The CEO's Contractual Wife

After a decadent breakfast delivered by room service, we headed out into the light London drizzle. Alexander insisted on stopping at the concierge desk, where he obtained a large black umbrella emblazoned with the hotel’s logo.

“Can’t have my wife getting wet,” he said, opening it as we stepped outside.

“Your wife could have packed an umbrella if someone had mentioned London weather,” I replied.

“But then I wouldn’t get to play the gallant husband,” he countered, offering his arm.

Covent Garden was charming, a cobblestoned plaza filled with boutiques, cafés, and street performers. We wandered through the Apple Market, admiring handcrafted jewelry and artwork. Alexander kept steering me toward luxury boutiques, but I was more interested in the quirky independent shops.

“You don’t need to buy me anything,” I protested when he suggested we look at a jewelry store.

“I know I don’t need to,” he replied. “But I want to. A memento of your first trip to London.”

“Fine, but nothing extravagant,” I conceded. “Something small I can wear every day to remember this.”

We settled on a delicate silver bracelet with a tiny charm shaped like the London Eye. Alexander insisted on having it wrapped even though I wanted to wear it immediately.

“Patience,” he teased. “Good things come to those who wait.”

We continued exploring until it was time for Alexander to head to his meeting. He escorted me back to the hotel, where I decided to indulge in a bath in the enormous marble tub while he was gone.

Soaking in fragrant bubbles, I called Emilia.

“Oh my god, you’re in London!” she squealed when she answered. “How is it? Is it raining? Have you seen the Queen? Wait, she’s dead. Have you seen the King?”

I laughed, stretching out in the massive tub. “It’s amazing. Yes, it’s raining. No royal sightings yet, but I’ve only been here a few hours.”

“And how’s the suite? I bet it’s ridiculous.”

“Beyond ridiculous,” I confirmed.

she demanded. “I need

at a meeting now, but we’re going

black dress with the low back,” Emilia suggested. “The one that makes your boobs

focused on how my breasts look

and you should use all your assets,” Emilia replied without missing a

up now,”

But I

take a short nap to combat the jet lag. I woke to the sound of the suite door opening and

I called back, sitting up and running a

appeared in the doorway, looking unfairly handsome in

stretching.

above projections.” He loosened his tie and sat

“Starving,” I admitted.

at eight. We have time for a walk

Just let me

for the evening chill. Alexander changed into more casual attire as well, and soon we were strolling along the Thames as the city

watching a tour boat glide past, its windows

you,” Alexander replied, his arm around

eyes. “That was cheesy, even

seeing my smile. “You like it when I’m

it,” I corrected, bumping

a kiss to my

continued our walk, stopping occasionally to admire the view or read the historical plaques. It felt surprisingly normal, like any

at a Michelin–starred restaurant where the staff greeted Alexander by name. We were shown to a secluded corner table with an

observed as the sommelier approached with a bottle Alexander

he admitted. “Their