The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Olivia

Alexander got in and started the car. “You’re quiet,” he observed as he pulled into traffic.

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

“About how fucking insane this whole situation is,” I said, turning to look at him. “You’re my boss. You’ve offered me a marriage contract worth millions of dollars. And now we just had dinner at your penthouse, where you cooked for me-”

“My chef cooked for us,” he corrected.

“Whatever. The point is, none of this is normal.”

“Normal is overrated,” Alexander said, his eyes locked on mine as he navigated through the quiet streets of LA.

“So is being cryptic,” I shot back. “Yet here you are, mastering the art.”

His lips quirked up at the corner. “You think I’m being cryptic? I’m the most straightforward man you’ll ever meet.”

“Right. Because normal men propose marriage contracts to women they barely know.”

“I never claimed to be normal.” He glanced over before returning to the road. “And I think you’re less normal than you pretend to be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he said, turning onto my street, “that a normal woman wouldn’t be considering my offer. She’d have slapped me and walked out.”

“Who says I’m considering it?”

“The fact that you’re sitting in my car right now.” He pulled up to the curb outside my building and cut the engine. “The fact that you wore that dress.”

cheeks. “Maybe I just wanted

turned to face me fully, one arm draped over the steering wheel. “Or maybe you’re curious about what it would be like to be Mrs.

my body still humming

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a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “The offer stands. I need your an- swer

felt too

you tomorrow.” I said,

His voice was a caress in the

out of the car, feeling his eyes on my ass as I walked to my

stepped inside. I kicked off my heels, letting them clatter against the wall. The red dress clung to my sweaty skin as I moved

at my feet like expensive liquid. I stepped out of it, scooped it up, and tossed it

breasts felt heavy as I unhooked my bra, sighing with relief as they were finally free. I peeled off my damp panties and padded naked

dressed, I flopped onto my bed,

I opened Emilia’s chat.

Me: You up?

dots appeared,

Emilia: Yeah, what’s up?

whether to tell

considering it. Or maybe she’d tell me to go

couldn’t tell her. Not yet. This was too bizarre, too complicated. I

What are

in the shower. How are you holding up? Any more crying jags over dickhead

bluntness. Emilia never

I’m good,

girl! You know what they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. You should totally put yourself

Me: EMILIA!

of hot guys out there who’d kill

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