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.”

“Maybe I just wanted a free

He turned to face me fully, one arm draped over the steering wheel. “Or

my eyes at him, my body still humming with unwanted attraction. “I’m only Miss Morgan. Not Mrs.

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playing at the corners of his mouth. “The offer

car’s interior suddenly felt too small,

meet you tomorrow.” I said,

voice was

his eyes on my

felt emptier than usual when I stepped inside. I kicked off my heels, letting them clatter against the wall. The

my feet like expensive liquid.

I peeled off my damp panties and padded naked to my dresser, pulling out an

I flopped onto my bed,

I opened Emilia’s chat.

Me: You up?

three dots appeared, indicating

Emilia: Yeah, what’s up?

at the screen, debating whether

the keyboard. What would she say? Probably that I was crazy for even considering it. Or maybe she’d tell me to go for it. Emilia had always been more adventurous than me.

couldn’t tell her. Not yet. This was too bizarre, too complicated. I needed to make this decision on my own

What are you up

place. He’s in the shower. How are you holding up? Any more

her bluntness. Emilia

I’m good,

know what they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone

Me: EMILIA!

saying! Plenty of hot guys out there who’d kill

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