The CEO's Contractual Wife

Olivia

Claire reached over and squeezed my hand.

“Liv, nobody’s saying you should rush into anything,” she said gently. “But what happens when you’re both in the moment and can’t keep your hands off each other? Have you thought about that?”

I hadn’t. Well, I had, but not in ways I wanted to admit to my friends.

“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it, I mumbled.

“That bridge might be a lot closer than you think,” Ariana said with a knowing smile. “Chemistry like that doesn’t stay bottled up forever.”

I took another sip of wine, avoiding their eyes. The truth was, I’d already had several moments with Alexander where my resolve had nearly crumbled. His scent, his touch, the way his voice dropped when we were alone…

“Can we please talk about something else?” I pleaded. “Anything else?”

“Fine,” Emilia conceded. “But just remember, Ryan the Rat doesn’t deserve another second of your mental energy. That bastard lost all rights to influence your future when he decided to screw Sophia at her own party.”

“On her dresser,” Claire added with disgust.

“While you were downstairs waiting for drinks,” Ariana finished.

I winced at the memory. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“We’re just saying,” Emilia continued, “don’t let what that jerk did hold you back from something potentially amazing.”

“Or someone potentially amazing,” Claire added with a wink.

“Alexander Carter is my boss,” I reminded them, conveniently leaving out the small detail about our contractual

arrangement.

“Who you’re dating,” Ariana pointed out. “Which makes the whole situation ten times hotter.”

I felt my cheeks flush. “You guys are impossible.”

“We’re your friends,” Emilia corrected. “And we want you to be happy.”

laid,” Claire

I spluttered, nearly choking

few weeks

don’t measure our happiness by our sex

happiness and good sex

saving me from having to respond. I gratefully accepted

of wine.

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Chapter 67

her glass. “And leaving cheating exes in the dust where

felt a wave of affection for these women. Despite their

a sip, “if we can’t talk about Alexander, what should we discuss? My

grateful for the subject change.

seat, letting the conversation flow around me. For a blessed twenty minutes, no one mentioned

Until Emilia’s phone buzzed.

god, she gasped, staring at the

we all asked in

red dress from Alexander’s collection, looking up at him as we exited some restaurant. His hand

taken?” Ariana asked, squinting at

I sighed. “We

at Spago and didn’t

wasn’t a big

the most powerful men

taking things slow,” I

Ariana observed, zooming in. “He looks like he wants to

phone away. “Can we please stop analyzing my love

dramatically. “But only because

“Thank you.”

you’ll tell us

my eyes. “You’re

persistent,” she grinned.

hands shot up, including mine. As Emilia flagged down our waitress, I felt my phone buzz in my purse. Probably Alexander, checking in

leaning forward conspiratorially, “now that we’ve agreed not to talk about your steamy CEO situation, can we at least discuss what happened with Ryan? Has he