The CEO's Contractual Wife

My stomach clenched as I stared at Ryan’s name flashing on my screen, my finger hovering over the answer button.

“Who is it?” Alexander asked, his eyes briefly flicking from the road,

“No one important,” I muttered, rejecting the call with a swipe. The screen went dark, and I shoved the phone back into my purse.

Alexander’s eyebrow arched. “Didn’t look like ‘no one important‘ from your expression.”

“It was Ryan.” The admission felt like acid in my mouth.

“Your ex? The one who fucked your friend at her birthday party?”

I winced at his bluntness. “Yes, that Ryan.”

“What the fuck does he want?”

“I have no idea. And I don’t care.” I turned to look out the window, watching the Los Angeles scenery blur past. “He’s likely regretting his mistake after seeing me all over social media with you.”

Alexander’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. “If he bothers you-”

“He won’t,” I interrupted. “I can handle Ryan.”

“I’m sure you can,” Alexander said, his voice softening slightly. “But you don’t have to handle him alone anymore.”

The sentiment was unexpectedly sweet, making my chest tighten. I reached over and squeezed his thigh. “Thanks.”

“For what?” He shot me a quick glance.

“For being on my side.”

A small smile played at the corner of his mouth. “Always, Liv.”

parking garage at Carter Enterprises, Alexander guiding the Aston Martin into his reserved space. As we walked

big day?” Alexander asked as the elevator

“What big day?”

are now

part of our arrangement, the reality of it hit me differently now.

held a hint of pride. “The paperwork is already processed. Your new office

office?” I

think I’d keep my wife in a

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of the executive floor. Several heads turned, curious eyes following us as Alexander guided me with his

Mr. Carter,” his secretary called. “The board is

Carter’s access card and security credentials to her new office immediately Alexander’s

widened slightly as she looked at me, but her professional demeanor never slipped.

office yet, but give it time.” He

prove myself in this role first,” I replied, trying to sound confident

door with a freshly printed nameplate:

floor–to–ceiling windows overlooking downtown Los Angeles. The modern desk faced the impressive view, and sleek bookshelves lined one wall. A small conference table with four chairs occupied the

mine?” I

department has already set up your computer with the necessary access.

an assistant too?” My voice squeaked

Markus in Creative, but yes.” He checked his watch. “I need to get

absorbing the reality

a murmur. “How about we celebrate

in mind?” I asked, my mouth

that gorgeous desk with you beneath me, making you moan my name while I take you right here in your new corner office,” he whispered, his eyes darkening with desire. “Maybe leave you with something to

my body. “That’s hardly an appropriate

a door that locks now, Mrs. Carter.” He brushed his lips against mine in a kiss that was far too