《The CEO's Contractual Wife》全部章節：第 221 章 - 第 230 章

OliviaEach thrust hit deep, sending pleasure radiating through my body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the cabin, mixing with our moans and the creak of the bed. Alexander's hand found my clit, rubbing rough circles that had me seeing stars. "You're taking my cock so well. Look at you, spread out and getting fucked like you were made for it." "Harder," I begged, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck me harder." Alexander grabbed my legs, pushing them up and back until my knees were nearly pressed to my chest. This angle let him go even deeper, and I screamed as he hit that perfect spot inside me. "Right there?" he demanded, pounding into me relentlessly. "Is that the spot that makes you lose your mind?" "Yes! Don't stop, please don't stop!" He kept that angle, each thrust hitting exactly where I needed. His fingers never stopped working my clit, building the pressure inside me until I thought I might explode. My orgasm crashed through me with devastating f

AlexanderMonday morning arrived with the kind of brightness that felt personally offensive after a long trip. I stood in the walk-in closet, running my hand along the row of suits hanging in perfect order. Navy Tom Ford, charcoal Brioni, dark gray Armani. The uniform of corporate warfare. Behind me, I heard Olivia stirring in bed, making those soft morning sounds that had become increasingly familiar. I pulled out the navy suit and a crisp white shirt. "You're up early," came her sleepy voice from the bedroom. I glanced back to see her propped up on one elbow, hair tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep. The silk sheet had slipped down, exposing one smooth shoulder. "Big day at the office. Merger talks with Sterling Development." "Sounds important." She stretched, arching her back in a way that made the sheet slip lower. I forced my attention back to my tie selection. "Multi-million dollar real estate portfolio. Yeah, fairly important." "Which tie?" I held up two options. Ol

AlexanderI stared at my phone for another moment before setting it face down on my desk. Whatever rumors were circulating, I'd deal with them. I'd spent years building Carter Enterprises, navigating board politics, and outmaneuvering competitors. A few whispers wouldn't derail everything now. My phone buzzed again. Unknown number. I frowned, picking it up. Probably spam. I started to delete it without reading, then paused when I saw it wasn't a text message but a series of photos. The first one loaded slowly. A cafe. Familiar, somewhere in downtown LA. And there, sitting at a corner table, was Olivia, laughing at something, her coffee cup halfway to her lips. Across from her sat James Westbrook. I felt my jaw clench involuntarily. I swiped to the next photo. Different location this time, what looked like a pub. Same two people. Olivia's hand was resting on the table, and James was leaning forward like he was telling her something important. I swiped again, revealing a third pho

OliviaThe site visit took another two hours. Dylan and I walked every floor, photographing spaces, taking notes, and occasionally stopping to speak with staff members about their experiences with guests. By the time we finished, my feet ached, and my mind buzzed with ideas. "That was productive," Dylan said as we stepped outside into the late afternoon sun. The Beverly Hills street hummed with expensive cars and designer shopping bags. I checked my phone. 4:47 PM. "Very productive." I scrolled through the photos we'd taken. "These will be perfect." Dylan's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting. "Actually, Mrs. Carter, I hate to bail on you, but I just got pulled into another project. Michelle needs me to review some materials before tomorrow morning." "No problem," I said, waving him off. "I'll head back to the office and start organizing these photos." "You sure? I can push back if you need me." "Dylan, go. I can handle uploading photos on my own."

OliviaThe dashboard clock read 5:03 PM, late enough that most people would call it a day, but I wanted to upload the photos and organize my notes while everything was fresh in my mind. I made it back to the office in twenty minutes, pulling into the underground parking garage and finding a spot near the elevators. The building was quieter than usual, and most employees were already gone for the weekend. My heels echoed in the marble lobby as I crossed to the elevators, nodding at the security guard stationed at the front desk. "Working late, Mrs. Carter?" "Just wrapping up some things," I replied, pressing the button for my floor. The elevator climbed smoothly. When the doors opened, I found the marketing department mostly empty. A few lights still burned in distant offices, but the main workspace sat dark and silent. I unlocked my office and flipped on the lights, settling into my chair with a satisfied sigh. The leather was cool against my back after the warm car ride. My co