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

through my chest. It wasn’t a declaration of love; neither of us was ready for that, but it felt

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

of it. The fancy dinner, the view…

of work.” He turned to face me, his expression serious in

do it more

brush a strand of hair from my

air between us crackled with tension. I

for me sending a shiver down my

I replied,

deepened. Unlike our earlier kisses at the overlook, this wasn’t fueled by urgent desire but something quieter, more profound. His

inside,” Alexander whispered against my lips,

through the darkened estate like shadows, his hand firmly clasping mine, guiding me. The only sound was

flicked on a single lamp, bathing the room in soft golden light. He turned

he

ribs. His fingers traced the curve of my cheek,

know how fucking beautiful you

pulling me against him until I could feel every hard line of his body. The thin fabric of my blouse did nothing

his fingers

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

breathed, running his fingers along the edge of the lace.

slid the blouse from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor

a bit overdressed,” I managed to say,

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