All Chapters of The CEO's Contractual Wife: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

OliviaI lifted my hips to help him slide them down, leaving me in just my bra and panties. Alexander took a step back, his eyes raking over me with unmistakable hunger. I reached for his belt, but his hands caught my wrists, pinning them to the dresser beside my hips. "Patience." Alexander dipped his head to my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my collarbone. His teeth grazed my skin, just hard enough to make me gasp. My hands clutched his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath my fingertips. "God, you're perfect," he murmured against my skin. His hands slid from the dresser to my waist, then upward to cup my breasts. Through the lace of my bra, he squeezed firmly, thumbs circling my nipples until they were painfully hard. I arched into his touch, wanting more. "Alex..." "Shh," he silenced me with a kiss, rough and demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth as his hands unclasped my bra with practiced ease. He pulled back just enough to slide the straps down my arms and toss the

OliviaAfter finishing work, I decided to explore the hotel. The Savoy was a London landmark in itself, with a storied history and impeccable service. I wandered through the elegant public spaces, admiring the art and architecture, before finding myself at the hotel's famous American Bar. I ordered a light lunch and a glass of wine, people-watching, and soaking in the atmosphere. A couple at a nearby table was clearly on their honeymoon, holding hands and stealing kisses when they thought no one was looking. I wondered if Alexander and I looked like that to outsiders, a couple genuinely in love. The thought gave me pause. What exactly were Alexander and I to each other now? Our relationship had certainly evolved beyond our initial arrangement. The sex was mindblowing, but there was something else there too, a connection I hadn't anticipated. After lunch, I returned to the suite to prepare for our afternoon excursion. Alexander arrived precisely at three, his tie loosened and a wear

OliviaThe British Museum was magnificent, an imposing neoclassical building that radiated centuries of history. Geoffrey dropped us at the entrance, promising to return whenever we needed him. "This place is massive," I breathed, craning my neck to take in the columned facade. "How are we supposed to see everything?" "We're not," Alexander said, his hand finding the small of my back as we climbed the steps. "Not in one visit. We'll focus on what interests you most." Inside, the Great Court took my breath away. The glass and steel roof soared overhead, natural light flooding the white stone space. Tourists milled around, snapping photos and consulting maps. "The Rosetta Stone first?" Alexander suggested, already guiding me toward the Egyptian galleries. "You've been here before," I accused. "I thought you were a terrible tourist." "I may have done some research last night after you fell asleep," he admitted with a small smile. "Wanted to make sure we hit the highlights." My hea

Olivia"Alex?" she purred, tilting her head as her perfectly glossed lips curved into a smile. "Is that really you? I almost didn't recognize you in this... quaint little establishment." Alexander stiffened, his jaw tightening for a fraction of a second before his polite mask slid into place. He turned to face her, his expression carefully neutral. "Sophie," he acknowledged, his tone flat. "It is you!" She laughed, a tinkling sound that grated on my nerves. "God, how long has it been? Two years? Three?" Her hand landed on his shoulder, fingers trailing down his bicep in a way that was far too familiar. "You look absolutely delicious, as always." I felt my spine straighten, my grip tightening on my fork. Who the hell was this woman, and why was she touching my husband like she had every right to? "It's been a while," Alexander replied, pointedly shifting away from her touch. "Sophie, this is Olivia. My wife." The word "wife" hung in the air between us like a grenade. Sophie's eye

OliviaWe stood there for several minutes, watching boats pass and lights dance on the water. Other couples strolled by, some arm in arm, others holding hands. To any observer, we probably looked like just another pair of tourists enjoying a romantic evening in London. The thought should have felt false. Instead, it felt dangerously close to reality. "Cold?" Alexander asked, feeling me shiver. "A little." "Let's head back. We can order dessert from room service. I know you didn't get enough food at the pub because you were too busy plotting Sophie's demise." "I ate plenty!" "You shredded your fish like it personally offended you. That's not eating, that's assault." I turned in his arms to face him. "Fine. Dessert sounds good. But only if it's chocolate." "Anything you want." His hands settled on my hips, holding me close. The streetlamps cast shadows across his face, making his features look sharper, more defined. Beautiful. I went up on my toes, pressing a quick kiss to his