Semua Bab The CEO's Contractual Wife: Bab 61 - Bab 70

OliviaAlexander stood in the doorway, dressed in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his muscular thighs and did little to hide the impressive bulge between them. My eyes traveled involuntarily up his body, taking in his chiseled abs, broad chest, and strong shoulders. "Jesus," I blurted before I could stop myself. "Ever heard of knocking?" He smirked, clearly aware of the effect his near-nakedness was having on me. "Sorry. Just wanted to check if you had everything you need." "I'm fine," I said, crossing my arms over my chest to hide my hardening nipples. "Just tired." His eyes dropped briefly to my chest before returning to my face. "The bed in here isn't very comfortable." "It looks fine to me." "Trust me, it's not. The mattress is too firm." He leaned against the doorframe. "My bed's better. King-sized, memory foam..." I raised an eyebrow. "Are you inviting me to sleep with you, Mr. Carter?" "Just offering the more comfortable option, Ms. Morgan." His lip

OliviaHe took a sip from his mug, leaning against the railing. The robe gaped further, and I forced my eyes to stay on his face. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, his voice still rough with sleep. "Yes," I lied, hoping he couldn't tell I'd spent half the night acutely aware of his body next to mine. "Liar," he said, but his tone was amused rather than accusatory. "You tossed and turned for hours." I felt my cheeks heat. "The ocean is loud." "Mmm." He clearly didn't believe me but didn't press the issue. Instead, he gazed out at the water, the morning sunlight highlighting the sharp angles of his face. We sipped our coffee in silence for a few minutes. Despite the oddity of being in my boss's beach house after a night in his bed, it felt almost peaceful. "We'll be meeting my family in a few days," Alexander said suddenly, breaking the silence. I nearly choked on my coffee. "What?" "My family," he repeated calmly, his eyes meeting mine with a steady gaze. "A family dinner at the

OliviaNineteen minutes later, I'd blow-dried my hair into submission, applied minimal makeup, and thrown on a pair of skinny jeans and a silky emerald top. The neckline dipped just low enough to be interesting without veering into office-inappropriate territory. Not that I was trying to impress anyone at O'Malley's, but it felt good to wear something that wasn't a power suit or one of Alexander's carefully selected dresses. I grabbed my purse, double-checked for keys and wallet, and headed out to catch a cab. As we drove through downtown LA, the city hummed with its usual nighttime energy. Neon signs flickered, crowds spilled from restaurants onto sidewalks, and the ever-present traffic crawled along despite the late hour. I rested my head against the window, already regretting my decision to leave my apartment. "First time at O'Malley's?" the cab driver asked, catching my eye in the rearview mirror. "No, I've been there before." "Good place. Good beer." He nodded sagely. "Meeti

Olivia"I need another drink," I announced, draining the last of my wine. The warmth of the alcohol was helping me forget my problems, at least temporarily. "Coming right up," Emilia waved at the bartender. "Hey! Another round over here!" Claire leaned forward, her words slightly slurred. "So what's the plan for this weekend? Any fancy dates with Mr. CEO?" I groaned. "I thought we agreed not to talk about Alexander." "No, you agreed," Ariana corrected with a smirk. "We just nodded politely." "You guys are the worst friends ever," I laughed, reaching for my newly arrived wine glass. "The best," Emilia corrected. "We're the best friends ever because we care enough to be nosy about your love life." I was about to respond when a woman stumbled toward our table, drink sloshing in her hand. Before I could move, she crashed into me, her red cocktail splashing across my emerald top. "Oh my god!" I gasped, jumping up as the cold liquid soaked through the silk. "Oops," the woman said,

Olivia"That would be nice," I said, ignoring the triumphant look on Emilia's face. "Let me just settle our tab first." Alexander placed his hand on the small of my back. "I've got it." "No, really, I can pay," I protested, reaching for my purse. "Olivia." His voice was firm but gentle. "I interrupted your evening. Let me take care of it." I hesitated, not wanting to seem like I was taking advantage of his wealth, especially after Madison and Stella's accusations. "It's just a few drinks." "Exactly," he said with a small smile. "A minor expense." "For you, maybe," I muttered. Alexander leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Let me do this." "Fine," I relented. "But I'm paying next time." His eyes sparkled with amusement. "Next time?" I flushed, realizing what I'd implied. "I mean, if there is a next time. With my friends. Not that you'd want to—" "I'd love to join you and your friends again," he said, cutting off my rambling. "They seem... protective." "That's one