The CEO's Contractual Wife

“I’ve taken the liberty of organizing your calendar for the rest of the week,” he said, showing me his tablet. “You have a department meeting tomorrow at 10, a budget review at 2, and a check–in with Michelle on Friday about the Thompson project.”

“Impressive,” I admitted. “What about today?”

“Clear except for a 4:30 call with HR about your benefits package.”

“Perfect. After that call, I’d like you to set up a team meeting for tomorrow afternoon. I need to assemble a group for the Thompson project.”

“Any specific people in mind?”

I rattled off a list of names from different departments, digital, creative, analytics, and PR, that I wanted on my team. Dylan’s fingers flew across his tablet as he took notes.

“And I’ll need access to the executive marketing servers,” I added.

“Already requested.” He smiled. “It should be set up by tomorrow morning.”

“You’re good at this,” I said, genuinely impressed.

“That’s the idea.” He stood, adjusting his impeccably tailored blazer. “Anything else before I head down to prepare for the team meeting?”

“That’s all for now. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

After Dylan left, I returned to the Thompson brief, jotting down ideas for their new brand positioning. The work absorbed me completely until my phone buzzed with a calendar notification for the HR call.

The call was brief and straightforward, updating my benefits package to reflect my new position. After hanging up, I returned to my notes, determined to get a rough concept outline before leaving.

I worked steadily for another hour, lost in the creative process. The office gradually quieted as people filtered out for the day. I was sketching a potential logo redesign when I felt a presence at my door.

Looking up, I saw Alexander leaning against the doorframe, his tie loosened and jacket draped over one arm. He’d rolled up his shirt sleeves, exposing muscular forearms that reminded me of how easily he’d lifted me against him during our honeymoon.

“Working late already, Mrs. Carter?” he asked, his voice low and rich.

“I was just wrapping up,” I said, setting down my pen. “Lost track of time.”

He stepped into my office, closing the door behind him. “How was your first day as Senior

my chair. “Michelle put me in charge of the

eyebrows rose. “That’s a major

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something real to talk about when I

hands settled on my shoulders, thumbs pressing into the knots that had formed after

will succeed,” he murmured. “You’re brilliant at

unable to resist leaning into his touch. “I think that’s the first

me.”

given you plenty of sincere compliments,” he countered, his thumbs working deeper into my tense muscles. “Most of them were just about

I scolded, but

my arms. “Ready to go home? I thought we should celebrate your

you have in

one of LA’s most exclusive restaurants.

“It’s already six. We should

thoughts exactly.” He stepped back, allowing me to gather my things. “I have a surprise for

surprise?” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re

no idea,” he murmured, guiding me toward the door with his hand at the

with Alexander telling me about his day and the board meeting. I found myself genuinely interested in the company politics he described, asking questions about

particularly hostile today,” he said as we pulled through the gates. “She kept suggesting the

ruining her chances at controlling the

in the garage. “Or she won’t. Either way, she’s not

the house was quiet and peaceful. I kicked off my

his tie.

teased. “Because I might need

laughed. “Not quite.

made my way upstairs to our bedroom. When I opened the door, I gasped. Laid out across our

slowly, running my fingers over the fabrics. Silk, chiffon, beaded embellishments, all in different