The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 68

“I need another drink,” I announced, draining the last of my wine. The warmth of the alcohol was helping me forget my problems, at least temporarily.

“Coming right up,” Emilia waved at the bartender. “Hey! Another round over here!”

Claire leaned forward, her words slightly slurred. “So what’s the plan for this weekend? Any fancy dates with Mr. CEO?”

I groaned. “I thought we agreed not to talk about Alexander.”

“No, you agreed,” Ariana corrected with a smirk. “We just nodded politely.”

“You guys are the worst friends ever,” I laughed, reaching for my newly arrived wine glass.

“The best,” Emilia corrected. “We’re the best friends ever because we care enough to be nosy about your love life.”

I was about to respond when a woman stumbled toward our table, drink sloshing in her hand. Before I could move, she crashed into me, her red cocktail splashing across my emerald top.

“Oh my god!” I gasped, jumping up as the cold liquid soaked through the silk.

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“Oops,” the woman said, her voice carrying no trace of actual remorse. She was maybe twenty–eight or thirty, expensively dressed with perfectly highlighted hair. “So sorry about that.”

I grabbed a napkin and frantically dabbed at the growing stain. “It’s fine.” I said automatically, even as I watched the red liquid seep into the delicate fabric.

“Is it?” The woman’s eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down. “That’s a cute little top. Probably from what, H&M? Target?”

Emilia stood up beside me. “Excuse me, do we know you?”

The woman ignored her, focusing on me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. “You’re Olivia Morgan, right? Alexander Carter’s latest… acquisition.”

don’t know what

all over social media. Alexander’s mysterious new girlfriend.”

murmured, “do you know this

my head, still trying to salvage

woman’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Of course you haven’t. Alexander

I stopped

of them. Wines and dines you, makes you

who you are, but you need to back

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out a crisp

even that much. Forever 21 clearance rack?” She tilted her head, examining me.

stared at the money, heat rising to my face. “I don’t want

Alexander’s money,” she shrugged. “God knows he’s spent enough

her, equally polished with a sleek blonde bob and calculating

with disdain. “How much is he paying you to

beside me. “Okay, that’s

I said, finding my voice. “And who the hell are

blonde raised a perfectly

the table and held it out. “I don’t need your money. Take it

I crumpled it and

stepping closer. “You have no idea who you’re dealing

“Enlighten me,” I challenged.

say I was in your position not too long ago. The fancy dinners,

How did she know about the

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