The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 188

Olivia

I woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and the smell of coffee. Alexander’s side of the bed was empty but still warm. I stretched, feeling the lingering stiffness in my muscles from the tension of the previous night.

After a quick shower, I wrapped myself in a plush robe and ventured downstairs in search of coffee. I found Alexander in the kitchen, dressed in suit pants and a crisp white shirt, his laptop open on the counter.

“Morning,” I said, making a beeline for the coffee pot.

He looked up, his eyes softening at the sight of me. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than expected.” I poured myself a generous cup and added cream. “Any news about our mystery leaver?”

Alexander shook his head. “Nothing concrete yet. The partial plate number narrows it down, but we need more to pinpoint exactly who it was.”

“And the fingerprints?”

“Being processed. If there are any clear ones, we’ll know by this afternoon.”

I nodded, leaning against the counter as I sipped my coffee. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“Business as usual,” Alexander replied, closing his laptop. “I’ve got meetings until two, then a conference call with London. You?”

“I’m busy too, just office stuff. Thompson project, team meetings,” I replied. “Marketing doesn’t run itself, you know.”

Alexander nodded, setting his mug down. “Alright. Should be a standard day. Want to grab lunch later?”

“Can’t.” I shook my head, picking up my own coffee. “I promised Nova I’d review her copy for the new campaign. Rain check?”

on my shoulders, thumbs working small circles into the knots that had formed overnight. “Of course. Dinner, then.

eyes drifting closed. “Mmm, that feels

my arms, one arm circling my waist while the other brushed my hair aside. His

about last night?” he

admitted, my voice huskier than intended. “It was

arms, his eyes dark with something that made my

warming at the memory of how we’d channeled our

his gaze dropping to my mouth. “I prefer

coffee forgotten, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing closer as his tongue swept into my mouth. His hands slid down my back to my hips, gripping firmly as he deepened the

when he finally pulled away, his

we don’t stop now,” he said, his

I asked, running my fingers through

tempt me. I have a board meeting

sighed dramatically, stepping back. “Responsible adults,

chuckled, pressing one more quick kiss

Despite the unsettling events of the previous night, I felt strangely at peace. Whatever that note meant, whatever threats might be lurking, at

calls. By three o’clock, my eyes burned from staring at presentation slides, and

called, straightening in

in his tailored suit, though his expression softened when his

a minute?” he asked, closing the door behind

you? Maybe thirty seconds,” I teased,

“Security turned up nothing useful from the note. No clear fingerprints, and the

settling in my stomach despite

definitely a woman. Height and build consistent with Victoria, but we can’t confirm identity with the hat and angle.”

So my number one suspect remains my number one

for now. If it happens again, we’ll have