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.”

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

for your big day?” Alexander

“What big day?”

course. You are now officially

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

Alexander’s voice held a hint of pride. “The paperwork is already

a private office?”

course.” He smirked. “Did you think

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Chapter 124

of the executive floor. Several heads turned, curious eyes following

Carter,” his secretary called. “The

Carter’s access card and security credentials to her new office immediately Alexander’s tone was all business, but the possessive way he said “Mrs.

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

to visit before. “Your office is in the marketing executive wing. Not the corner office yet, but give it time.” He winked. “Work your magic like you did during that presentation, and you might find yourself in a great

this role first,” I replied, trying to sound confident rather

door with a freshly printed nameplate: OLIVIA CARTER, SENIOR MARKETING

a spacious office with floor–to–ceiling windows overlooking downtown Los Angeles. The modern desk faced the impressive view, and sleek bookshelves lined one wall.

mine?” I

the doorframe, watching my reaction. “The IT department has already set up

too?” My

in Creative, but yes.” He checked his watch. “I need to get to my meeting. Will you be

the

voice dropping to a murmur. “How about

you have in mind?” I asked, my

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

hardly an appropriate

a door that locks now, Mrs. Carter.” He brushed his lips against mine