All Chapters of The CEO's Contractual Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

OliviaI took another deep breath. "Yes. I accept your proposal." "May I ask what changed your mind?" "My father," I admitted. "He needs that heart surgery, and the waiting list for the affordable option is eighteen months long. The doctors don't think he has that long. With your money, I can get him into the best cardiac center in the country next month." Alexander nodded, his expression serious. "Family is important. I respect your dedication to yours." "It's not just the money," I added, needing him to understand. "My dad raised three kids. He worked two jobs to put food on the table but never complained, even when things were tight. He deserves better than dying on a waiting list because insurance won't cover the procedure he needs." "You don't need to justify your decision to me, Olivia. We all have our reasons for the choices we make." "What's yours?" I asked before I could stop myself. "Why go through all this trouble? Surely there are easier ways to keep control of your

Olivia"That's literally all it was," I insisted. "He had questions about the presentation." "For an hour?" Alice asked. "He's thorough," I replied, feeling my cheeks heat at the double entendre. "I bet he is," Nova waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Thorough in all the right places." "Oh my god, stop!" I laughed despite myself. "Come on, Liv," Vivian pressed. "You can tell us if something's going on." "There's nothing going on," I said firmly. "I barely know the man." "Well, you should get to know him," Alice suggested. "He's single, rich, and looks at you like he wants to eat you alive." "I'm not interested," I lied. "Besides, I just broke up with Ryan. I'm not looking to jump into anything new." "Fuck Ryan," Nova said bluntly. "That cheating asshole doesn't deserve another thought. You should be out there getting under someone new to get over him." "And that someone should be Alexander Carter," Vivian added with a grin. "You're all impossible," I groaned. "Go to happy h

OliviaThe elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to his penthouse. He gestured for me to exit first, his hand hovering at the small of my back without quite touching me. "This way," he said, leading me past the living area I'd seen during our dinner. We walked down a hallway I hadn't explored before, passing several closed doors until Alexander stopped at the end of the corridor. He pressed his palm against a sleek panel on the wall, and the door slid open silently. "What the fuck?" I blurted, stepping into what looked like a high-end boutique. The room was massive, easily the size of my entire apartment. Racks of clothing lined the walls, with dresses, skirts, and blouses all organized by color and style. Glass cases displayed jewelry and accessories. A three-way mirror dominated one corner, with a raised platform in front of it. "You have an entire store in your penthouse?" I turned to Alexander, who looked completely unfazed by my shock. "I like my guests to have options,"

OliviaOur food arrived, and we ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes. I was acutely aware of his eyes on me, watching as I savored each bite. After dinner, we stepped out into the cool night air. Alexander's arm slid around my waist as we waited for his car, his fingers tracing idle patterns against the silk of my dress. "Did you enjoy dinner?" he asked, his breath warm against my ear. "It was incredible," I admitted. "I've never had steak that melted in my mouth like that." "I'm glad you approved." His thumb brushed the bare skin exposed by the dress's low back. "There are many more experiences I'd like to show you." The double meaning wasn't lost on me. I felt my cheeks flush as his car pulled up to the curb. Alexander guided me forward, his hand sliding from my waist to my ass as I bent to enter the car. His fingers lingered, squeezing slightly before releasing me. The touch was brief but deliberate, sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. "Careful with the dress,

OliviaI carefully lifted my head to check if he was awake. His eyes remained closed, and his breathing was deep and even. Thank God.But then I felt a draft and glanced down. My t-shirt had ridden up during the night, bunched around my waist, leaving my breasts completely exposed against his chest. My nipples had hardened to tight peaks, betraying my body's reaction.Had he seen? Had he woken during the night to find me sprawled across him, tits out, like some desperate groupie?I slowly began to extricate myself, carefully lifting my leg off his. As I shifted, his cock twitched against my thigh, and I bit my lip to suppress a gasp."Jesus, it's huge," I thought, immediately hating myself for the observation.I managed to roll away, quickly tugging down the t-shirt. I turned my back to him, feigning sleep, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure it would wake him.The mattress shifted as Alexander stirred. I kept my breathing deep and regular, praying he'd believe I was still asleep.