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.

stomach flipped. I glanced around as if everyone could somehow read

whispered,

the executive floor. The elevator ride felt endless. What would I say to him? I still hadn’t decided about

Alexander’s secretary, a stylish woman in her twenties,

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Morgan? Mr. Carter is waiting for you.” She gestured toward

took a deep breath, knocked once, and entered

heart skipped a beat.

as I stepped into his office.

that? He was my boss, not my date. The compliment had

toward the sleek

edge of the couch, my back straight, hands

legs stretched out casually, as if we were old friends meeting for coffee instead of boss and employee discussing a

He asked, getting straight to

on my mind all night, those impossible

eyes locked on mine, intense and

consider it,” I said carefully. “But I have concerns

an

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