The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 30

Olivia

Alexander considered the question, running his thumb along the rim of his mug. “Not regularly. Maybe once or twice a week, depending on my schedule.”

“And who are these lucky ladies? Models? Socialites? Random women from bars?”

Alexander set his coffee mug on the nightstand, leaning back against the headboard with casual confidence. “Depends on the week. Sometimes models I meet at charity events. Sometimes women I connect with at business dinners.”

“So you just fuck whoever catches your eye?” I regretted the sharpness in my tone immediately. What did I care who he slept with?

“I’m selective if that’s what you’re asking. But yes, I enjoy variety.

“And they all get the special Alexander Carter morning–after coffee service?” I clutched my mug tighter, ignoring the strange jealousy bubbling in my chest.

“Not all of them.” He stretched, his t–shirt riding up to reveal a slice of toned abdomen. “Most don’t stay until morning.”

“Charming.”

“It’s efficient.” He shrugged. “I’m clear about my expectations. No strings, no complications.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course. Heaven forbid the great Alexander Carter might have to deal with a woman’s feelings.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He took another sip of coffee. “We both get what we want. They get a night with me, I get…”

“Their bodies,” I finished for him.

“An experience,” he corrected. “Mutual pleasure without the messiness of emotions.”

I snorted. “So romantic.”

“Romance is overrated. Sex isn’t.”

“Well, you can kiss all that goodbye once we’re married,” I said, surprising myself with how forceful it came out.

looked genuinely startled. Then, his expression shifted to

he said, his voice level. “Once we’re married,

expecting him to agree so

He took another sip of coffee, watching me over the rim. “Fidelity clause. When I sign my name to something, I

to resist needling him. “What about your

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were clear. Either I get married or lose controlling interest in

have that, can we?”

“I’ve spent my entire life preparing to lead this

the rim. Despite his playboy reputation, there was something intensely serious about

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no more random hookups,” I

“Just you.”

my belly. Just you. The two words hung in the air between

go from your weekly rotation to just

quick and decisive. Before I could react, he pulled me onto his lap, my coffee sloshing dangerously close to the

I gasped, steadying

got you,” he murmured, one arm wrapped firmly

of his thighs supporting my weight. And

a sound.

you doing?” I managed to

Alexander replied, his lips close to

to kiss me then. His face was so close to mine, his lips just inches away.

close the distance. Instead, he studied my face with those intense grey eyes, his gaze

his voice deeper than

again beneath me, growing impossibly

I might not need other women if I had you,” he continued, one hand moving to my hip, his thumb tracing small circles through the t–shirt. “You’re smart and

whispered, hypnotized by the intensity

to devour you.” His grip tightened slightly. “Like you’re imagining all the things I could do to

heat flooding between my legs. Was