The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 22

Olivia

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and I stepped inside, grateful to find it empty. As soon as the doors closed, I sagged against the wall, my legs suddenly weak.

“What the fuck did I just do?” I muttered, running my hands through my hair. “How am I going to explain this to Mom and Dad?”

My mother would be thrilled I was getting married-until she realized the timeline. Marriage in what, a few weeks? She’d have questions. Lots of them.

And my dad… he was old-fashioned. He’d want to know Alexander’s intentions, his family background, his five-year plan.

My brothers would be even worse. Nicholas would immediately be suspicious. He could always tell when I was ly- ing. And Ethan would Google the hell out of Alexander, digging up every tabloid story about his playboy past.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I banged my head against the elevator wall.

How was I going to explain this to everyone? My family still thought I’d never dated anyone. They didn’t even know about Ryan – I’d planned to introduce him after we got more serious. Now I’d have to tell them I was marrying my boss?

I could already hear Mom’s voice: “But honey, we didn’t even know you were dating!”

I’d have to lie. Tell them Alexander and I had a secret relationship before, broke up, and now we’re madly in love again. More lies. Always more lies.

“And what happens after?” I whispered to my reflection in the polished doors. “When the contract ends and we di- vorce? Then what?”

Would I ever be able to have normal relationships after being with someone like him?

The elevator dinged at my floor. I straightened up, adjusting my clothes.

“One problem at a time, Olivia,” I muttered. “One fucking problem at a time.”

to focus on the athletic wear

intriguing. Would I get new business cards with that name emblazoned in sleek,

damn it,” I whispered, forcing my

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his bed? My nipples hardened at the thought of his large hands

crossing my legs to ease

I’d just caught Ryan balls-deep in Sophia less than a week ago. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about anyone, let alone my boss,

He was… different. Powerful. Commanding. The kind of man who probably knew exact- ly how

right away? The contract mentioned “physical relations,” but Alexander had said the

trailing down his chest, a towel slung low on his hips. Would he drop it deliberately, letting me see what he was packing? Or would he stalk toward me like a predator, pushing me onto the

to my cheeks. My pussy clenched at the thought of him sliding inside me, filling

No. No. I couldn’t think like this. This

desperate for his touch? Would I have to beg? The thought of Alexander making me plead

made it clear he had a strong sex drive. Would he expect me to drop to my knees whenever he

I scolded myself, taking

practical. This was about money. About helping my family. Not about getting laid by

the sex was incredible? What if he ruined me for

Olivia!” Nova’s voice cut through

knocking over

hell were you just now?” She leaned closer, studying my flushed face. “Wait, are you thinking

too quickly. “I’m just…

She didn’t look convinced. “So you weren’t just sitting there imagining Alexander Carter bending you

his desk?”

face flamed. Was I

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