The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 8

Olivia

“You heard me correctly.” He remained perfectly composed while I coughed and sputtered. “I require a wife within four months, and I’ve decided you’re the most suitable candidate.”

I stared at him, certain I’d slipped into some alternate dimension. “Is this a joke?”

Alexander’s face remained perfectly serious, those gray eyes locked on mine without a hint of humor.

“I assure you, Ms. Morgan, I never joke about business matters.”

“And this is… business?” I managed, and my voice was higher than normal.

“Precisely.” He leaned back, completely at ease, while my world tilted on its axis. “My grandfather has given me an ultimatum. I must marry within six months to retain control of Carter Enterprises. Two months have already passed while I’ve evaluated my options.”

I set my water glass down before I could spill more of it. “And you landed on… me? A random employee you drove home once?”

“There was nothing random about my selection process.”

“Mr. Carter, I don’t understand why you’re telling me this. Surely you should be out there looking for someone suit- able to be your wife? Someone you’re actually dating? Maybe propose to your girlfriend?”

He looked at me in a way that suggested I was being deliberately obtuse. “If I had a girlfriend, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“Then find one! There must be thousands of women in Los Angeles who’d jump at the chance to marry you.”

“That’s precisely the problem. They want to marry Alexander Carter, CEO and heir to the Carter fortune. The actual person is irrelevant.”

“And I don’t want to marry you for your money?” I asked incredulously.

His lips curved into something almost resembling a smile. “You’re different.”

“You don’t know me!”

one long leg over the other. “You’re intelligent, resourceful, and you understand busi- ness. You’re also honest-brutally so, based on how you handled

up my neck at the reminder.

haven’t explained the

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your employee, Mr. Carter. You can’t just ask employ- ees to

my employees,” he said with

me?” I demanded, standing up. “This is completely inappropriate and probably

me with those unnerving eyes. “I chose

as I

me cold.

softened slightly. “I’m not some creep propositioning you, Olivia. This is a business ar- rangement

I sank back onto the couch. “What could you possibly know about what I

for two years, but that grace period

mouth fell open.

surgery that insurance won’t fully cover. You’ve been working overtime for months, plus

felt the blood drain from my face. “Have you been

home that night, I saw you in the office on Monday morning. Most people wouldn’t show up to work like nothing happened after a weekend like

demanded. “That’s a serious invasion of privacy. You

applied for a company loan three months ago and were denied. You’ve been working sixty-hour weeks since January, which exceeds our recommended maximum. If this continues, HR will be forced to restrict your hours for liability

one making me work those hours! The marketing department is severely

“Yes, I’m aware. And

I insisted, even as my exhausted body betrayed me with a

Alexander’s lips twitched. “Clearly.”

think I’d agree to marry

one year.

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