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

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

the house stood dark and silent. Alexander turned off the engine, but neither of us

of it. The fancy

me, his expression serious in the dim light. “I haven’t had that much

it

brush a strand of hair

air between us crackled with tension. I leaned toward him,

he whispered, his nickname for me sending a shiver down my

replied, just

the overlook, 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

inside,” Alexander whispered against my lips, his voice husky

form words as he opened my door. We moved through the darkened estate like shadows, his hand firmly clasping

reached the bedroom, Alexander flicked on a single lamp, bathing the room in soft golden light. He

here,” he

my ribs. His fingers traced the curve of my cheek, sliding down to my neck, leaving trails of heat

know how fucking

against him until I could feel every hard line of his body. The thin fabric of my blouse

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

slowness, his eyes never leaving mine. When the last button gave way, he pushed the fabric

his fingers along the edge

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

managed to

me help with

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