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.”

athletic wear campaign mockups. But my

felt foreign, yet somehow intriguing. Would I get new

damn it,” I whispered, forcing my attention back to

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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

to ease the sudden

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

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

him coming out of the shower, water droplets 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

cheeks. My pussy clenched at the thought of him sliding inside

like this. This was a business arrangement, not

I needed sex? What if living with him, sleeping beside him night after night, made me desperate for his touch? Would I

had a strong sex drive. Would he expect me to drop to my knees whenever he wanted?

I scolded myself, taking a

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

incredible? What if he ruined me for other men?

Olivia!” Nova’s voice cut through

nearly knocking over

just now?” She leaned closer, studying

protested too quickly. “I’m

“So you weren’t just

his desk?”

Was I

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