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?”

midnight burgers

sent warmth spreading through my chest. It wasn’t a declaration of love; neither of

back at the estate, the house stood dark and silent. Alexander turned off the engine,

of it.

face me, his expression serious in the dim light.

it more often

hand reached up to brush a strand of

I leaned

me sending a shiver

I replied, just as

this wasn’t fueled by urgent desire but something quieter, more profound. His hand cradled my face like I was something precious, and I melted into him, my fingers curling into the

go inside,” Alexander whispered against my lips,

the darkened estate like shadows, his hand firmly

soft golden light.

here,” he

the curve

you know how fucking beautiful

found my waist, pulling me against him until I could feel every hard

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

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

fingers along the edge of the

trailed. He slid the blouse from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of silk. His hands moved to my pants next, unbuttoning them

to say, my fingers fumbling with his

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