“Oh, look at that.”
Isabella jumped from where she was standing before she whirled around to see Aaron standing behind her with one of his eyebrows raised. She quickly put down her desk calendar on her table. “What are you doing here?”
“Kylan wanted to ask you what took you so long, so I volunteered to come here.”
Isabella frowned. So Kylan wanted to check on her and yet this stupid friend of Katrina wanted to ruin their moment together? “I had already called all the heads. Happy?”
Aaron smiled. “Kylan would be.”
Isabella blushed as she thought of Kylan being happy she did her job. Aaron noticed this and his smile turned to a sarcastic one.
“Well, isn’t this interesting,” he said, his tone sharp enough to make Isabella flinch again. “You are hovering around a married man, Ms. Stone. Do your job as required and don’t make things complicated.”
Isabella’s cheeks flushed. “I-I... I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She quickly excused herself, walking away with brisk, irritated steps. Aaron watched her retreat before stepping back into Kylan’s conference room.
“What’s going on with your assistant?” Aaron asked as he sat on Kylan’s left side. The right side was always Ryan’s seat, everyone knew that.
Kylan sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Isabella? She’s a bit… overeager. It’s harmless.”
Aaron crossed his arms. “You sure about that? Because from where I was standing, it looked like she was trying to keep you here longer than necessary.”
Kylan frowned. “It’s her job to assist me. Sometimes that means working late.”
Aaron shook his head. “Don’t be naïve, Kylan. I’ve known people like her. You, too. She’s not just working late to help you; she’s deliberately stretching out your tasks. She’s trying to keep you here, away from Katrina and Clarence. And let me guess, she’s been finding excuses to hang around your office?”
Kylan hesitated before nodding slowly. “She does offer to stay late a lot. But it’s professional—she hasn’t crossed any boundaries.”
Aaron groaned in frustration. “Kylan, that’s exactly her strategy. She’s playing the long game, trying to make herself indispensable while creating distance between you and your family. I don’t think she’s harmless at all.”
Kylan’s jaw tightened as Aaron’s words sank in. He thought back to the past few weeks—Isabella’s constant offers to take on tasks that Katrina could have handled in half the time, her unnecessary small talk, her casual touches on his arm when she handed him papers.
He also remembered Katrina re-scheduling everything so he wouldn’t work overtime which was only possible if some of those works weren’t needed on the spot.
“You’re saying she’s doing this on purpose?” Kylan asked, his voice low.
“I’m saying you need to open your eyes,” Aaron replied. “Katrina deserves better than this, and so do you. You’re a family man, Kylan. Don’t let someone like Isabella manipulate you into forgetting that.”
Kylan nodded, his expression darkening. “I’ll handle it. Thank you for telling me, Aaron.”
Aaron clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re welcome. And if you need me, I’ve got your back. But do yourself a favor—go home tonight. Spend time with Katrina and Clarence. Don’t let this assistant or anyone else come between you and your family.”
Kylan smiled faintly. “I won’t.”
~O~O~O~
Kylan kissed Katrina’s cheek as he slipped out of bed after wearing her out. He went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up, and came back to find her still lying in the same spot. Her hair was a delightful mess, her face bare of makeup, and her expression soft with post-sleepy contentment. To him, she was perfect.
He paused, leaning against the doorframe, taking in the sight of her. Guilt tugged at him slightly—he had been rough this morning, but he couldn’t help it. A dream about her had ignited something primal in him, and he woke up wanting her so badly. Judging by her contented smile now, she didn’t seem to mind one bit.
Kylan rolled her onto her back and reached for a clean pair of underwear and a crisp shirt. “There, all better. Are you okay, sweetheart?”
Katrina hummed, her lips curling into a small smile. “Perfect. Just wish you didn’t have work and could stay here to cuddle me.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Kylan played with her hair, twirling soft strands around his fingers. “I know, but I’ll try to come home early, okay?”
Katrina sat up, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Okay. I’ll miss you.”
Kylan hugged her tightly. “I’ll miss you too.”
She tilted her head up, a playful glint in her eyes. “Oh, can you wear a waistcoat today? You look so sexy in one.”
He laughed and kissed her gently. “For you? Of course.”
He got up and pulled on a pair of tailored trousers, a belt, and a freshly ironed shirt. As he worked, Katrina leaned on her elbow, watching him with a soft smile.
“You’re staring at me,” he teased, buttoning his shirt.
“Guilty. I like watching you dress almost as much as I like watching you undress.”
Kylan chuckled, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. He grabbed a dark waistcoat and slipped it on, smoothing it down. “How do I look?”
“Gorgeous,” Katrina said, unabashed.
Just then, the sound of little feet pattering down the hallway reached them. Clarence appeared in the doorway, her curls bouncing as she rubbed her sleepy eyes. “Daddy! Mommy!”
Kylan scooped her up, lifting her high in the air. “Hey, my little princess. Did you sleep well?”
Clarence nodded and reached for Katrina. “Mommy, cuddle.”
Katrina smiled, taking Clarence from Kylan’s arms. “Of course, sweetie. Come here.”
Clarence snuggled into Katrina’s chest, but then she turned to Kylan, reaching out with a small hand. “Daddy hug!”
Katrina smoothed Clarence’s curls. “Daddy has to go to work, darling.”
Clarence’s lips wobbled, and her little voice grew insistent. “Daddy hug!”
Kylan sat back on the bed, pulling Clarence into his arms. He kissed her forehead and spoke softly. “I love you so much, Clarence. You know that, right? I need you to look after your mommy today for me. Can you do that?”
Clarence nodded solemnly. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” Kylan said, holding her close. “When I come home, we’ll cuddle and play, and we’ll both look after mommy together.”
Clarence clapped her tiny hands. “Mommy!”
“That’s right.” Kylan kissed her cheek and passed her back to Katrina. “Now, you two need to get some more sleep, okay?”
Katrina nodded, tucking Clarence into the blankets beside her. “We’ll nap for a bit. Have a good day at work, love.”
Kylan smiled as he stood, buttoning his waistcoat and grabbing his jacket. At the door, he turned back to the sight of Katrina and Clarence snuggling in bed. “I love you both.”
“Love you too,” Katrina whispered, blowing him a kiss.
After Kylan left, Katrina woke up later to find Clarence clinging to her tightly, her small arms wrapped around her like a tiny version of Kylan. Smiling, Katrina stretched. “Morning, Clarence.”
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Why doesn't he goto a psychologist and get better and end happily quicker...
This kylan is the epitome of so fffed up is unbearable to read goes on and on...