All Chapters of The CEO's Contractual Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

OliviaHis eyes locked on mine as I approached, then dropped to take in my dress. His jaw tightened."Olivia." My name sounded like sin on his lips. "You look... delicious."Heat flooded my cheeks. "Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself.""I thought about sending a car," he said, opening the passenger door. "But I wanted to see your face when you came outside.""And what does my face tell you?" I asked, sliding into the leather seat.He leaned in, his cologne making my head swim. "That you're wondering if this is a mistake."The door closed before I could respond. I watched him walk around the front of the car, his confident stride making my pussy clench involuntarily.He slid behind the wheel and turned to me. "It's not, by the way.""What's not?""A mistake." His eyes dropped to my breasts. "That dress certainly isn't."I crossed my legs, aware of how the fabric rode up my thighs. "Where are we going?""Somewhere private." He started the car. "I thought about a restaurant, bu

OliviaWe finished our dessert in silence, the tension building with each bite. By the time the chef cleared our plates, my skin felt too tight, and every nerve ended on high alert. "Thank you, Antoine. You've outdone yourself," Alexander said, standing to shake the chef's hand. "That will be all for tonight." The chef bowed slightly. "Very good, sir. I've left everything prepared for breakfast, should you need it." The implication in those words wasn't lost on me. How many women had sat where I was sitting? How many had stayed for breakfast? After the chef left, Alexander turned to me. "Would you like a tour?" "Sure," I said, standing too quickly and feeling the wine rush to my head. "Lead the way." He showed me through the penthouse, starting with a home office with sweeping views of the city—views so mesmerizing they would surely make concentration impossible. Next was a gym that rivaled the commercial one I frequented, equipped with every machine and gadget imaginable. Then,

OliviaHis eyes narrowed. "You think you know me based on what? One rescue and a dinner?" "I know that someone who truly believed love was meaningless wouldn't care so much about protecting himself from it." Alexander's jaw tightened. For a moment, I thought I'd pushed too far. "You're an interesting woman, Olivia Morgan," he said finally. "Is that a compliment?" "An observation." His lips curved in an infuriating half-smile. I gripped the railing tighter, feeling the cool metal ground me. The city lights twinkled below us like a mirror image of the night sky, but all I could focus on was the heat radiating from Alexander's body. "I want to ask you two things," I said, turning to face him fully. His eyebrows rose slightly. "I'm all ears." "First, back at the presentation, you said 'it's been a long time.' Why? We'd literally met less than a week before." Alexander leaned against the railing, his shoulder brushing mine. "Preparation. I couldn't exactly acknowledge that we'd m

OliviaI thought about the way Alexander looked at me over dinner and the intensity of his eyes during that elevator ride. My body flushed hot all over again. "I am throwing Ryan out," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "Trust me, after what he did, I have zero interest in dwelling on him. And I'll appreciate other handsome men when I'm good and ready." "Good. Because Ryan was trash and you deserve better." I heard Jake's voice in the background, followed by Emilia's muffled response. "Jake says hi," she said, coming back to the phone. "Hey, quick question – is Alexander single or married? I couldn't find much about him online." I sat up straight. "You searched about him? Why? You want to dump Jake and try your luck with Alexander?" "Oh, please," Emilia scoffed. "Jake is good. Why would I dump him? I'm just asking for general knowledge. The man's a mystery. Most CEOs have their whole life story plastered all over the internet, but there's hardly anything about his personal

OliviaMy alarm blared at 6:00 AM, jolting me awake. I fumbled for my phone, silencing it with a groan. Sunlight streamed through my thin curtains, casting a golden glow across my bedroom. In the shower, hot water cascaded over my shoulders, easing the tension I'd been carrying. I lathered shampoo into my hair, trying to focus on the day ahead rather than Alexander's proposition. Standing before my closet, I rifled through my work clothes. I pulled out a navy pencil skirt and cream blouse, then hesitated. My hands drifted to a more form-fitting burgundy dress I rarely wore. "What am I doing?" I muttered, pushing the dress aside and returning to my original choice. I selected a matching set of black lace underwear, then paused. "Why am I even thinking about this? It's just a normal workday." I slipped into the clothes quickly, applied minimal makeup, and headed to the kitchen. Instead of my usual granola bar on the go, I made a proper breakfast—scrambled eggs, toast, and sliced fr