The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Olivia

He led me to the master bedroom at the end of the hall, a sprawling space dominated by a massive bed with ocean views. The sheets were crisp white, and the duvet was a deep navy that matched the accent wall behind the headboard.

“This is where I sleep,” he said simply.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, drawn to the wall of windows overlooking the cliff and ocean below. “Do you ever worry about privacy with all this glass?”

“The nearest neighbor is half a mile away, and the glass is treated. We can see out, but no one can see in.”

“We?” I raised an eyebrow.

Alexander’s lips quirked. “Figure of speech.”

He moved to sliding glass doors that opened onto a private deck extending from the bedroom. Outside, a hot tub bubbled quietly, steam rising into the cool night air.

“For stargazing,” he explained. “Light pollution is minimal here.”

I stepped onto the deck, the wooden boards warm beneath my feet. The vastness of the ocean stretched before us, moonlight creating a silver path across the water.

“It’s incredible.” I breathed.

“Worth every penny,” Alexander agreed, standing close enough that I could feel his body heat. “There’s one more place I want to show you.”

He led me back through the house to another deck on the opposite side. This one featured an infinity pool that seemed to merge with the horizon, glowing blue in the darkness.

“The pool’s heated year–round,” he said. “Nothing like swimming under the stars.”

“You’ve thought of everything,” I said, genuinely impressed.

comfort,” he replied

escape house in the middle

met mine, something

“Starving, I admitted,

“Good. Let’s cook”

began pulling out ingredients: fresh pasta, cherry tomatoes, basil, garlic, olive oil, and a wedge of

keep it simple tonight,” he said, setting everything on the marble countertop. “Pasta Pomodoro. Do you

cook?”

can follow a recipe,” I said, watching him

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a knife and cutting board. “Halve the

and set it on the

did you learn to cook?” I asked, curious

the kitchen with a heavenly aroma. “A friend of mine is

movements and the way his hands

of the best,” he

teach him these skills. The thought sent me an unexpected pang of jealousy, which I quickly dismissed. What did I

while I grate the cheese,”

moved behind me to reach for the parmesan, his

murmured, though he didn’t sound sorry

keeping my eyes

a small plate beside me. I could feel his body heat and smell his cologne mixed

he asked, leaning over my

I think? They’re

breath tickled my ear, making

pasta water began to boil over, and

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