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.”

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

big day?” Alexander

“What big day?”

You are now officially Senior

arrangement,

a hint of pride. “The paperwork is already

a private office?” I couldn’t hide

think I’d keep my wife in a

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elevator doors opened, and we stepped into the reception area of the executive floor. Several heads turned, curious eyes following us as Alexander guided me with his hand at

his secretary called. “The board is

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

as she looked at me, but

wing. Not the corner office yet, but give it time.” He winked. “Work your magic like you did during that presentation, and

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

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

windows overlooking downtown Los Angeles. The modern desk faced the impressive

mine?” I

“The IT department has

an assistant too?”

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

still absorbing the reality

closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. “How about we celebrate your promotion

did you have in mind?” I

thought I might christen that gorgeous desk with you beneath me, making you moan my name while I take you right here in your new corner

rushed through my body. “That’s hardly an

against mine in a kiss that was far too brief. “Think about that while you’re settling