The CEO's Contractual Wife

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?”

in her chair. “Did you get laid last

my saliva.

an ex

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could respond, Alice hurried in, waving her phone

you see this?” She thrust her phone toward us, the screen displaying a gossip site. “Alexander Carter has

Nova grabbed the

hot.” She squinted at the

it just me,

behind them, coffee in hand. “Holy shit, it is

turned to me. I

restaurant, his hand possessively on my waist. My face was partially obscured, but

it looks

date with Alexander Carter,”

wasn’t a date,” I

Vivian pointed to the screen. “That’s not a ‘just dinner‘

get that dress?” Alice asked, eyes wide.

it’s complicated. He invited me to dinner, and I

with skepticism. “You’re telling me that the man who’s been named ‘Most Eligible Bachelor‘ just happened to invite his junior marketing executive out for a fancy dinner at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city? And it was purely

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

maybe he was impressed with something

we please drop this?” I begged.

could feel them watching me throughout the morning, whispering

lunchtime, the gossip had spread through the office. I felt eyes on me in the cafeteria and heard the hushed conversations that stopped when I

into the seat across from me. “How does it

I muttered, pushing salad around my plate.

are. You’re sleeping with the

am not sleeping with

you’re not, you might want to

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that crept up my neck. The memory of Alexander’s hard body pressed against