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.”

I

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

still humming with unwanted attraction.

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He shrugged, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his

car’s interior suddenly felt too small,

meet you tomorrow.” I said,

Olivia.” His voice was a caress in the

eyes on my ass as I walked to my building’s

emptier than usual when I stepped inside. I kicked off my heels, letting them clatter against the wall. The red dress clung to my sweaty skin

like expensive liquid. I stepped out of 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 to my dresser, pulling out

onto

I opened Emilia’s chat.

Me: You up?

dots appeared, indicating she

Emilia: Yeah, what’s up?

debating whether to

hovered over the keyboard. What would she say? Probably that I was crazy for even considering it. Or maybe she’d tell me to

too bizarre, too complicated. I needed to make

major. What are you

At Jake’s place. He’s in the shower. How are you

her bluntness. Emilia never minced

I’m good,

You know what they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. You should

Me: EMILIA!

of hot guys out there who’d kill to date

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