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 to the elevator, I felt people watching, whispers following in

Alexander asked

“What big day?”

course. You are now officially Senior Marketing

Despite knowing this was part of our arrangement, the reality of

a hint of pride. “The paperwork

private office?” I

“Did you think I’d keep my wife in

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into the reception area of the executive floor. Several heads turned, curious eyes following us

called. “The board is

bring Mrs. 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.

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

wing. Not the corner office yet, but give it time.” He winked.

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

outside a door with a freshly printed

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. A small conference

is mine?” I whispered,

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

an assistant too?” My voice squeaked

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

still absorbing the reality

to a murmur. “How about we celebrate

you have in mind?” I asked, my

you beneath me, making you moan my name while I take you right here in your new corner office,” he whispered, his

hardly an appropriate

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