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.”

guiding the Aston Martin into his reserved space. As we walked

Alexander asked as the

“What big day?”

of course. You are now officially Senior Marketing

skipped. Despite knowing this was part of our arrangement, the

“The paperwork is already processed. Your new office

a private office?” I couldn’t hide

He smirked. “Did you think I’d keep my

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

secretary called. “The board

credentials to her new office immediately Alexander’s tone was all business, but

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

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

in this role first,” I replied,

a freshly printed nameplate: OLIVIA CARTER,

spacious office with floor–to–ceiling windows overlooking downtown Los Angeles. The modern desk faced the impressive view, and

mine?” I whispered, stepping

my reaction. “The IT department has already set up your computer with the necessary access. Your assistant

get an assistant too?” My voice squeaked

“I need to get

nodded, still absorbing the reality of my new

closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. “How

in mind?” I asked,

in your new corner

hardly an appropriate

now, Mrs. Carter.” He brushed his lips against mine in a kiss that was far too brief. “Think about