The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Olivia

“Keep scrolling, Alexander instructed, his breath warm against my ear.

I swiped through more photos, each more intimate than the last.

“My face isn’t completely visible in most of these,” I said, relief washing over me. “But anyone who knows me would recognize me instantly.”

“That’s the point.” Alexander took the tablet back, scrolling to another gossip site that had already picked up the story. “The right people will know it’s you.”

“This is real,” I whispered, the reality of our arrangement suddenly hitting me. “People are going to think we’re together.”

“Probably,” Alexander agreed, seeming unconcerned. He scrolled through more photos, pausing at one where his hand was positioned dangerously low on my back. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”

I sank deeper into the couch, my mind racing. My coworkers would see this. My parents might see this. Everyone would think I was dating Alexander Carter.

“We should head to the office,” Alexander said, checking his watch. “Separately, of course. For now.”

Twenty minutes later, we stood in the lobby of Carter Enterprises.

Alexander gestured toward a private elevator tucked behind a discreet panel.

“Use this one,” he said.

I shook my head. “I can’t just start using the private elevator. People will notice.”

“That’s-”

“Next time,” I promised, already backing toward the public elevators where other employees waited. “We need to ease into this, remember?”

Alexander’s jaw tightened, but he nodded curtly. “Tonight. My place. Seven o’clock.”

It wasn’t a question. I gave him a small smile and turned away, feeling his eyes on me until the elevator doors closed.

The marketing department buzzed with morning energy when I arrived. Nova was already at her desk, typing furiously.

“Morning,” I called, setting my bag down.

She glanced up, eyes narrowing. “You look different.”

“Different, how?”

She spun in her

choked on my

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hurried in, waving her

my god, you guys! Did you see this?” She thrust her phone toward us, the screen displaying a gossip site. “Alexander Carter

stomach dropped. Nova grabbed the phone, whistling

She squinted at the screen. “Wait

peered over Nova’s shoulder. “Is it just me, or does she look

them, coffee in hand. “Holy

me. I felt

me leaving the restaurant, his hand possessively on my waist. My face was partially obscured,

not what it looks like,”

on a date with Alexander

a date,”

screen. “That’s not a ‘just dinner‘ dress. That’s a

you even get that dress?” Alice asked, eyes wide. “It

invited me to dinner, and I went. That’s

with skepticism. “You’re telling me that the man who’s been named ‘Most Eligible Bachelor‘ just happened to invite his junior

was impressed with her work,” Alice suggested, though she didn’t sound

impressed with something else,” Vivian

this?” I begged. “I have work

could feel them watching me throughout the morning, whispering when they thought I

spread through the office. I felt eyes on me

into the

I muttered, pushing salad around

You’re sleeping

am not

you say. But if you’re not, you might want

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neck. The memory of Alexander’s hard body pressed against mine in bed this morning flashed unbidden

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