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.”

at Carter Enterprises, Alexander guiding the Aston Martin into his reserved space. As we walked to the elevator, I felt people watching, whispers

your big day?” Alexander

“What big day?”

of course. You are now officially Senior

knowing this was part of our arrangement, the reality of

of pride. “The paperwork

private office?” I couldn’t

course.” He smirked. “Did you think I’d keep my wife in

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

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

to her new office immediately Alexander’s tone was all business, but the possessive way he said “Mrs. Carter”

looked at me, but her professional demeanor never slipped. “Right

before. “Your office is in the marketing executive wing. Not the corner office yet, but give it time.” He winked. “Work your

prove myself in this role first,” I replied, trying

door with a freshly printed nameplate: OLIVIA CARTER, SENIOR

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

I

“The IT department has

an assistant too?” My voice

“I need to get to my meeting. Will you be okay finding your

nodded, still absorbing the reality

voice dropping to a

did you have in mind?” I

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 remember every time you sit in that

hardly an appropriate workplace conversation, Mr.

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