The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 201

Olivia

I finished my lunch leisurely before heading back toward the hotel. The afternoon passed quickly as I worked on some campaign materials in the suite’s office, video chatting with Ava about design elements.

At precisely three o’clock, my phone rang.

“I’m downstairs,” Alexander said when I answered. “Ready?”

“Give me five minutes.”

I grabbed my jacket and purse, checking my reflection one last time before heading down. Alexander waited in the lobby, his tie loosened and jacket slung over one arm. He looked tired, but his face lit up when he saw

“Hey,” he said, pulling me in for a quick kiss. “Miss me?”

“Desperately. I’ve been counting the seconds.”

“Liar.” But he smiled, keeping his arm around my waist as we headed outside, where Geoffrey waited with the

car.

Tower Bridge was even more impressive up close. The Victorian Gothic towers loomed overhead, and intricate stonework and gleaming walkways connected them high above the Thames.

“Ready?” Alexander asked as we entered the tower.

“No. But let’s do it anyway.”

The glass floor walkway was everything I’d feared and more. Standing 138 feet above the river with nothing but transparent panels between me and the water below made my stomach drop to my feet.

“Oh god,” I breathed, frozen at the entrance.

Alexander’s hand found mine, warm and steady. “I’ve got you. We’ll go slow.”

We inched onto the glass together, my fingers digging into his palm. Below us, boats glided past on the Thames, and people and cars crossed the lower bridge.

“Don’t look down,” I gasped.

“Kind of defeats the purpose,” Alexander pointed out, amused.

you right

“No, you don’t.”

his hand anchoring mine, made

to the middle of the walkway,

shit,” I whispered. “This is

“But amazing, right?”

“Terrifyingly amazing.”

on the walkway, Alexander patient as I gradually relaxed enough to actually enjoy the view. By the time we headed back

did it,” I announced once we were safely on solid

close, pressing a kiss to

simple praise warmed me

the rest of the afternoon exploring the South Bank, walking along the river as the sun began its descent. Street performers entertained crowds, the London Eye rotating slowly against the

Alexander asked as we passed a row

“Yes.”

from a vendor and found a bench overlooking the river. The food

is perfect,” I said, licking sauce

heat pool

set in streaks of orange and pink, the city lights beginning to twinkle. People flowed around us, couples and families and groups of friends,

should head back,” Alexander said

“Fancy?”

You’ll need to change.”

put on the little black dress I’d packed specifically for fancy dinners. It hugged my curves perfectly, the neckline showing just enough cleavage to be interesting without

obscene.

from the bathroom in a fresh suit, his hair still damp. His eyes darkened when

trying to

to look presentable for

crossed to me, his hands settling on my hips.

started gentle but quickly turned hungry. His hands slid down to cup my ass, pulling me flush against

going to be late,” I gasped

“Worth it.”

he released me, straightening his tie in the mirror. “Later. I’m taking

restaurant with a Michelin star and a waiting list that apparently didn’t apply to Alexander Carter. The food was exquisite, each course more elaborate

I said after the fourth course, some kind of deconstructed

“Wait until dessert.”