Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Walking behind the pair of them as Kylan showed Nishel Titan Enterprises, was nothing short of humiliating agony Were Kylan actually her husband. Katrina could imagine how much it seemed like he didn't care about her. Not with the way Nishel had her hand practically groping the bottom of Kylan's back.

"The f*ck is this shit?" / Aaron hissed from next to her She looked up at her best friend, finding he was staring at Nishel and Kylan with a pointed glare. "It's nothing, Aaron. It's fine. I'm sure he's just trying to be polite," she whispered back to him, not fully believing the words as she said them.

"He's being a dick, Kate. I know things have been weird between you since Portland, but this is disrespectful. Letsay something to hum, please. 1 don't give a f*ck if he firesbecause of it." Aaron sounded like he did mean what he was saying, and she would be lying if she didn't think about taking him up on his offer.

"It's fine, Aaron. Really. It's fine." she murmured to him, turning down another row of machines behind Rylan and Nishel "Gardner, up here with me. Nishel has squestions," Kylan barked back at Aaron.

Aaron sighed but then listened to their boss She watched the three of them walk, feeling entirely alone as she did.

-0-0-0- Oscar drove them to the French restaurant that Kylan had taken her to at the beginning of the contract. She ignored the way he stared at her in the rearview mirror periodically.

Kylan wasn't sitting next to her in the SUV, instead, he was next to Nishel whilst she sat by Aaron. She was in the row behind them, watching as Nishel sat far too close to Rylan. Watching as she openly flirted with him. Watching as she put an arm around the back of his seat, and he didn't push it away.

She felt sick to her stomach. Dizzy. So dizzy and untethered.

Aaron leaned forward without warning and sneezed directly onto Nishel's arm. She stared at him, her eyes wide and her mouth open in shock.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. Gotta be winter allergies. Terribly sorry, Miss. And so sorry, Sir." Aaron feigned innocence, but she knew he had done it all on purpose.

In worked, though. Nishel withdrew her arm with a disgusted glance back at Aaron. Kylan also made sure Aaron saw his own disdain, but Aaron merely smiled at him sheepishly.

And then Aaron put his hand on her knee and squeezed lightly. She put her hand over his for a moment and squeezed back It was nice to know someone was thinking of her. Even if it wasn't the person who should have been taking her feelings into consideration in the first place.

Kylan didn't sit by her side at lunch, either. Instead, he sat across from her and let Aaron sit next to her once more. She ordered a bowl of soup and Kylan didn't a glass of water, hardly having the stomach for anything more.

She listened to Nishel talk about herself too much, the Nightfall too much, and Kylan too.

much.

"Tell me, Katrina.. How is it being married to New York City's most eligible billionaire! He's fantastic in bed, isn't he? I myself couldn't walk for two-days after our night together." Nishel was staring at her, her blue eyes bright and glinting in the low lighting of the restaurant She felt so small. So small and unimportant. Especially when Kylan still did nothing to stop her from talking to her like she was "He's. He's exactly as you would expect him to be in a relationship. Cold Aloof. Arrogant." She shouldn't be saying any of it. She should be praising him. "He's full of surprises, Kylan Ross. One minute his tongue is down your throat and then the next, he won't look at you. You know? It's quite the game, really. Quite the experience. But I'm certain you know all about his bedroom antics, don't you, Nishelf" She ignored the way Kylan was finally looking at her, only to glare at het now.

Nishel merely smirked at her, leaning forward to see her more fully. "My, my, Kylan, I can see your desire for feisty women hasn't changed since we slept together, she drawled.

She clenched her jaw, willing herself to remain calm. To not unleash a month's worth of frustration on this pathetically desperate woman.

-That's enough, Nishel," Kylan deadpanned.

She turned her gaze to his, startled when he looked back at her for the first tin a month. He was frowning, his grey eyes completely unreadable "Oh, thank you, Sir Thank you for speaking up on my behalf" Her tone was clipped and crisp, all pretenses were thrown out the damn window. "If Chapter 33 you'll excuse me. I'll be in the car.

She wiped her mouth with a napkin and then stood from the table grabbing her briefcase and jacket.

Aaron made to stand too, but she shook her head. "Enjoy your lunch," she instructed him briskly With that, she left the restaurant, making herself stare straight ahead and not back at the man who was playing her heart like a fiddle.

-0-0-0- The drive to headquarters was riddled with unspoken tension. Tension from Kylan, from Nishel, and from her best friend next to her.

Once back at Ross Corp, she followed both Mishel and Kylan up to his offer. Aaron took his leave along the way, quietly promising her he would cover that night She e sat in her chair, watching silently as Nishel walked around Kylan's desk and stood near where he was situated in his own seat.

"If you don't mind filling out these questions and enuiling them to me, I'll have the article done by the end of the week. Nishel rested a hand on Kylan's shoulder, seemingly not caring that Katrina was still around. She stranghaened up and cleared her throat, smoothing down her dress. "Do you still have my number, Kylan?" she asked him with feigned innocence, Her mouth dropped open, staring at this.. This woman practically openly propositioned her husband. Because to her, that's what he was to her Kylan's jaw clenched, his gaze faxed on his desk. "I do not be responded, his voice low and careful.

Nishel smiled, reaching into her bag, and withdrawing what looked to be a business card. She placed it on Rylan's desk and then leaned down near his ear. "For later, if you want," she whispered.

She stood and directed her smile at her. "A bit of advice for you, Katrina. A man like Kylan Ross is far out of your league. You're an a But I do hope you perform your wifely duties at home" assistant, boney.

She watched as Nishel left the room, completely unable to say anything to her. Katrina blinked, her mouth open, her brows furrowed She let her talk to her like that. Kylan let her.

"Katrina." Kylan's voice was uncharacteristically quiet in front of her.

Her fists were clenched in her lap, her fingernails digging into her skin. Her heart was racing. So many feelings, so many unsaid words. All of it was swirling within her. All of it was begging to cout. To be released. To be said. "Katrina, I'm sor-" Her eyes snapped up, immediately finding Kylan's. She'd never yelled at her boss. Never talked back to him, not really. Never stood up for herself when he reprimanded her. Now though? Now she needed to She had been humiliated Degraded Disrespected. Right in front of Kylan. And he had done next to nothing to stop any of it.

"Planning on calling her number, Kylan?" she asked him, her voice a mere whisper right now. He was Kylan right now. Not her boss. Not her superior, Just kylan.

"Why the f*ck would I do that?" Kylan asked as if it should be obvious It was anything but, not after his behavior or lack thereof. She heard herself laugh sarcastically. "Why the f*ck would you do that? Why the f*ck would you do that! She was hanging on you all day! You didn't push her away one single time." Her voice was steadily gaining in volume, but it felt like an avalanche was cascading in her mind. In her heart. Her soul. She was tired of pretending Kylan wasn't hurting her woman." Kylan was staring at her, his eyes ablaze in a way she hadn't seen "I needed to impress her if you didn't realize. I don't give a f*ck about that woman for a month now. "Bullshit, Kylan. Bullshit. There was no reason she needed to hang on you like that. You should have told her to stop. You should have pushed her away. You should have been holding my hand." She stood from her chair, walked around Rylan's desk, and stared down at him.

"You got upset withfor innocently sharing a bed with two of my friends. Yet you allowed that woman to touch you and caress you in wars you haven't allowedto do for a month now. You let her. You let her get close to you. Why? Why could she be close to you?" This was so much bigger than today, and they both knew that. He had to know that, surely.

Kylan rose from his chair, standing so he was nearly chest-so-chest with her now. She glared at him and took a step back.