knew every quirk, she memorized every look, and she took care of each other in turn. She only hoped that Ryan and Oscar were h having at least some luck, but she couldn't help but laugh at the mental image of Kylan completely miserable in one of the most beautiful cities in the world.

nursed a water that Max ordered for her, thankful that her friends were here. That they wanted to be here. That they wanted to support she, even if they thought she were

who was

who never smiled

did smile, even if only to her. He did laugh, even if

hard with her friends that her sides hurt pleasantly, she couldn't help but smile.

the Kylan she knew! He was her

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followed by more shifting,

notebook strewn across her lap, resting her back against the headboard on the bed behind her. She bit her tongue

was wearing her favorite pair of black sweatpants, along with his glasses, and nothing else. In the dim glow of the lamp on the bedside table nest to her,

break?" she offered, patting the empty

bit of his bangs falling in front of the lenses of his glasses. "No. I only have a few lines written. I can't afford to

before pushing the duvet off her legs so she could get

to h

ham.

sweetly, but firmly, and he looked at her with a

Lon has face

beneath his glasses while balancing his favorite pen between his fingers. "If you were still my assistant,