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

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

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

you for tonight,” I said softly. “All of it. The fancy dinner, the view… even humoring my diner

his expression serious in the dim

should do it more often

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

us crackled with tension. I leaned toward him, drawn

me sending a shiver down

replied,

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 fabric

against my

estate like shadows, his hand firmly clasping mine, guiding me. The

the room in soft golden light.

here,” he

His fingers traced the curve of

fucking beautiful you are?”

hungry and demanding. His hands found my waist, pulling me against him until I could feel every hard line of his body. The thin fabric

his fingers finding the

leaving mine. When the last button gave way, he pushed

running his fingers along the

the floor in a whisper of silk. His hands moved to

a bit overdressed,” I managed to

help with

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