The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 113

Olivia

Two hours and several drinks later, Claire and Ariana announced they needed to leave.

“Early meeting tomorrow,” Claire explained, gathering her purse. “Some of us don’t get to take off for tropical honeymoons.”

“Rub it in,” Ariana grumbled good–naturedly. “I haven’t had a day off in weeks.”

After hugs and promises to meet up again soon, they left, leaving just Emilia and me at the table.

“So,” she said, sipping her cocktail. “Now that the others are gone, tell me the truth. How’s married life really treating you?”

I traced the rim of my wine glass. “It’s different from what I expected.”

“Good different or bad different?”

“Just different.” I struggled to find the right words. “Alexander is not who I thought he was.”

“Most men aren’t,” Emilia said sagely. “The question is whether the reality is better or worse than the expectation.”

I thought about Alexander, his intensity, his surprising moments of tenderness, the way he’d looked at me under the stars on the island.

“Better,” 1 admitted. “Different, but better.”

“Good,” Emilia nodded. “After the Ryan disaster, you deserve better.”

The mention of Ryan sent a familiar pang through me, but it was duller now, more distant. “Have you heard from him?”

“He tried to corner me at the grocery store last week,” Emilia rolled her eyes. “Wanted to know if you were really married or if it was just social media bullshit.”

“What did you tell him?”

“To fuck off and die,” she said cheerfully. “Then I asked if his dick had fallen off from whatever STD Sophia gave him.”

I burst out laughing. “You didn’t.”

“I absolutely did,” she confirmed. “The look on his face was priceless.”

“God, I love you,” I said, still chuckling.

“Love you too, which is why I need to ask…” She leaned forward, suddenly serious. “Are you really okay? This whole whirlwind romance and marriage, it’s not like you.”

I met her gaze steadily. “I’m okay, Em. Really.”

“Promise? Because if he’s pressuring you or moving too fast-”

“He’s not,” I interrupted. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

then nodded. “Okay. I believe you. But if

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the first to know,” I

glass. “Now, back to the important

I laughed, shaking my

question. Man’s got

not discussing my husband’s… dimensions

at least tell me if he knows

felt my cheeks burn. “He knows what he’s

eats pussy

in my hands. “Can we

give me something,” she

a

woman does. Where do you think I go during boring

make sure no one

Emilia leaned forward eagerly.

hands,” I said, feeling my cheeks flush at the memory. “And he likes

knew it,” Emilia sat back, looking smug. “He’s

“I didn’t say that.”

didn’t have to.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “He definitely ties you to the bed,

are not having this

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last of her drink. “Alright, alright. But be safe, okay? Those fancy CEO

said, straightening up and smoothing my

male voice

beside our table, martini in hand and a familiar smirk playing

him with exaggerated formality.

I’ve told you before, it’s James to you

to our first encounter a few weeks ago in this

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round!” Claire had announced, returning from the bathroom. “The bartender is

every bartender,” I laughed, finishing my

always true,” she defended herself. “Men who can make a

that scientific?” Ariana asked, eyebrow

solemnly. “Studies have been done. Very

into her drink. “By who? Cosmo

were all laughing when a tall figure appeared at our table, casting a

he said, voice smooth as velvet. “I couldn’t help noticing you from across