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OliviaWhen the song ended, Alexander led me back toward our table, but we were intercepted by a distinguished-looking woman with silver hair. "Dr. Porter," Alexander greeted her warmly. "I'd like you to meet my wife, Olivia. Olivia, this is Dr. Emily Porter, head of the Children's Hospital Foundation." "It's a pleasure to meet you," I said, shaking her hand. "The pleasure is mine," Dr. Porter replied. "Alexander has been one of our most generous supporters. The Carter Wing has helped thousands of children." "The Carter Wing?" I looked at Alexander questioningly. Dr. Porter seemed surprised. "The pediatric research center. Alexander funded it three years ago. Surely he told you?" Alexander looked almost embarrassed. "It never came up." "Well, he's too modest," Dr. Porter continued. "The center focuses on rare childhood diseases, many of which were considered untreatable before our research." I felt a surge of admiration for Alexander. "That's incredible work." "We couldn't do

OliviaVictoria stood behind him, her smile smug. "I led several campaigns that doubled their online engagement and increased conversion rates." "Olivia is incredibly talented," Alexander added, his hand finding the small of my back. "We're lucky to have her at Carter Enterprises, regardless of our personal relationship." "How fortunate for everyone," Victoria interjected. "Though I imagine it must be difficult to navigate the professional-personal boundary. Office romances can be so... complicated." "Not when you're both adults," I replied with a pointed look at Victoria. "Communication and mutual respect make everything simpler." Mr. Preston looked between us, clearly sensing the tension. "Well, this has been enlightening. If you'll excuse me, I should find my wife before the auction closes." As he walked away, Victoria's smile faded. "Really, Olivia? 'Communication and mutual respect'? How very Hallmark card of you." "I find sincerity works better than sarcasm in most situat

AlexanderHarold wheeled himself over to our group. "What are we discussing so seriously over here?" "Valentina's absence," Julia explained. "She's at a friend's birthday party." "Good for her," Harold declared, surprising us all. "The girl works too hard. Needs to live a little." "That's rich coming from you," I said with a laugh. "Mr. Work-Is-Everything himself." Harold's eyes twinkled. "I've learned a few things in my old age. One of them is that all work and no play makes for a dull life and even duller company." He looked pointedly at me. "Something you might remember yourself, Alexander." Olivia bit back a smile. "I believe I'm balancing things better these days," I replied. "Yes, marriage seems to agree with you," Harold observed, his shrewd eyes missing nothing. "You look happier than I've seen you in years." I glanced down at Olivia, who was fighting a smile at my grandfather's comment. "It does," I agreed, surprising myself with how genuine the words felt. "Olivia ha

AlexanderOur bodies pressed together, skin to skin, and I groaned at the contact. Her nipples brushed against my chest, sending sparks of electricity through me. I kissed my way down her neck, across her collarbone, back to her breasts. "Your tits are fucking perfect," I murmured, my fingers expertly cupping both of her beautiful breasts in my hands. I could feel her breath hitch in her throat as I gently squeezed, eliciting a quiet sigh of pleasure from her lips. Encouraged by her reaction, I leaned down, flicking my tongue teasingly across one of her hardened nipples, tasting the sweetness of her skin and delighting in the way she responded to my touch. My hand had slipped between her legs, finding her already wet. I ran my finger along her slit, gathering moisture before circling her clit. "You're so wet," I whispered, continuing to play with her breast with my other hand. "Alex, please," she moaned, hips rising to meet my touch. I slid one finger inside her, feeling her wal

OliviaI wrapped my fingers around the oversized coffee mug on my desk, inhaling the rich aroma that promised to jumpstart my brain. The Thompson Hotels project file lay open before me, pages of market research and competitor analysis spread across my desk in organized chaos. Two weeks into my new role as Senior Marketing Strategist, I was finally finding my rhythm.My office phone buzzed, and Dylan's voice came through the speaker. "Mrs. Carter, I've compiled the demographic reports you requested for Thompson. Also, this is a reminder that we have a site visit scheduled for 11 a.m."I pressed the intercom button. "Thanks, Dylan. I'll be ready to leave in twenty minutes."I turned back to my notes, scribbling additional ideas for the Thompson rebrand. The luxury hotel chain had been losing market share to trendier boutique hotels that better captured the attention of younger travelers. Our job was to help them reclaim their position without alienating their loyal customer base.A soft