The CEO's Contractual Wife

I watched him walk back to the elevator before letting myself into my apartment. As I closed the door behind me, I caught myself smiling like an idiot. Tonight had been unexpected in many ways, not least in how much I’d enjoyed Alexander’s

company.

This was dangerous territory. Our arrangement was supposed to be practical and businesslike. But the way he’d looked at me on that private deck, the way he’d held me while we danced… it felt like something more.

I reminded myself sternly that Alexander Carter was a businessman first and foremost. This marriage was a transaction for him, a means to secure his inheritance. Whatever charm or kindness he showed was simply part of making our arrangemen believable.

Still, as I carefully hung up the blue dress and prepared for bed, I couldn’t help wondering what tomorrow’s surprise would be and why I was so looking forward to finding out.

The next evening. I packed an overnight bag as instructed, opting for jeans and a soft cashmere sweater, as Alexander had suggested. At precisely seven, my doorbell rang.

Alexander stood there in dark jeans and a gray henley that hugged his broad shoulders, looking so different from the tuxedo–clad CEO of the previous night that I almost did a double–take.

“Ready?” he asked, taking my bag.

‘As I’ll ever be,” I replied, locking my door. “Will you tell me where we’re going now?”

“You’ll see soon enough.”

We took the elevator down to the parking garage, where Alexander led me to a sleek black Range Rover instead of his usual

car.

“Different car tonight?” I asked as he held the passenger door for me.

This one’s better for where we’re headed,” he explained cryptically.

set, painting the ocean in shades of gold and pink. Alexander drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the console between

your father doing?” he

the question. “The doctor says his recovery is ahead of

your mother?

it. My brothers and I are taking turns staying

need any additional

I interrupted gently. “But thank

road. After about an hour, Alexander turned onto a private drive that snaked up a hillside. At the top stood a modern

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accurately, my escape

think. Or not think.”

said, taking in the sleek

until you see

me to the front door, which

noticing my surprise. “Only a few people

exterior, open and airy with floor–to–ceiling windows showcasing the ocean view. The decor was minimalist but warm, featuring comfortable furniture in neutral tones and strategic pops

windows. The moonlight danced across the waves below, creating a hypnotic pattern of silver and black. “How often do you

“Maybe once a month. Sometimes, when I

sofa. Everything about the place felt expensive but not

bought it.” Alexander moved into the kitchen area, which opened to the main

answered with a growl before I could. “Starving,

the massive refrigerator, which was surprisingly well–stocked. “The housekeeper comes by