The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 80

Olivia

“Your grandmother is surprisingly nice,” I said, perched on the edge of his couch.

“Margaret’s always had good instincts about people.” Alexander loosened his tie, the simple action drawing my attention to his strong hands. “She liked you.”

“Victoria definitely didn’t.”

“Victoria doesn’t like anyone who threatens her plans. He sat beside me, close enough that our knees almost touched. “Don’t take it personally.”

I took another sip of whiskey, letting the alcohol calm my nerves. “So what’s next?”

Alexander’s eyebrow arched. “Sleep, unless you had something else in mind?”

Heat rushed to my face. “That’s not what I meant. I meant what’s next before the marriage? We’ve met your family, and then what?”

“We need to meet your family,” he said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “I was thinking we could have the wedding in a few weeks. It would be a small ceremony, just close family and friends”

“Okay,” I replied, the reality of our situation hitting me anew. In a few weeks, I would be Mrs. Carter, at least on paper.

Alexander set his empty glass on the coffee table and turned to face me fully. “You seem tense.”

“Meeting your family was intense.” I finished my drink and placed it next to his. “Your grandfather is something else.”

you,” Alexander said, surprising

me a ‘fine young

curved into a genuine smile. “He’s not exactly effusive

the evening, pretending to be in love with Alexander, fending off

said softly.

vote of confidence,”

his thumb tracing circles on my palm.

cower or overreact.”

tried to ignore how good his touch felt. “Your

what she

on my palm, each sweep sending tingles up my arm. I should pull away. This wasn’t part of our agreement, these casual

said finally, his

suddenly nervous about sharing

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Chapter 80

first,” I said,

“The closet is all

closet room, flipping on the light. The space still overwhelmed me with its boutique–like organization

My fingers traced over the delicate fabric, finally selecting a simple navy blue set with shorts and

The emerald set I’d worn earlier was beautiful but definitely not made for

face and brushed my teeth. The face wash smelled expensive and probably contained ingredients I couldn’t

slipped out of the dress and carefully hung it up, then removed the lingerie, folding it neatly on the counter. Naked, I caught my reflection in the mirror and paused. My nipples had hardened in the cool air, my breasts

shorts and buttoning up

was already in bed, shirtless with the covers pulled to his waist. The