The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 181

After we finished our meal, Alexander insisted on leaving a tip that probably exceeded Dottie’s weekly salary. Back in his car, I felt pleasantly full and oddly content.

“Admit it,” I said as we pulled back onto the road. “That was better than any five–star restaurant dessert.”

“It had its charms.” His hand found mine on the console between us. “Especially the company.”

“Smooth talker.”

“Just honest.” He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “I like seeing different sides of you, Olivia.”

“Even when I’m stealing your fries?”

“Especially then.”

We drove through the quiet streets of Los Angeles, the city transformed in the small hours of the morning. There was something magical about being awake while the world slept, like we were sharing a secret.

“Can I ask you something personal?” I ventured as we turned onto the coast road.

“Of course.”

“Before everything… us… what did you really want in life?”

Alexander was quiet for a moment, thinking. “Success, I suppose. To prove myself worthy of the Carter name.”

“And now?”

He glanced at me, his expression softening. “Now I’m learning there might be more to life than quarterly reports and board meetings.”

“Like midnight burgers?”

burgers with

chest. It wasn’t a declaration of love; neither of us was ready

at the estate, the house stood dark and silent. Alexander

“All of it.

He turned to face me, his expression

do it more often

strand of hair from

us crackled with tension. I leaned toward him,

whispered, his nickname for me sending a shiver

I replied, just

a gentle kiss that quickly deepened. Unlike our earlier kisses at the overlook, this wasn’t fueled by urgent desire but something quieter, more profound. His hand cradled my face like I was

inside,” Alexander whispered against my

estate like shadows, his hand firmly clasping mine, guiding

soft golden light. He turned to me, his eyes dark with desire, and I felt my

he

His fingers traced the curve of my cheek, sliding down

how fucking beautiful you

and demanding. His hands found my waist, pulling me against him until I could feel every hard line of his body. The thin fabric of my blouse did nothing to disguise the heat

you,” Alexander murmured, his fingers finding the buttons of

undid each button with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving mine. When the last button gave way,

fingers along the edge of the

wherever his fingers trailed. He slid the blouse from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of silk. His hands

to say, my fingers fumbling with his

me help

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