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.

for a moment, he looked genuinely startled. Then,

his voice level. “Once we’re married, I won’t sleep with anyone else

not expecting him to

course. It’s in the contract.” He took another sip of coffee, watching me over the rim. “Fidelity clause. When I sign my name to something,

unable to resist needling him. “What

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He shrugged. “My grandfather’s terms were clear. Either I get

that,

can’t.” His voice hardened. “I’ve spent my entire life preparing to lead this company. Victoria

my coffee, studying him over the rim. Despite his playboy reputation, there was something intensely serious about Alexander when

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more random hookups,” I

“Just you.”

the heat pool low in my belly. Just you. The two words hung in

from your weekly rotation

and decisive. Before I could react, he pulled

I gasped, steadying the

you,” he murmured, one arm

was acutely aware of his body beneath mine, the hard muscle of his thighs supporting my weight. And something

His cock twitched beneath me, and I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. It felt

managed to ask, my voice embarrassingly

to my ear. His breath sent shivers

kiss me then. His face was so close to mine, his lips just inches away. My eyes dropped to his mouth, and I found myself leaning slightly forward, drawn to him

close the distance. Instead, he studied my face with those intense grey eyes, his gaze moving from my eyes to my lips, then lower to where

he said, his voice deeper than usual.

beneath me, growing impossibly harder. Ishifted slightly, and his

had you,” he continued, one hand moving to my hip, his thumb tracing small circles through the t–shirt. “You’re

by the intensity in his

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

heat flooding between my legs. Was I that