Semua Bab The CEO's Contractual Wife: Bab 161 - Bab 169

OliviaPenelope's smile tightened almost imperceptibly. "We go where the exciting opportunities are. And the Thompson brand is..." she paused, her eyes sliding to Alexander, "...ripe for revitalization." "That's precisely what we demonstrated in our presentation," I replied. "A revitalization that honors the Thompson legacy while appealing to a new generation of luxury travelers." "A lovely sentiment," Penelope said dismissively. "But sentiment doesn't drive revenue." "Actually, in the luxury market, sentiment is exactly what drives revenue," I countered, keeping my tone professional despite my rising irritation. "Emotional connection to the brand is what justifies the premium pricing." Alexander shifted slightly beside me, his leg pressing against mine in what felt like silent approval. "That's one approach," Penelope conceded with a wave of her manicured hand. "But our research indicates a more aggressive repositioning would yield faster results." "At what cost?" I asked. "Ali

OliviaThe sports car roared to life, its engine growling aggressively as Penelope peeled away from the curb, nearly clipping another vehicle in her dramatic exit. "That was quite the performance," I muttered, still staring at the headline on my phone. The article featured not just unflattering photos but direct quotes from "sources close to the couple" describing me as a calculating social climber who had strategically positioned myself to catch Alexander's eye. "This is absolute garbage journalism. Not a single fact-checked statement in the entire piece." "Do you think Penelope could be behind this?" I asked, watching his reaction carefully. "The timing seems suspicious." "It's possible," he replied, starting the car. "But let's not jump to conclusions." I chewed my lip, considering the possibilities. "What about Victoria?" Alexander pulled smoothly into traffic, his expression hardening. "Victoria certainly has the connections. And she's never been shy about using them." "Th

OliviaAfter signing the check, Alexander stood and pulled out my chair. His hand found the small of my back as we navigated through the restaurant, and I was acutely aware of the warmth of his touch through the thin fabric of my dress. Outside, the valet promptly brought Alexander's car around. The cool night air was a refreshing change from the restaurant's warmth, and I took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of night-blooming jasmine from nearby planters. "Successful evening?" Alexander asked as we settled into the car. "Very. I think we showed whoever was watching that we're completely unbothered by their petty gossip." "And we ate extremely well in the process." "A win-win situation." As we drove through the quiet streets of Beverly Hills, I found myself reflecting on the day, from the triumph of securing the Thompson Hotels account to the unexpected confrontation with Penelope and the nasty gossip article. "Alexander?" "Hmm?" "Thank you for handling the legal side of th

OliviaI could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against my hip, and without thinking, my hand slid down to cup him through his pajama bottoms. "Fuck," he hissed against my neck as I found him rock hard beneath the thin fabric. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and demanding. I kissed him back just as fiercely, my fingers tangling in his hair as our tongues battled for dominance. His hands roamed my body, one cupping my breast through the silk while the other gripped my ass, pulling me against him. I moaned into his mouth when his thumb found my nipple through the thin fabric, circling it until it hardened into a tight peak. The silk provided barely any barrier, and I could feel every caress as if he were touching my bare skin. "This fucking nightgown," he growled against my lips. "I've been thinking about tearing it off." "Then why don't you?" I challenged, my own hands growing bolder as I slipped them inside his pajama bottoms. My fingers wrapped around his cock. He

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 about feeling his body completely spent on mine. "Jesus," he mumbled against my skin, pressing lazy kisses to my shoulder. "That was incredible." "Mmm," I agreed, too blissed out to form proper words. Alexander rolled off me, disposing of the condom before pulling me against his chest. His heartbeat thundered under my ear, gradually slowing as we both caught our breath. "Your ass is going to have my handprints on it tomorrow," he said with unmistakable pride. I shifted, feeling the pleasant sting on my backside. "I'll have to wear pants to the office." "Or you could just stay naked all day here with me." "Some of us have actual work to do," I teased, poking his ribs. "Not everyone can de