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.”

get laid,” Claire

nearly choking

weeks since

us don’t measure our happiness

conceded. “But happiness

drinks, saving me from having to respond. I gratefully accepted my fresh

of wine.

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Chapter 67

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

wave of affection for these women. Despite their

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

the

role, and I relaxed into my seat, letting the

Until Emilia’s phone buzzed.

gasped, staring

all

media post. There I was, in the red dress from Alexander’s collection, looking up at him as we exited some restaurant. His hand rested possessively on my lower back, and the caption read:

this taken?” Ariana asked, squinting

“We had

and didn’t tell us?”

a big

most powerful men

things slow,”

Ariana observed, zooming in. “He looks

away. “Can we please stop

sighed dramatically. “But

“Thank you.”

I know you’ll tell

rolled my eyes. “You’re

grinned. “Now, who needs another

buzz in my purse. Probably Alexander, checking

we’ve agreed not to talk about your steamy CEO situation, can we at least discuss what happened with Ryan?