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.”

adjust to all

he said, squeezing my hand once before releasing it. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow we can

I whispered, grateful

“For what?”

“Not pushing.”

than saw his smile. “I told you, I can be patient. Especially

me as I closed my eyes, exhaustion finally

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

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I forgot where I was, the

remembered: honeymoon.

turned to find his side of the bed empty, the sheets cool to the touch. He’d

the panorama was even more spectacular; endless blue ocean meeting

teeth, I changed into shorts and a t–shirt from the carefully stocked

board shorts, drinking coffee while reviewing

voice warm and inviting.

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

he said with a slight smirk, setting his tablet down.

‘God, yes. Please.”

a cup from the silver carafe on

said, taking the cup and sitting in the chair beside him. The coffee was perfect, rich and smooth without being

leaning back in his chair. “I told the chef to prepare a little of everything. Wasn’t sure what you’d be

a chef here?” I shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course, Alexander Carter

ingredients.” Alexander sipped

white appeared

stood, offering me his hand. “Shall

led me to a different section of the terrace where an

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