The CEO's Contractual Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 311 - チャプター 317

AlexanderVictoria's face went white beneath her perfect makeup, but she recovered fast. Her fingers adjusted the strap of her Chanel purse, nails clicking against the hardware. "I know how to handle myself." She took a step back, chin lifting. "You're grasping at straws because you're losing control of everything. Your wife, your reputation, your precious company." "Leave Olivia alone," I said, keeping my voice level. "If you want to come after someone, target me. Leave her out of whatever twisted game you're playing." Victoria's smile was all teeth and no warmth. "Oh, how noble. The protective husband defending his..." She paused deliberately. "What should I call her? Your wife? Your employee? Your convenient solution to Grandfather's ultimatum?" I took a step toward her. Thomas immediately moved closer to Victoria's side. "You know what your problem is?" Victoria continued, her voice dropping lower. "You think everyone's as naive as you pretend to be. That sweet little act wit

Olivia"Because it's in my head." I crossed my arms, suddenly feeling defensive. "Because if I want to walk out, I have to pay that amount. It's not like I can just forget about it." "But you don't want to walk out." "That's not the point." "It's exactly the point. You keep bringing it up like it's some weapon I'm holding over you. But you're not leaving. We both know it." I opened my mouth to argue, then closed it. He was right, and we both knew it. The clause only mattered if I actually wanted to leave. "Fine," I said finally. "But knowing it exists doesn't exactly make me feel warm and fuzzy about this whole situation." "It doesn't exist anymore. Consider it void. You don't owe me anything if you decide to leave." Alexander's expression was serious now, all trace of his earlier smirk gone. "I mean it. No payment required." "You can't just decide that." "I absolutely can. It's my contract." I shook my head slowly. "This is because you think I won't leave. You're only saying

OliviaI pulled his pants and boxer briefs down together, freeing his cock. It sprang up, thick and hard, the head already glistening. I wrapped my hand around him again. Alexander propped himself up on his elbows, watching me with those intense eyes. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" I stroked him slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time. "A beautiful, sexy wife playing with her husband's cock," he breathed. I paused my movements, raising an eyebrow. "You got it wrong." "Wrong?" His breathing hitched. "A beautiful, sexy wife playing with her handsome husband's cock." I squeezed him gently, watching his eyes darken. "Give credit where it's due, Mr. Carter." A laugh rumbled through his chest. "My apologies, Mrs. Carter. Let me rephrase. A beautiful, sexy wife playing with her extremely handsome husband's cock." "Better." I leaned down, my breath ghosting over his tip. "Much better." His hips jerked involuntarily. I wrapped my hand around him properly now

OliviaWe padded downstairs to the kitchen, the marble floor cool beneath my bare feet. Alexander opened the fridge while I hopped onto the counter, legs swinging. "Wine? Beer? Water?" he asked, surveying the options. "Wine sounds good." He pulled out a bottle of white and opened it efficiently. Two glasses appeared, and he poured generous amounts into each. "Here." He handed me a glass, then positioned himself between my thighs. "Better?" I took a long sip, and the cool liquid was exactly what I needed. "Much better." His free hand rested on my bare thigh, warm and solid. We drank in comfortable silence, his thumb drawing lazy patterns on my skin. "I wanted to satisfy my wife well," he said after a moment, his voice dropping lower. "Can't have you thinking I'm slacking." "You've been satisfying me very well since our first time together." I set my glass down, pulling him closer with my legs. "Trust me, I have zero complaints in that department." "Good." His lips found my nec