Mag-log inOliviaAlexander stood near the helm, speaking with Captain Reynolds about something I couldn't hear. The afternoon sun caught his profile, highlighting the strong line of his jaw. I walked to the railing, gripping the polished chrome as the yacht began moving. We glided out of the marina smoothly, the water parting in gentle waves around the bow. Other boats bobbed in their slips as we passed, their owners waving from their decks. The motion was surprisingly smooth for such a large vessel. I'd expected more rocking, more sense of movement, but the yacht cut through the water like butter. "Champagne?" Alexander appeared beside me, two flutes in hand. "Since when did we have champagne ready?" "Captain Reynolds is thorough." He handed me a glass, the bubbles catching the light. "He knows what I like." I accepted the flute and took a small sip. The champagne was cold and crisp, probably expensive beyond belief. "This is incredible." "Just wait until we're in open water." He gestur
OliviaWe hit a few more balls before Alexander glanced at his watch. "We should probably head out soon. It's almost noon." "Already?" I looked around, surprised to see the range had filled up while we practiced. "Time flew." "Always does when you're having fun." He started gathering our clubs. "There's a place near here that makes incredible burgers." We returned the clubs to the pro shop, where the attendant complimented my improvement. "She's a natural," Alexander said. "Hardly." But I couldn't help smiling. In the parking lot, Alexander opened the car door but didn't step back. "You did great today." "Thanks for teaching me. Even if you were thoroughly distracting the entire time." "Me? Distracting?" His hand found my waist. "I was the picture of professionalism." "Your hands were all over me." "Teaching proper form," he defended. "Completely innocent." "Nothing about you is innocent." "True." He leaned in, his lips brushing mine. "Especially not what I'm thinking righ
OliviaFor the next twenty minutes, I hacked away at golf balls with varying degrees of success. Most of my shots were terrible, but occasionally I'd connect cleanly, and the ball would actually fly in something resembling the right direction. "There!" Alexander said when one of my shots sailed straight down the range. "That's what you're aiming for." "Beginner's luck." "Skill," he corrected. "You're getting the hang of it." I lowered the club, my arms already aching. "This is harder than it looks." "Most things are." He picked up his own club, a driver that looked massive compared to my iron. "Want to see how it's actually done?" "Show off all you want." He teed up a ball and took his stance, his movements precise and practiced. The club came back in a smooth arc, paused for a fraction of a second at the top, then whipped down through the ball. The sound of contact was clean and solid, completely different from my pathetic attempts. The ball rocketed down the range, sailing h
Olivia"Your grandfather knows about the contract," I repeated, keeping my voice casual. "Has known since the day we signed it." "How?" His jaw clenched. "How the hell does he know?" I shrugged, taking another sip of water. The cold liquid felt good against my suddenly dry throat. "He didn't explain the mechanics. Just said he knew. That he'd been watching to see if we'd actually stay together." Alexander set his coffee down. "And Victoria has a copy." "Actually," I leaned forward, "your grandfather didn't seem angry. More like... curious? He said he doesn't care how we got into the marriage. Just whether we'll stay in it." Alexander blinked. "He said that?" "His exact words were that he's waiting to see if what started as business becomes something real." "So he knew all along and just... let us play this out?" "Apparently. He also said I wouldn't have signed the contract if I didn't already like you." "He said that?" "Yep. Pretty much called me too smart to marry someone I
OliviaHarold finished his coffee and set the cup down with deliberate precision. "Well, aren't you going to play? Or did you just come here to watch an old man drink coffee?" "Actually, I was thinking of showing Olivia the course," Alexander replied. "She's never played before." Harold's eyebrows shot up. "Never? How'd you two get this far without discovering that?" "We've been... busy with other things," Alexander said. I felt heat creep up my neck at the implication in his tone. Harold chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. "Well, better late than never. Alex, show her the basics. I'm heading out anyway." He glanced at his watch. "Got a regular checkup this afternoon. Doctor's orders." "You feeling okay?" I asked, concerned. "Just routine maintenance." He waved off my worry. "When you get to be my age, they like to poke and prod you every few months to make sure all the parts are still working." "Smart to keep up with it," I said. Harold nodded, then fixed me with that sh
OliviaSunday morning arrived with Alexander already awake, scrolling through his phone in bed beside me. The early light filtering through the curtains cast soft shadows across his bare chest. "What time is it?" I mumbled, still half asleep. "Eight. We should get moving." "Moving where?" I rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. "Golf club. Grandfather wants to see us." He set his phone down, his hand sliding up my spine. "Come on. Up." "Can't we just stay here?" My words came out muffled against the pillow. "No." His fingers traced patterns on my back. "He specifically requested we both come." I groaned but sat up, the sheet falling to my waist. Alexander's eyes darkened immediately, his gaze dropping to my bare breasts. "Don't look at me like that," I warned. "You just said we need to get moving." "Can't help it." His hand cupped my breast, thumb brushing across my nipple. "You're beautiful in the morning." Heat pooled between my thighs despite my exhaustion. "Alex...
OliviaHis weight collapsed on top of me, his breath coming in harsh pants against my neck. The room smelled of sex and sweat, our bodies slick where they pressed together. I ran my fingers through his damp hair, enjoying the heavy weight of him on me. There was something primal and satisfying abo
OliviaAfter my second glass of wine, I found myself stifling a yawn. The adrenaline from the confrontation with Ryan had worn off, leaving exhaustion in its wake. "Getting sleepy there, Liv?" Emilia asked, noticing my struggle to stay engaged. "Just been a long day," I admitted, checking the tim
OliviaA server approached with a tray of coffee and pastries, momentarily pausing our conversation. I used the interruption to gather my thoughts, acutely aware that this initial meeting could set the tone for the entire project."Tell me, Mrs. Carter," Thompson said after taking a sip of his coff
Alexander"Are you okay?" I asked, brushing hair from her face. Her pupils were blown wide, and her lips parted as she panted softly. "Yes," she nodded, experimentally rolling her hips. I groaned at the movement, my fingers digging into her hips. "Start moving, Liv. Show me how that pussy works."







