All Chapters of The CEO's Contractual Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Olivia"Can I get up now?" I asked, shifting on his lap. "Do you want to?" His eyes gleamed with challenge. No, a traitorous part of me whispered. I wanted to stay right where I was, maybe even rock against him a little more, feel that impressive cock straining toward me... "Yes," I lied, forcing myself to sound firm. Alexander released his hold, allowing me to slide off his lap. The loss of contact left me strangely bereft. "Shower's all yours," he said, leaning back against the headboard with a knowing smirk. "Towels are in the cabinet." I rushed to the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind me. Leaning against it, I took several deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. What the hell was wrong with me? One minute, I was annoyed by his arrogance; the next, I was practically melting on his lap. This arrangement was supposed to be business, not... whatever this was. I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up while I peeled off his t-shirt. My nipples were still ha

OliviaI gathered my things, my stomach fluttering with nerves. Alexander had texted the address of a restaurant for tonight, along with instructions to "dress to impress." I hadn't agreed to stay at his penthouse yet, preferring the safety of my own apartment for now. Over the next two weeks, Alexander and I fell into a rhythm. We'd meet for dinner at high-end restaurants, where photographers would conveniently appear, capturing images of us looking intimate but never quite showing my full face. He'd kiss my cheek, hold my hand, and place his arm possessively around my waist—always when cameras might be watching. Each time, I wore dresses from his collection, each more stunning than the last. Each time, his eyes would darken when he saw me, his gaze lingering on my curves in a way that made my skin tingle. "You're a natural at this," he said one night as we left a trendy rooftop bar, his hand resting on the small of my back. "At what? Pretending to be your girlfriend?" "At being

Olivia"We're... taking things slow," I said finally. "Getting to know each other." "Mm-hmm." She didn't sound convinced. "And how's that going?" "It's... complicated." "Complicated how?" I sighed, choosing my words carefully. "He's not exactly the relationship type. And after Ryan..." "You're scared," she finished for me. "Cautious," I corrected. "I'm being cautious." "Fair enough." She squeezed my hand. "Just remember what I said, okay? Don't let him break your heart." "I won't." The cab pulled up to Emilia's apartment building, and she leaned over to hug me. "Text me when you get home," she instructed. "And we're doing brunch this weekend. No excuses." "Yes, mom," I laughed. "Love you, Liv." "Love you too." She disappeared into her building, and the cab continued on to my apartment. I leaned my head against the window, watching the city lights blur past. The events of the past week felt surreal, like something from a movie, not a part of my actual life. The city ligh

OliviaI blinked, caught off guard by the offer. "You would do that?" "Of course," he replied, as if it were obvious. "It's a simple matter of making a few phone calls. Consider it done." "Thank you," I said, feeling oddly touched. "That's... really kind of you." "It's nothing." His voice softened slightly. "How are you holding up?" The question, so simple and genuine, made my throat tighten unexpectedly. "I'm okay. Just worried. And, um, there's something else you should know." "What is it?" "My family saw the photos of us. They know we're dating now." Alexander was quiet for a moment. "I see. And what did you tell them?" "The cover story we agreed on," I assured him. "That we dated before I joined Carter Enterprises, kept it professional when I was hired, and recently reconnected." "Good. They believed it?" "I think so," I said, glancing back toward the waiting area. "They were surprised, obviously, but they didn't question it too much. They're more focused on Dad right no

Olivia"Well," Ethan said finally, "I guess lunch can wait." I let out a startled laugh, more from nerves than humor. "Only you would joke at a time like this." "Someone has to," he shrugged, but I could see the fear in his eyes. Mom stood up, straightening her shoulders. "Let's go see your father. We need to tell him what's happening." Dad took the news with surprising calm. "So I get to be Frankenstein," he joked weakly. "Do I get cool scars to show off?" "Only you would be excited about scars," Mom said, shaking her head. "Hey, I need something to impress the ladies at bingo night," he winked. "Dad!" I exclaimed, but I was smiling despite myself. A nurse came in to start prepping him for surgery, and we were asked to wait in the family lounge. The hours stretched endlessly. I picked at the sandwich Ethan had brought but couldn't manage more than a few bites. Around three o'clock, my phone buzzed with a text from Alexander. "How's your father? Surgery is scheduled for 4pm.