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.”

moment, then nodded. “Okay. I believe

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first to know,” I

glass. “Now, back to the important stuff. Is his dick as big as his

I laughed, shaking

Man’s got a

not discussing my husband’s… dimensions

he knows

burn. “He knows what

pussy like a

my face in my hands. “Can we please change

something,” she insisted. “One detail. For my fantasy

a fantasy

woman does. Where do you think

make sure no one was

Emilia leaned forward eagerly.

feeling my cheeks flush at the memory. “And he

it,” Emilia sat back,

“I didn’t say that.”

her eyebrows. “He definitely ties you to

not

25%

alright. But be safe, okay? Those fancy CEO types can be

handling myself,” I said, straightening up and smoothing

what?” A deep male voice

my eyes widening as I looked up to find James Westbrook standing beside

Westbrook,” Emilia greeted him with exaggerated formality. “Fancy

leaving mine. “Please, I’ve told you before,

encounter a few weeks ago

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Claire had announced, returning from the

every bartender,”

it’s always true,” she defended herself. “Men who can make

scientific?” Ariana

“Studies have

her drink.

when a tall figure appeared at our table, casting a shadow over our

me,” he said, voice smooth as velvet. “I couldn’t help