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 my desk, trying to focus on the athletic wear campaign mockups. But my mind kept drifting

name felt foreign, yet somehow intriguing. Would I get new business cards with that name emblazoned in sleek,

forcing

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the thought

I hissed, crossing my legs to ease the sudden throbbing

than a week ago. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about anyone, let

of man who probably knew exact- ly how to make a woman scream his

Alexander had said the

drop it deliberately, letting me see what he was packing? Or would he stalk toward me like a predator, pushing

I muttered, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. My pussy clenched at the thought of him sliding inside me, filling me

this. This

living with him, sleeping beside him night after night, made me desperate for his touch? Would I have to beg? The thought of Alexander making me plead for his cock made me squirm in my

drive. Would he expect me to drop to my knees whenever he wanted? To bend over his desk at

together,” I scolded myself, taking

was about money. About helping my family. Not about getting laid by my ridiculously hot

incredible? What if he

Nova’s voice

jumped, nearly knocking

five minutes. Where the hell were you just now?” She leaned closer, studying my flushed face. “Wait, are

too quickly. “I’m just… focused on

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

his desk?”

Was

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