The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 203

Olivia

The jet descended through wispy clouds as Paris materialized below us, a sprawling tapestry of Haussmann architecture and winding streets. Morning light glinted off the Seine, and I pressed my face closer to the window, catching my first glimpse of the Eiffel Tower rising above the cityscape.

“There it is.” I breathed.

Alexander looked up from his laptop, a smile playing at his lips. “First time seeing it?”

“In person? Yes.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away. “Pictures don’t do it justice.”

“Wait until you see it at night. The whole thing lights up.”

The jet touched down smoothly at Le Bourget, Paris’s private aviation hub. Within minutes, we were through customs and settling into the back of a Mercedes waiting on the tarmac. No lines, no crowds, just seamless efficiency that still felt surreal.

“Bonjour, Monsieur Carter, Madame Carter,” the driver greeted us in accented English. “Welcome to Paris. We go to Le Bristol now, yes?”

“Oui, merci,” Alexander replied, his French flawless.

Of course, he spoke French.

The drive into the city center was everything I’d imagined. Elegant buildings with wrought iron balconies lined wide boulevards. Cafés spilled onto sidewalks where Parisians sipped espresso and smoked cigarettes. The Arc de Triomphe loomed ahead, traffic circling it in controlled chaos.

“It’s beautiful,” I murmured, watching Paris unfold outside my window.

Alexander’s hand found mine, squeezing gently. “It is.”

Le Bristol Hotel sat on the prestigious Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, its pale stone facade exuding understated elegance. A doorman in a crisp uniform opened my car door before we’d fully stopped.

“Bienvenue, Madame Carter,” he said with a slight bow.

The lobby was a masterclass in French luxury. Marble floors gleamed under crystal chandeliers. Fresh flowers the size of small trees occupied massive urns. Oil paintings in gilded frames lined silk-papered walls.

manager materialized instantly, hand extended. “What a pleasure to have you back. And

replied, shaking

course. The Imperial Suite, as requested. And the

glanced at Alexander,

We’ll head

us to a private elevator that opened directly into the suite. I stepped into

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

us, decorated in soft creams and golds. Antique furniture mixed with modern comfort. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked a private terrace. and, beyond

through here, Madame,” the butler said, gesturing to ornate

behind with that amused expression he wore when watching me react to

draped in silk. And on every available surface, red roses. Dozens of them.

him, genuinely touched.

looking almost bashful. “Thought you might

love them.” I crossed to the nearest arrangement, breathing

throat delicately. “Shall I show you the rest of the suite?

please,” I said, reluctantly leaving the

bathroom featured a marble tub big enough to swim in. The office had a mahogany desk and built-in bookshelves. The dining room seated ten comfortably. There was even a kitchen, which seemed excessive

departed with promises that anything we needed would be provided immediately,

is insane, I announced. “People actually live like

Paris,” Alexander said, loosening his tie. “I have meetings starting at

in the morning. “Explore. Definitely explore. I’m too

say that.” He pulled out his phone, typing

the Mercedes, this time heading toward the city center. The driver navigated with practiced ease through

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we going?” I asked as we crossed a

“You’ll see.”

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charming square I didn’t recognize. Small shops and cafés surrounded a central fountain where pigeons congregated. Alexander

he declared,