All Chapters of The CEO's Contractual Wife: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

OliviaFor the next twenty minutes, I hacked away at golf balls with varying degrees of success. Most of my shots were terrible, but occasionally I'd connect cleanly, and the ball would actually fly in something resembling the right direction. "There!" Alexander said when one of my shots sailed straight down the range. "That's what you're aiming for." "Beginner's luck." "Skill," he corrected. "You're getting the hang of it." I lowered the club, my arms already aching. "This is harder than it looks." "Most things are." He picked up his own club, a driver that looked massive compared to my iron. "Want to see how it's actually done?" "Show off all you want." He teed up a ball and took his stance, his movements precise and practiced. The club came back in a smooth arc, paused for a fraction of a second at the top, then whipped down through the ball. The sound of contact was clean and solid, completely different from my pathetic attempts. The ball rocketed down the range, sailing h

OliviaAlexander stood near the helm, speaking with Captain Reynolds about something I couldn't hear. The afternoon sun caught his profile, highlighting the strong line of his jaw. I walked to the railing, gripping the polished chrome as the yacht began moving. We glided out of the marina smoothly, the water parting in gentle waves around the bow. Other boats bobbed in their slips as we passed, their owners waving from their decks. The motion was surprisingly smooth for such a large vessel. I'd expected more rocking, more sense of movement, but the yacht cut through the water like butter. "Champagne?" Alexander appeared beside me, two flutes in hand. "Since when did we have champagne ready?" "Captain Reynolds is thorough." He handed me a glass, the bubbles catching the light. "He knows what I like." I accepted the flute and took a small sip. The champagne was cold and crisp, probably expensive beyond belief. "This is incredible." "Just wait until we're in open water." He gestur

OliviaI cut into the lobster, the meat tender and perfectly seasoned. "You're going to spoil me for normal life." "What's normal life?" "You know, regular restaurants. Drive through coffee. Grocery shopping." Alexander laughed. "When's the last time you went grocery shopping?" "Fair point." I hadn't been to a grocery store since moving into the estate. "But I used to. Back in my regular person days." "You're still a regular person." "Am I?" I gestured around the elegant cabin. "Regular people don't have champagne cruises on private yachts." "Regular is overrated anyway." We ate in comfortable silence for a while, the gentle rocking of the yacht soothing. Through the windows, I could see the coastline passing by, lights starting to appear as darkness fell. "This was perfect," I said, setting down my fork. "The whole day." "It's not over yet." Alexander stood, offering his hand. "Come with me." I let him pull me up, curious. He led me through the main cabin toward a spiral s

AlexanderI followed Olivia into the bedroom, watching as she moved through the space, a mix of exhaustion and lingering tension from our day. The yacht had been perfect, but coming home always felt like stepping back into reality, weighted and complicated. She sank onto the edge of the bed, pulling off her earrings. "Today was incredible." "It was. Better than I expected." "Watching those whales..." She trailed off, a smile playing at her lips. "I've never seen anything like that." "We can do it again." I sat beside her, close enough that our shoulders touched. "Whenever you want." She leaned against me, her head finding my shoulder. "I like that idea." We stayed like that for a while, comfortable in the silence. Outside, the estate was quiet, just the distant sound of wind through the trees. "I'm not ready to sleep yet," Olivia said eventually, pulling away to look at me. "Too much energy still." "Yeah?" I studied her face, seeing the restlessness there. "What did you have i

AlexanderI released her leg carefully, making sure she was steady before pulling her bikini back into place. "You okay?" I asked, kissing her stomach. "I can't feel my legs." "Mission accomplished then." She laughed weakly, her hand finding my hair. "That was..." "Amazing? Incredible? The best orgasm of your life?" "Cocky bastard." "Confident. There's a difference." I kissed my way back up her body, taking my time. When I reached her mouth, I kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. "God, Alex," she murmured when we broke apart. Her breathing was ragged, her thighs still trembling slightly from the orgasm I'd just given her. The pool water lapped gently around us, moonlight casting silver patterns across her skin. "More," she whispered, her hands sliding down my chest. "I need more." I caught her wrists, holding them against my chest. "Rules are rules." Her eyes widened. "What?" I released her wrists, watching confusion flicker across her face. "We have t