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

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

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

you for tonight,” I said softly. “All of it. The fancy dinner, the

turned to face me, his expression serious in

should do it more

His hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from my

us crackled with tension. I leaned toward him,

his nickname for me sending

I replied, just as

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

my lips, his

to form words as he opened my door. We moved through the darkened estate like shadows, his hand firmly clasping mine, guiding me. The only sound was our breathing and the soft

soft golden light.

he commanded

traced the curve of my cheek, sliding down to

how fucking beautiful you

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

Alexander murmured, his fingers

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

breathed, running his fingers along the

my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of silk. His hands moved to my

overdressed,” I managed to say, my fingers

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