The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 112

Olivia

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I stared out the jet window as Los Angeles sprawled beneath us, the city glittering like scattered diamonds against the dusk. The pilot announced our descent, and I reluctantly pulled myself away from the view, turning to Alexander.

“Back to reality,” I sighed, stretching in my seat.

Alexander looked up from his laptop. “Not a fan of the real world?”

“Not when the alternative is a private island with infinity pools and a personal chef.”

“We can go back anytime,” he said, closing his laptop. “Just say the word.”

The jet touched down with barely a bump, taxiing to a private hangar where a black Escalade waited on the tarmac. Alexander’s driver greeted us with a professional nod, taking our luggage and stowing it in the trunk.

“Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. Carter.”

Mrs. Carter. The title still felt foreign, like someone else’s name tag that had accidentally been pinned to my shirt.

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The drive to Alexander’s penthouse was quiet, and both of us were tired from travel. I watched familiar landmarks pass by: palm trees silhouetted against the sunset, billboards advertising the latest blockbusters, and cars inching along in the eternal LA traffic.

“You’re quiet,” Alexander observed, his hand finding mine in the darkness of the backseat.

“Just tired,” I said, letting my head rest against his shoulder. “And maybe a little sad the honeymoon’s over.”

His thumb traced circles on my palm. “Who says it has to be?”

I smiled despite my exhaustion. “Pretty sure your grandfather expects you back at work tomorrow.”

“Probably,” he conceded. “But nights are still ours.”

When we arrived at the penthouse, I headed straight for the shower while Alexander dealt with our luggage. The hot water soothed my travel–stiff muscles, washing away the airplane staleness.

1 emerged wrapped in a towel to find Alexander sprawled on the bed, eyes closed. For a moment, I thought he was asleep, but then he spoke without opening his eyes.

“Feel better?”

through my overnight bag

a minute,” he murmured. “Just resting

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which hung to mid thigh on me. By the time

I tucked a blanket around him and padded to the kitchen.

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glanced at the time. Only 7:30. I could still make it

Just landed. Can be there by 9. Alexander’s

the CEO sleeping beauty and come

quick confirmation, then scribbled a note for Alexander in case he woke up before

soft sweater,

the sidewalk. I spotted Emilia, Claire, and

crowed, jumping up to hug me. “Without her groom,

sliding into an empty chair. “Fell asleep as soon as

an eyebrow. “So it’s ‘home‘ now, not

my cheeks warm.

Ariana pushed a glass of wine toward me. “We ordered for

a long sip before answering. “It was incredible. The island

the island,” Emilia leaned

hissed, glancing around to make

run off with Alexander Carter to a private

will,” I said primly.

private,”

eyes. “You guys are

said, raising her glass. “To Olivia’s mystery honeymoon. May

for twenty blissful minutes, the attention shifted from my

Until Emilia circled back.

said, refilling my wine glass.

knowing they wouldn’t let up. “Fine. The island was incredible. Private

attentive.”