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.”

trying to focus on the athletic wear campaign mockups. But my mind

somehow intriguing. Would I get new business cards with

I whispered, forcing my attention back

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thoughts of Alexander kept intruding. What would it be like to live with him? To share his space, his bed? My nipples hardened at the thought of his large hands on my breasts, his mouth trailing down my stomach. Would he be gentle or rough? The way he carried himself

legs to

in Sophia less than a week ago. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about anyone, let alone my boss,

Alexander wasn’t Ryan. He was… different. Powerful. Commanding. The kind of man who probably knew exact- ly how

away? The contract mentioned “physical relations,” but Alexander had said the timing was flexible. Still, we’d be living together. Sleeping in

a towel slung low on his hips. Would he drop it deliberately, letting me see what he

cheeks. My pussy clenched at

think like this. This was a business arrangement, not some sexual

needed sex? What if 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

needs? He’d made it clear he had a strong sex drive. Would he expect me to drop to my knees whenever he wanted? To bend over

together,” I scolded myself, taking

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

if the sex was incredible? What if he ruined me

voice cut through

nearly knocking over

hell were you just now?”

too quickly. “I’m just… focused on

weren’t just sitting

his desk?”

Was I that

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