Semua Bab The CEO's Contractual Wife: Bab 41 - Bab 50

OliviaWe fell into silence then, each lost in our own thoughts. The steady tick of the wall clock seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room. I checked my phone, surprised to see a text from Alexander. Alexander: Made it back to the office. Let me know when your father is out of surgery. I can have dinner delivered if you're staying late. The thoughtfulness of the gesture made my chest tighten. I typed a quick response: "Will do. Thank you." Just as I put my phone away, Nick's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and stood up. "I need to take this. I'll be right back." He stepped into the hallway, his voice a low murmur through the partially closed door. Mom closed her eyes, looking exhausted, while Ethan continued his endless shuffling of cards. "Want to play War?" he asked me, breaking the silence. I smiled, remembering how we used to play for hours as kids. "Sure, why not?" We were halfway through our game when Nick returned, but he wasn't alone. Amelia Hayes walked in besi

OliviaI groaned and tossed my phone onto the couch cushion beside me. Why was he so damn stubborn? First, showing up at the hospital like some knight in an Armani suit, and now insisting on coming to my apartment in the middle of the night. What part of our contract covered midnight food delivery? The thought of Alexander seeing my tiny apartment made me glance around with fresh eyes. It wasn't messy, exactly, but it wasn't CEO-of-a-multi-billion-dollar company ready either. The contrast between his sleek penthouse and my cozy apartment would be laughable. With a resigned sigh, I pushed myself off the couch. If he was coming, I at least needed a shower. I'd spent all day in a hospital waiting room, and I probably smelled like anxiety and bad coffee. The hot water felt heavenly against my tired muscles. I washed my hair quickly, then stood under the spray for an extra minute, letting the water cascade down my back. The thought of Alexander in my space sent a flutter through my stom

OliviaI took another sip of wine, letting the rich flavor coat my tongue. "This food is incredible. I can't believe Giorgio's made this for takeout." "I told you, they make exceptions for me." Alexander reached for his wine glass, his fingers brushing mine in the process. "I find most establishments are willing to bend their rules for the right incentive." "Is that how you approach everything in life? Throwing money at problems until they go away?" "Not everything. Some problems require a more... hands-on approach." The way he said "hands-on" made my skin tingle. I cleared my throat and reached for the tiramisu container, needing a distraction. "Dessert?" I offered, prying open the lid. "Always." His eyes held mine, making it clear we weren't just talking about food. I broke eye contact first, focusing on dividing the tiramisu onto two plates. My hands weren't quite steady, and I silently cursed myself for reacting so strongly to him. "This looks amazing," I said, passing him

Olivia"I'm gonna come," I warned, my voice breaking. "Not yet," he ordered, yanking my hair harder. "Wait for me." I bit my lip, trying desperately to hold back the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm me. Alexander's thrusts became harder, faster, his cock somehow growing even thicker inside me. "Olivia?" I blinked, suddenly disoriented. Alexander's face was inches from mine, his brow furrowed in concern. "Olivia? Are you okay?" I was still on his lap, fully clothed. His hands were on my hips, not my ass. We weren't having sex. We hadn't even kissed. It had all been in my head. "What?" I stammered, feeling heat rush to my face. "You completely zoned out," Alexander said, his lips quirking up at the corners. "Must have been quite the daydream. Your pupils are dilated, and you're breathing like you just ran a marathon." Mortification washed over me in waves. Had I been making noises? Moving against him? Oh god, had I moaned out loud? "I wasn't... I didn't..." I tried to form

OliviaThe fantasy playing in my head shifted and evolved. Alexander was above me now, his powerful body caging mine as he thrust into me. I could almost feel the weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine. "You're so wet for me, Liv," Alexander growled in my ear. "So fucking tight around my cock." "Yes," I gasped, adding a fourth finger, stretching myself wider. It wasn't enough, could never be enough compared to what I imagined he would feel like. My thumb pressed harder against my clit, circling faster as my fingers pumped in and out. My pussy clenched around them, walls fluttering as I approached the edge. "Fuck, I'm close," I panted, pinching my nipple hard between my fingers. The sharp pain mingled with pleasure, pushing me higher. In my mind, Alexander's pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder and more demanding. His hand wrapped around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my head swim. "Come for me," Alexander demanded. "Now, Liv. Fucking come on my