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

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

and silent. Alexander turned off the engine, but neither

of it. The fancy

you for reminding me there’s life outside of work.” He turned to face me, his expression serious in the dim light. “I haven’t had that much fun in… I can’t remember how

should do it more

that.” His hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from my face, his touch lingering. “I’d

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

whispered, his nickname for me sending a

replied,

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

Alexander whispered against my lips, his voice husky with

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

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

he

fingers traced the curve of my cheek, sliding down to my neck, leaving

you know how fucking beautiful

His hands found my waist, pulling me against him until I could feel

his fingers finding the

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

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

letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of silk.

bit overdressed,” I managed to say,

me help

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