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?”

counter, standing behind me. His hands settled on my shoulders, thumbs working small circles into the knots that had

eyes drifting closed. “Mmm, that feels good. And dinner

my hair aside. His

night?” he

my voice huskier

with something that made my pulse quicken. “Which part? The

checks warming at the memory of

lip, his gaze dropping to my

in a kiss that started gentle but quickly intensified. My 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

when he finally pulled away,

he said, his voice rough, “we’ll be

asked, running my fingers through his

I have a board meeting in

sighed dramatically, stepping

kiss to

of the previous night, I felt

series of meetings and phone calls. By three o’clock, my eyes burned from staring at presentation slides, and my hand

I called, straightening in my

powerful CEO in his tailored suit, though his expression softened when

minute?” he asked,

seconds,” I teased, setting aside my pen.

close enough that I could smell his cologne. “Security turned up nothing useful from the note. No clear fingerprints,

I said, disappointment settling in my stomach despite having expected

exactly nothing. The security footage shows it was definitely a woman. Height and build consistent with Victoria, but we can’t confirm identity with

my number one suspect remains my number

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