The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 90

Olivia

I lay in the darkness, acutely aware of his presence beside me. Despite the enormous bed, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I shifted, trying to get comfortable.

“Can’t sleep?” his voice came through the darkness.

“Just adjusting,” I replied. “It’s a new bed.”

“And a new husband,” he added, a smile in his voice.

“That too.”

Would it help if I moved to one of the guest rooms?”

The offer surprised me. “No, that’s… It’s fine. We’re adults. We can share a bed.”

Just because we can doesn’t mean we should,” he said. “I meant what I said on the plane. I can be patient.”

rolled onto my side to face him, though I could barely make out his silhouette in the dark. “Why did you really bring me here, Alexander? The whole island to ourselves, this massive bedroom… it feels like you expected more than sleep.”

I hoped,” he admitted. “But I didn’t expect. There’s a difference.”

What exactly did you hope for?”

felt him shift closer, his voice dropping lower. “I hoped you might realize how compatible we could be. In all ways.”

My heart pounded as his hand found mine under the covers. “This is moving very fast.”

‘We’re already married,” he pointed out. “Hard to move faster than that.”

I laughed despite myself. “You know what I mean.”

His thumb traced circles on my palm, sending shivers up my arm. “I do. And I’ll respect whatever pace you set. But I won’t pretend I don’t want you.”

time to adjust to all this. The wedding, the contract, being Mrs.

once before releasing it. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow we can

whispered,

“For what?”

“Not pushing.”

told you, I can be patient. Especially when the reward is worth

compliment warmed me as I closed my eyes, exhaustion finally overtaking

streaming through the massive windows and the sound of waves crashing against the

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where I was, the unfamiliar surroundings disorienting

I remembered:

the bed empty, the sheets cool to

was even more spectacular; endless blue ocean meeting an equally blue

my teeth, I changed into shorts and a t–shirt from the carefully stocked closet and went in search of my

in board shorts, drinking coffee while reviewing something on his tablet. He looked up

Alexander said, his voice warm and inviting. “Sleep

the defined muscles catching the morning sunlight. “Better than expected. The bed

being a Carter,” he said with a slight smirk,

‘God, yes. Please.”

cup from the silver carafe on

taking the cup and sitting in the chair beside him.

chef to prepare a

I shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course,

in incorporating local ingredients.” Alexander

cue, a man in crisp white appeared at the terrace entrance. “Breakfast is served,

stood, offering me his

took it, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine as he led me to a different section of the terrace where

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