Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 124

Chapter 124

Kylan felt incredible-better than incredible-because just a few days ago, when Katrina had been upset about her weight, they had talked it out. He'd reassured her and made her feel beautiful again. Since then, they'd spent many intimate moments together-kissing, touching, and connecting in ways that left him utterly fulfilled. He was happy because she was happy. He was madly in love with her, and she was the most important person in his world.

Lately, she was always on his mind, but it had become overwhelming. He kept thinking of her of her body beneath him, on him, against him. He wanted her in every way imaginable, but that desire came with complications. Kylan glanced down at himself, noticing his growing issue. Tch, damn it. He discreetly shifted under the desk, just in case Isabella came in. He didn't need her seeing him like this.

"Sir?" The sound of Isabella's voice startled him. His head shot up to find her standing at the door. "I have some documents for you."

Kylan gulped, attempting to keep his voice steady. "Just leave them on my desk."

Isabella walked over, swaying her hips deliberately, hoping to catch his attention. But Kylan's focus was locked onto his work, or rather, the pictures of Katrina he had open on his phone. Isabella placed the papers down, leaning slightly closer. "Everything alright, Sir?" He nodded curtly, then handed her his phone. "Can you check something for me? I'm not sure if I have the correct contact information saved."

She accepted the phone and tried to unlock it but quickly realized she couldn't. "I'm sorry, Sir. I don't know the password."

Kylan sighed, disappointed. For a moment, he'd wondered if Isabella was behind the strange texts he'd received earlier. He retrieved his phone. "Don't worry about it. I'll handle it myself."

She bowed slightly. "Understood. Is there anything else I can help with?"

As she began circling the desk, Kylan panicked. "No!" His sharp tone made her jump. He cleared his throat. "I mean, no. I'm fine. I don't need anything."

She frowned, eyeing him. "Are you sure? You look a little flushed."

"It's just warm in here," he replied quickly, shrugging off his blazer. "I've got a lot of work to do."

She sighed in defeat. "Alright. I'll be at my desk if you need me."

"Thank you." He waited until she left, then groaned quietly, tugging at his trousers in frustration. Damn it, calm down. He shook his head, determined to get back to work.

Meanwhile, Katrina was making her way to his office. She was blushing slightly, nervous about what she was about to do. Dressed in a long coat cinched at the waist, with her hair styled, makeup perfect, and heels clicking against the floor, she took a deep breath to steady herself. No turning back now, she thought, stepping out of the elevator and smiling at Isabella.

"Afternoon, Isabella."

Isabella's eyes widened in surprise. "Mrs. Ross, hello." Her gaze flickered over Katrina, thinly veiling her distaste. Why does she always look so good? she thought bitterly. "Can I take your coat?"

Katrina shook her head, still blushing. "No, thank you. I'm just here to see Kylan. It's work-related, so I might be a while."

Isabella smiled tightly. "Of course. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you," Katrina replied warmly. As she walked toward Kylan's office, Isabella's eyes caught a glimpse of stockings beneath the coat. Suspicious, she thought, narrowing her gaze. Katrina closed the office door behind her and locked it.

"Isabella, no," Kylan groaned, not bothering to look up.

Katrina hummed teasingly. "Not her."

His head snapped up, and a grin spread across his face as he leaned back in his chair. "Well, hello there, beautiful."

She walked toward him slowly. "Hello. I have a surprise for you."

interest piqued, and

and tugged at the tie on her coat.

out, pulling the tie

buttons of

As the coat opened, revealing skin and

her shoulders and let it drop to the floor before giving him

trying to compose himself. "I-uh-wow. I don't even know

front of him and placing her hands on his thighs. "I noticed you seem

gulped, his cheeks reddening. "I was...thinking about you

know I'm on your mind." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Let me help

want me to stop, okay?" Kylan nodded, his pulse racing as Katrina began unbuttoning his shirt. She teased him with soft touches and kisses, completely oblivious to Isabella spying through the keyhole, her face burning with jealousy. Katrina kissed Kylan, then moved her hand up and down on him slowly. She nipped his lip, and then deepened the kiss, taking full control into

had left Kylan breathless. She cleaned him up

I'm like. Once is

smiled and tucked him away, then she zipped him up and did his belt.

surprise. You look incredible. What you just did... well, I wasn't expecting it, but it was amazing. Then again, you know how I am." Katrina giggled,

I will," he murmured, his gaze traveling appreciatively over her. "Every single inch of you. So... are you wearing

a playful glint in her

paths along her sides.

her lips lingering on his. "Anyway, sugar, I have to pick up Clarence from her play date with

her on her feet with

coat, pausing

closet, pulling out an old dress

the fabric. "Why do you even have a spare dress of mine

the way your clothes smell, and I don't spill things on myself. The one time it happened,

"Alright, sweetheart." She crossed

her up again, making her laugh as her coat dropped to the floor.

right here. You're not going anywhere, understand?" He hugged her tightly. "We'll go together to get Clarence, okay?" Katrina sighed, her lips curving into a small smile. "Yeah, okay." She nestled her head into the crook of his neck, returning his

"I do."

you work? Are you

kiss to her forehead. "I can." His voice softened. "I

tightening around him.

stepped back

the

blissful expression on his face when he let go... it was intoxicating. She envied Katrina deeply. She couldn't stand that Katrina got to experience that with him,

should be her.

so much," Isabella let herself believe those words were meant for her. She convinced herself they were. After all, wasn't it obvious? She thought back to the way he'd tried to hide his reaction when she'd visited earlier-surely that was proof he was thinking of her.

held each other. Neither of them knew that just beyond the door stood a woman consumed by a dangerous obsession, her

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sitting at at his desk, papers and reports scattered before him, his brow furrowed as he reviewed the latest figures. He had been at it for hours, the weight of the numbers pressing down

her face. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant suit, her presence a calming contrast to the chaotic

setting aside

wanted to stay there for a while,

a half-smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "That's an understatement. These numbers don't add up the way I

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