Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss (Kylan and Katrina) novel Chapter 111

Kylan leaned back in his office chair, his fingers grazing the edge of the lighter Katrina had gifted him long ago. The memories it held were a lifeline to him—a reminder of her warmth, love, and the happiness she brought into his life. As he flicked it open and shut, the rhythm soothed his frayed nerves, though it couldn't completely push away the lingering tension from his workload.

He pulled out a cigarette and put it against his lips. He jumped when he felt arms around his shoulders, then a familiar hand grabbed his cigarette. He hummed and said her name as her hand ran down his chest. “When did you get here? I didn’t see you come in.”

Katrina walked around in a tight dress and sat on his lap. “Naughty husband for not noticing his wife.”

“I’m sorry.”

Katrina smirked with her red lips, then looked at the cigarette between her fingers. “Smoking again? I thought you quit?”

He took it from her, then put it out. “Sorry, I was just a little stressed out.”

She tangled her fingers in the back of his hair and leaned closer. “I can get rid of your stress.”

He smirked. “Oh yeah?”

Katrina nodded, then kissed him. “You know I can always get rid of your stress.”

He nipped her lip, then deepened the kiss as his hands began to venture on her body. He frowned when her body started changing, and her hair felt different too. He pulled away and his eyes widened as he locked eyes with Isabella. He shoved her off and flew backward out of his chair. “What the f**k? Where’s my wife?”

Isabella giggled and crawled closer. “What are you talking about honey? I am your wife.”

Kylan opened his eyes and looked around his office in frantic. He shook his head, then sat up at his desk panting. He ruffled his hair.

“A dream?” He put his head in his hands, feeling terrible as he thought about how he dreamed of another woman and not his wife.

A knock on the door broke his reverie. He barely had time to look up before Isabella stepped in, her face polite but carrying a hint of hesitation.

"Tea, Sir," she said softly, placing the tray on his desk.

"Thanks," Kylan muttered, taking the cup. As the aroma wafted up, a small smile tugged at his lips. Katrina taught her how to make it just right. Always leaving her mark, huh?

Isabella hovered by the door, shifting slightly. "Are you feeling alright? You seem... distracted."

"I'm fine," Kylan replied curtly, not looking up. “I need to get back to work, so I’ll see you later. Don’t let anyone disturb me.”

Isabella hesitated but nodded, retreating quietly. She sat at her table and sighed. “I worry about him so much.”

Meanwhile, outside, Katrina stepped out of the lift, brimming with excitement. Today was going to be special—a little surprise for the man she adored. Her day had started perfectly, with Clarence safely tucked away with her abuelo, and now Katrina had time to focus on Kylan. She smoothed her coat and adjusted her scarf as she greeted Ryan, Kylan's CFO and best friend, who looked up from his files with a warm smile.

"Morning, Mrs. Ross," he greeted.

"Morning!" Katrina chimed. "Thought I'd surprise Kylan. He's been so busy lately; he deserves a little break."

Ryan chuckled, his admiration evident. "He talked about you constantly, you know. It’s always, 'My wife did this,' or 'She said that.' It’s endearing."

Katrina felt her cheeks flush. "He’s too sweet. I just worry sometimes. After having Clarence, I—"

"Stop right there," Ryan interrupted with a laugh. "Kylan worships the ground you walk on. I don’t think there’s anything in this world that could change that."

Her heart swelled at his reassurance, and she smiled at him. “If we think about it, I will always be thankful to you and Max. Because of you, two, we wouldn’t be together.”

Ryan smiled back as he shook his head. “Our goal was to save the company. It was always the two of you.”

Katrina laughed and waved goodbye as she continued to Kylan’s office. But when she arrived, Isabella blocked her path, her face taut with urgency.

"You can’t go in," she said, her voice tight.

She frowned. "Why not?"

"He’s out on business," she lied smoothly, her eyes darting away.

Disappointment flickered across her face, but Katrina didn’t press further. "Alright, thanks. Tell him I stopped by."

Isabella’s smile was strained as she watched Katrina leave.

Kylan had thought he heard her soothing voice, so he leaned out his office door and looked around, but he couldn’t see anyone or Isabella. He sighed, then went back to his office. “I swore I heard her.”

Katrina pouted in the lift because she really wished she could have seen Kylan. So, Katrina texted him saying she hoped his meeting was going well and she popped around his office to take him on a date. Katrina jumped when Kylan called her right away. “Hey, Kylan. You okay?”

“You came to my office?”

Katrina nodded. “Yeah, I did, Isabella said that you were out on business. Was going to ask you on a date to a café too.”

“Where are you now?”

Katrina looked up at his building. “Just walked out of your office building, why?”

“Well, I’m in my office.”

Katrina frowned. “What?”

“Yeah, I’m in. Tch, I told Isabella for no one to disturb me.” He ruffled his hair. “Might be my fault… hold on, I’m coming to you.”

Katrina furrowed her eyebrows. “Okay.”

Inside, Isabella released a breath as she returned to her desk, unaware that Kylan had already called his wife. He stepped out of his office, his sharp eyes scanning the area.

"Isabella?"

She jumped, spinning around. "Sir?"

"You told my wife I wasn’t here?" His tone was clipped, his gaze icy.

"I—I thought you didn’t want to be disturbed," she stammered.

Kylan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "My wife is always an exception. Next time, let her in."

"Yes, Sir," she murmured, her cheeks burning.

Without another word, Kylan grabbed his coat and headed for the lift. He moved past his employees as he strode through the lobby, not even listening to an employee calling his name. All that mattered was finding Katrina.

When he spotted her standing outside, fiddling with her phone, he felt his chest tighten. The cold air kissed her cheeks, painting them a soft pink, and the coat he’d bought her fit like a dream. Unable to hold back, he ran up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.