The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Olivia

We finished our dessert in silence, the tension building with each bite. By the time the chef cleared our plates, my skin felt too tight, and every nerve ended on high alert.

“Thank you, Antoine. You’ve outdone yourself,” Alexander said, standing to shake the chef’s hand. “That will be all for tonight.”

The chef bowed slightly. “Very good, sir. I’ve left everything prepared for breakfast, should you need it.”

The implication in those words wasn’t lost on me. How many women had sat where I was sitting? How many had stayed for breakfast?

After the chef left, Alexander turned to me. “Would you like a tour?”

“Sure,” I said, standing too quickly and feeling the wine rush to my head. “Lead the way.”

He showed me through the penthouse, starting with a home office with sweeping views of the city-views so mes- merizing they would surely make concentration impossible. Next was a gym that rivaled the commercial one I fre- quented, equipped with every machine and gadget imaginable. Then, we moved on to a theater room with plush seats arranged in perfect tiers, designed for ultimate comfort and an immersive viewing experience.

“How many bedrooms does this place have?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“Three. My master suite, a guest room, and one I use as a secondary office.”

“And how many women have you brought here?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.

Alexander paused, turning to face me. “Does that matter?”

“No,” I lied. “Just curious how many women have gotten the billionaire treatment before me.”

“Fewer than you might think.” His eyes held mine. “This isn’t a routine for me, Olivia.”

“Right.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m special. I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Actually, I don’t.” His voice hardened slightly. “I don’t bring women here often. This space is private.”

crossing my arms

to my cleavage before returning to my

“Enlighten me.”

convince

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penthouse? What, am I supposed to get wet over your square

muscle in his jaw twitched. “I’m showing you a glimpse of

cage is still a

stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating

it? You want to buy

corrected. “One that would

is standing in front

quirked up. “Am I a

I took a step back, bumping into the wall.

his voice dropping to a dangerous register as

widened as I realized the double entendre. “That’s not what

the wall beside my head, caging me in. “What did

head. I needed to re-

tion.

And you’re asking me to marry you. And

me?” His face

Carter. You date models and actresses. Not junior marketing executives who live in apart-

and actresses.” His thumb brushed my cheek,

his breath warm against my lips. I closed my eyes, waiting

lips brushed my

my voice

traced the curve of my jaw, inhaling deeply. “You don’t

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