Semua Bab The CEO's Contractual Wife: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Olivia"Like keeping your husband satisfied." His hand slid down to squeeze my ass, making me yelp. "Is that all I'm good for?" I asked, trying to sound offended despite the smile tugging at my lips. "Not at all." His voice softened unexpectedly. "You're brilliant at your job." The compliment caught me off guard. "Oh. Thank you." An awkward silence fell between us, broken only by the distant sound of helicopter blades. "Looks like our ride is here," Alexander said, standing and offering me his hand. The flight back to the house was quiet, and both of us were lost in our own thoughts. As the helicopter descended toward the landing pad, I couldn't help but wonder what awaited us back in LA. How would our dynamic change once we were no longer in this island paradise? Jackson executed a perfect landing, the rotors slowing as we touched down. Alexander helped me out, his hand lingering on my lower back as we ducked beneath the still-spinning blades. "How long until we leave?" I ask

OliviaTwo hours and several drinks later, Claire and Ariana announced they needed to leave. "Early meeting tomorrow," Claire explained, gathering her purse. "Some of us don't get to take off for tropical honeymoons." "Rub it in," Ariana grumbled good-naturedly. "I haven't had a day off in weeks." After hugs and promises to meet up again soon, they left, leaving just Emilia and me at the table. "So," she said, sipping her cocktail. "Now that the others are gone, tell me the truth. How's married life really treating you?" I traced the rim of my wine glass. "It's different from what I expected." "Good different or bad different?" "Just different." I struggled to find the right words. "Alexander is not who I thought he was." "Most men aren't," Emilia said sagely. "The question is whether the reality is better or worse than the expectation." I thought about Alexander, his intensity, his surprising moments of tenderness, the way he'd looked at me under the stars on the island. "B

OliviaI rolled my eyes, trying not to smile at Emilia's persistence. "Maybe he fell for me and can't believe I'm married now. His loss." "Oh, please," Emilia snorted into her wine glass. "That man wasn't shocked you're married. He was shocked that you married Alexander Carter. There's a difference." "What does that mean?" "It means," she leaned forward conspiratorially, "that James Westbrook has probably been researching you since the moment he met you. Men like that don't approach women randomly in bars. He knew exactly who you were, who you worked for, and now he can't believe you landed the biggest fish in the ocean before he could make his move." I considered this, swirling the last of my wine. "You think he was interested in me because I work for Alexander?" "I think he was interested in you because you're gorgeous and smart, but the Carter connection probably didn't hurt." Emilia shrugged. "Financial guys are always looking for an edge over the competition. Dating someone

OliviaI squirmed as his fingers found my already wet pussy. "Alex..." "So wet already," he growled, circling my entrance. "Such an eager little wife." He pushed one long finger inside me, making me moan. "God..." "That's not my name, but close enough." He added a second finger, stretching me deliciously. "Want more?" I nodded, unable to form words as he started pumping his fingers in and out of me. "Look at you," he said, voice rough with desire. "So fucking beautiful like this." His thumb found my clit, pressing hard circles that had me seeing stars. My hips bucked against his hand, chasing the pleasure he was giving me. "Please," I gasped, grabbing his wrist to keep his hand in place. "Tell me what you want." "More," I managed, spreading my legs wider. Alexander smiled wickedly. He added a third finger, the stretch bordering on painful in the most delicious way. I cried out, my head thrashing against the pillow as he pumped his fingers faster, deeper. "Fuck, Alex!" "T

OliviaI followed Alexander to the front of the house, my curiosity piqued. We hadn't expected visitors, especially since we'd only just arrived at the estate. The massive double doors swung open before we reached them, revealing a sleek black car parked in the circular driveway. Victoria stepped out, dressed in a tailored cream pantsuit that was undoubtedly expensive. Her hair was pulled into a perfect chignon, not a strand out of place despite the light breeze. She looked like she was heading to a board meeting rather than making a casual visit. "Alexander! Olivia!" she called, waving as she approached. Her smile was picture-perfect, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I heard you were moving in today and thought I'd stop by to see if you needed anything." Alexander stiffened beside me. "Victoria. What a surprise." "The good kind, I hope," she replied, air-kissing his cheek before turning to me. "Olivia, darling. That outfit is... practical." Her gaze swept over my jeans and sweater