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

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

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

of it. The fancy dinner, the

life outside of work.” He turned to face me, his expression serious in the dim light. “I haven’t had that much fun

it more often

that.” His hand reached up to brush a strand of

crackled with tension. I leaned toward him, drawn by some invisible

his nickname for me sending

replied,

by urgent desire but something quieter, more profound. His hand cradled my face like I was something precious, and

Alexander whispered against my lips, his voice

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

bedroom, Alexander flicked on a single lamp, bathing the room in soft golden light. He turned to me, his eyes dark with desire, and I felt my breath

he commanded

my heart hammering against my ribs. His fingers traced the curve of my cheek, sliding down to my

know how fucking beautiful you

him until I could

you,” Alexander murmured, his fingers finding the buttons of my blouse. “All of

his eyes never leaving mine. When the

he breathed, running his fingers along the edge of the

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

managed to say, my fingers fumbling with his

me help with

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