The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 3

Olivia

My fist throbbed from connecting with the guy’s head, but it hadn’t done enough. Emilia whimpered as he yanked her hair harder, forcing her head back at an unnatural angle.

“Let her go, you piece of shit!” I hissed, fear and fury colliding in my chest.

“Or what?” He laughed, his breath reeking of whiskey. “You gonna hit me with your little purse again?”

The other men from the car were climbing out now, their movements predatory as they circled around us. The driver, with his gold tooth catching the dim streetlight, stepped toward me.

“C’mon baby, we just wanna have some fun.” His eyes never left my chest. “You’re dressed like you want attention. We’re just giving you what you want.”

“I want you to let my friend go and fuck off back to whatever sewer you crawled out of,” I spat, backing away until I felt a tree behind me.

“Ooh, she’s got a mouth on her too,” said another shorter but broad-shouldered guy wearing a baseball cap. “I like that. Makes it more fun when they fight a little.”

The driver reached for me, his fingers grazing my arm. I slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Playing hard to get?” He moved closer, pinning me against the tree. “That’s cute.”

Emilia was still struggling against Tribal Tattoo’s grip. “Liv, run! Just run!”

“I’m not leaving you,” I said, looking desperately around for anything I could use as a weapon.

The driver pressed his body against mine; one hand braced on the tree beside my head. “Your friend’s not going any- where, and neither are you.” His other hand reached for my breast. “Let’s see if these feel as good as they look.”

I brought my knee up hard, aiming for his groin, but he twisted away at the last second. My knee glanced off his thigh.

“Feisty bitch!” He grabbed my wrist, squeezing until I gasped in pain.

Headlights suddenly illuminated the scene as another car screeched to a halt beside us. The engine cut off, and the driver’s door opened.

A deep voice cut through

spill of a distant

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he moved with a quiet confidence that commanded

Tooth snarled, but I noticed he’d loosened his grip on

stepped closer, and I caught my breath. Even in the dim light, I recognized him immediately. Alexan- der Carter. My boss’s boss’s boss. The CEO of Carter Enterprises, where I’d

them alone,” he said, his

gonna do about it? There’s four of us

the police, and they’re on their way: I’m sure they’d be in- terested to know

released Emilia’s hair, shoving her forward. “Whatever, man. These bitches

toward me, and I caught her,

“You okay?” I whispered.

scalp. “Bastard nearly ripped my hair

out his chest. “You think you’re some kind of

who doesn’t want to see two women harassed by drunken idiots. Now, you can leave on your own, or

I thought Gold Tooth might throw a punch. Instead, he spat on the ground

go,” he muttered to his friends. “These sluts aren’t worth

engine roaring to life. Gold Tooth revved it aggressively before peeling away,

turned to us. “Are you

with sharp features and piercing gray eyes, he had the kind of face that belonged

I managed, suddenly conscious of my appearance: disheveled hair, makeup probably smeared from crying earlier, and

“Do you

a ride somewhere?” he asked, his eyes briefly dropping

canceled,” Emilia said, still rubbing her scalp.

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to his car, a sleek black car. “I’m happy to drive you both