The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

My alarm blared at 6:00 AM, jolting me awake. I fumbled for my phone, silencing it with a groan. Sunlight streamed through my thin curtains, casting a golden glow across my bedroom.

In the shower, hot water cascaded over my shoulders, casing the tension I’d been carrying. I lathered shampoo into my hair, trying to focus on the day ahead rather than Alexander’s proposition.

Standing before my closet, I rifled through my work clothes. I pulled out a navy pencil skirt and cream blouse, then hesitated. My hands drifted to a more form-fitting burgundy dress I rarely wore.

“What am I doing?” I muttered, pushing the dress aside and returning to my original choice.

I selected a matching set of black lace underwear, then paused. “Why am I even thinking about this? It’s just a normal workday.”

I slipped into the clothes quickly, applied minimal makeup, and headed to the kitchen. Instead of my usual granola bar on the go, I made a proper breakfast-scrambled eggs, toast, and sliced fruit. I even brewed coffee instead of buy- ing my usual overpriced latte.

“Look at me, being a responsible adult,” I said to my empty apartment, raising my coffee mug in a mock toast.

The cab ride to Carter Enterprises was uneventful. I spent it scrolling through emails, mentally preparing for the day ahead. The marketing department had a campaign launch for athletic wear next week, and we were behind schedule.

At the office, I dove straight into work.

I spent the morning reviewing mockups for the campaign. The colors were off, and the tagline needed work.

By lunchtime, I had a revised concept that actually excited me.

At 2:30 PM, my phone buzzed with a message.

Alexander: My office. Now.

glanced around as if everyone could somehow read the

whispered,

smoothed my skirt, and headed for the executive floor. The elevator ride felt endless. What would I say to him? I still hadn’t decided

was quiet, all glass and chrome and hushed voices. Alexander’s secretary,

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Mr. Carter is waiting for you.” She gestured toward the imposing double

deep breath, knocked once, and entered the lion’s

silhouetted against the Los Angeles skyline. He turned as I entered, and my traitor heart skipped a beat. In a charcoal suit that fit him like it was

Morgan,” he said, his eyes tracking me as I stepped into his office. “You look

automatically. “You look… nice as well.” Why did I say that? He was my boss, not my date. The compliment

toward the sleek leather couch in the

on the edge of the couch, my back straight,

the window and sat across from me. His long legs stretched out casually, as if we were old friends meeting for coffee instead of boss and employee discussing a

made your decision?” He asked, getting straight to

deep breath. The contract had been on my mind all night, those impossible terms dancing through my dreams.

His gray eyes locked on

willing to consider it,” I said carefully. “But

an eyebrow. “Which

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