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?”

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

his touch, my eyes drifting closed. “Mmm, that feels good. And dinner sounds

while the other brushed my hair aside. His lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear,

thinking about last night?” he murmured against my

admitted, my voice huskier than

his eyes dark with something that

warming at the memory of how we’d channeled our tension

traced my lower lip, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “I prefer focusing on the after

a kiss that started gentle but quickly intensified. My coffee forgotten, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing

pulled away, his

his voice rough, “we’ll be very late for

asked,

have a

I sighed dramatically, stepping back.

more quick kiss to my lips.

the kitchen. Despite the unsettling events of the previous night, I felt strangely at peace.

burned from staring at presentation slides, and my hand cramped from taking notes. I was

called,

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

minute?” he asked, closing the door

teased, setting aside my

I could smell his cologne. “Security turned up nothing useful from the note. No clear fingerprints, and the partial

disappointment settling in my stomach despite

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

number one suspect remains my

the desk. “Let’s put this behind us for now. If it