บททั้งหมดของ The CEO's Contractual Wife: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Olivia"I'll be honest, Mrs. Carter. I only entertained Ms. Langford's offer because of the impressive marketing budget. But after seeing your team's thorough understanding of our brand heritage, the decision became clear." Andrew stated, his tone shifting to one of sincerity. "We're honored to have earned your trust," I replied, gathering my materials. "We'll make sure the Thompson brand shines in this new chapter." "I have no doubt," Andrew smiled, standing to shake my hand. "Alexander Carter, always a pleasure. Your wife is quite the find." Alexander's hand found the small of my back as he replied, "Believe me, I'm well aware." As Andrew excused himself to take a call, Alexander leaned close to me. "Well done. I knew you'd nail this." Before I could respond, Penelope appeared at our table, her smile tight and her eyes cold. "Congratulations on securing the Thompson account," she said, her voice syrupy sweet. "Quite the accomplishment for someone so... new to senior leadership

OliviaAlexander changed into a fresh suit, and by eight, we were pulling up to Spago. The restaurant was packed, as usual, but we were immediately escorted to a prime table near the center of the room. "Mr. and Mrs. Carter," the maître d' greeted us warmly. "It's a pleasure to have you with us tonight." I noticed several heads turn as we made our way through the restaurant. Whether it was Alexander's CEO status or the gossip article, we were definitely being noticed. "Ignore them," Alexander murmured, his hand warm on the small of my back. "We're here to enjoy ourselves." We ordered cocktails first, a Manhattan for Alexander and a champagne cocktail for me. My eyes wandered around the restaurant, noticing several people stealing glances at our table. The champagne arrived with a perfect curl of lemon peel floating on top. "You know what? I'm starving," I announced, flipping open the menu. "Let's order everything." "Everything might be excessive, but I'm game for sharing a few

OliviaAlexander was in pajama bottoms, his chest bare. I tried not to stare at the defined muscles of his torso as he moved around the room. "So," he said, running a hand through his hair, "I've been meaning to tell you something." "Hmm?" I was busy collecting my dress from the floor and hanging it up properly. "I need to go to Europe next week. London, Paris, and Milan. Meetings with international investors and a potential acquisition." I turned to face him, my interest piqued. "Oh? For how long?" "Ten days," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "And I want you to come with me." "Me?" I asked, surprised by the invitation. "Won't you be working most of the time?" Alexander nodded. "During the days, yes. But evenings would be ours." The prospect of exploring European cities with Alexander was undeniably appealing. "What about my work? The Thompson account just launched." "Already cleared it with Michelle. You can work remotely when needed, but mostly it would be time for

OliviaHis fingers found my pussy from behind, sliding easily through my wetness. "So fucking soaked. You love it when I get rough with you." "Yes," I breathed, pushing back against his hand. He added another finger, pumping them in and out while his thumb pressed against my clit. The combination of pleasure and the lingering sting from the spanking had me climbing toward another peak embarrassingly fast. But just as I was about to tip over the edge, he withdrew his hand completely. I whimpered at the loss, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder. "Not yet," he said with a wicked grin. "I want to talk about something first." "Now?" I panted, my body still trembling with need. "You want to have a conversation now?" Alexander sat back on his heels, running his hands up my thighs. "We need to get tested. I want to fuck you without a condom, but we need to be safe about it." "I'm on birth control. The pill." "Good to know," he said, his hands still caressing my skin. "But

VictoriaThe Lion's Den was buzzing with its usual night crowd: young professionals winding down after work, clutching overpriced cocktails and laughing too loudly at jokes that weren't funny. I nursed my gin and tonic. The ice had long melted, making the drink almost tasteless—just like my mood. "You're looking particularly murderous tonight," Penelope said, sliding into the booth across from me. Her hair was perfect as always, not a strand out of place despite the humid evening. "Bad day at the office?" "Bad week," I corrected, watching as she signaled the waiter. "Bad month, Bad year, actually." "Vodka martini, extra dirty," she ordered before turning back to me. "Let me guess, still stewing over your cousin and his little marketing wife?" I shot her a withering look. "Your counteroffer idea was a complete waste, just as I suspected." "It was worth trying," Penelope replied with a casual shrug, but I caught the flash of irritation in her eyes. She hated failing as much as I di