The CEO's Contractual Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 241 - 챕터 250

OliviaI nearly choked on nothing, my eyes widening as heat flooded my cheeks. Alexander's hand tightened on mine. "Grandfather." "What? It's a reasonable question." Harold looked between us, completely unrepentant. "You're married. You're young. These things happen." "We're not planning children right now," I managed to say, my voice steadier than I felt. "Not planning?" Harold's eyebrows shot up. "Well, that's disappointing. I was hoping to be a great-grandfather before I shuffle off this mortal coil." "You're perfectly healthy," Alexander pointed out. "Healthy is relative." Harold waved a dismissive hand. "Point is, I'd like to meet my great-grandchildren while I can still remember their names." "We haven't really discussed it yet," Alexander said carefully. "What's there to discuss? You're married, you love each other, you make babies. Simple biology." Harold looked at me. "You do want children, don't you, Olivia?" "Someday," I replied honestly. "Margaret and I had our f

OliviaHe grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from his face. "You're asking for trouble." "Am I?" I batted my eyelashes innocently. "I'm just making observations. Scientific ones." "Scientific," he repeated flatly. "Mmhmm. And scientifically speaking, you're definitely showing signs of aging. The wrinkles, the alleged declining stamina, the need for afternoon naps." "I can prove right now that my stamina is just fine." "Can you?" I stepped back, slipping out of his grasp. "Because I'm pretty tired. Think I'll just go to bed. Early night and all that." "You're not tired." "I am," I insisted, already heading toward the closet. "Very tired. Long day. Need my beauty sleep." "Olivia." I ignored him, pulling out a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top from my drawer. "You should get some rest too. At your age, you need at least eight hours, or your body starts breaking down." "My body is not breaking down." "If you say so." I disappeared into the bathroom, changing quickly and w

OliviaHis fingers resumed their punishing pace, his thumb circling my clit with perfect pressure. The orgasm built fast and hard, my body coiling tighter and tighter. I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me with shocking intensity. My pussy clamped down on his fingers as waves of pleasure rolled through my body. I cried out, burying my face in the pillow to muffle the sound. "Fuck yes," Alexander groaned, working me through it. "That's my girl." Before I could catch my breath, he withdrew his fingers and flipped me onto my back. He stripped off his boxer briefs, his cock standing thick and hard between his legs. "Legs up," he ordered, grabbing my thighs and pushing them toward my chest. "Hold them there." I gripped behind my knees, spreading myself wide for him. He stared down at my exposed pussy, his eyes dark with hunger. "Beautiful." He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudging against my slick opening. "So fucking beautiful." He thrust in hard, bury

OliviaHis breathing evened out behind me, his chest rising and falling against my back. The room fell into comfortable silence, just the distant hum of the city through the windows and the occasional rustle of sheets. I stared at the ceiling, my mind refusing to quiet despite my exhausted body. "Do we win in this game?" I asked suddenly, my voice barely above a whisper. Alexander's arm tightened around my waist. "What game?" "With Victoria. With all of this." I turned my head slightly. "Does it ever end?" He was quiet for a moment, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my hip. "Victoria will lose in the end. She always does." "You sound pretty confident about that." "I am." His voice carried that trademark Carter certainty. "Don't worry about Victoria. She makes a lot of noise, but that's all it is. Noise." I wanted to believe him. Wanted to trust that everything would work out, that the contract would end smoothly, that I'd walk away with my money and my dignity intact. But the

AlexanderThe previous day… I pulled into the parking lot of Wilshire Country Club just after ten on Sunday morning, the familiar sight of manicured greens stretching out before me. The valet approached before I'd even killed the engine. "Good morning, Mr. Carter." "Morning." I handed him the keys and headed toward the clubhouse. The place was busy for a Sunday, members scattered across the grounds, enjoying the perfect LA weather. I nodded to a few familiar faces as I made my way toward the pro shop, where I spotted Mike reviewing his scorecard with another member. "Mr. Carter!" He waved me over. "Didn't expect to see you here today." I glanced around. "Grandfather mentioned he'd be here this morning." Mike grinned. "Course twelve. Playing with James Westbrook and Senator Dawkins. Started about forty minutes ago." Of course, Grandfather would be playing with James. The old man loved keeping tabs on my competitors. "Thanks." I headed toward the course, spotting a golf cart pa