The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Ryan) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127

Olivia

He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle kiss that quickly deepened. His hands traced the bare skin of my back, sending shivers down my spine.

“If we keep this up,” I whispered against his mouth, “we’ll miss our reservation.”

“Worth it,” he murmured, but he reluctantly stepped back. “You’re right. Get ready. I’ll shower in the guest bathroom.”

An hour later, we were dressed and ready. Alexander looked devastatingly handsome in a charcoal suit that fit him like a glove. I’d paired the red dress with simple diamond studs and the silver bracelet he’d given me, my hair swept up in an elegant updo.

“Ready?” he asked, offering his arm.

“Ready,” I confirmed, taking it.

Providence was even more spectacular than I’d imagined. The restaurant was dimly lit and intimate, with tables spaced far enough apart for private conversation. The hostess led us to a secluded corner table, and Alexander ordered champagne before I’d even opened my menu.

“To your first day as Senior Marketing Strategist,” he said, raising his glass once the champagne arrived. “The first of many successes.”

I clinked my glass against his. “Thank you. For everything.”

“You earned it,” he insisted. “Your work speaks for itself.”

“Not everyone thinks so,” I said, taking a sip of the crisp champagne. “I overheard some people in the break room today. Apparently, I only got the promotion because I’m ‘sleeping with the boss.“”

Alexander’s jaw tightened. “Give me names. I’ll have them transferred or fired by morning.”

“No,” I said firmly, setting down my glass. “That would only make things worse. I need to prove myself through my work, not have you fight my battles.”

“It’s disrespectful,” he argued. “To both of us.”

“It’s predictable,” I countered. “And I can handle it. Michelle gave me the Thompson Hotels account specifically so I could silence the doubters. And I will.”

He studied me for a moment, then nodded. “You’re right. But the offer stands if you change your mind.”

“I appreciate that. But I’ve been dealing with office politics since before I met you. I can manage this.”

“Alright. But remember, you’re a Carter now. You don’t have to fight alone anymore.”

easy conversation

The sentiment was unexpectedly sweet, warming me from the inside. We ordered our meals and fell into about work and plans for the weekend. The food was exquisite; I savored every bite of my seared scallops and sea bass, while Alexander demolished a perfectly cooked steak.

“Have you thought about Thompson Hotels‘ strategy yet?” he asked, taking a sip of his wine.

“I have some initial concepts,” I admitted. “They need to maintain their luxury identity while appealing to younger

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demographics. I’m thinking of a campaign highlighting their heritage but with a modern twist

Alexander’s eyes lit up. “That’s exactly what they need. Their CEO mentioned struggling with that balance,”

“Michelle gave me an excellent team to work with. I’m meeting with them tomorrow.”

“You’ll knock it out of the park,” he said with surprising confidence.

As we drove back to the estate, Alexander glanced over at me. “So, have you decided about the car situation?”

I sighed, looking out at the passing streetlights. “I suppose I could take something from your collection, though it feels

excessive.”

“Nothing in that garage suits you,” he replied firmly. “You need something that’s yours, not a hand–me–down from me.”

“You’re being ridiculous. Those are hardly ‘hand–me–downs‘ when they cost more than most people’s houses.”

Alexander chuckled. “Still. I want you to have something new, something that’s just yours.”

“Fine,” I relented, too tired to argue. “But nothing ostentatious.”

“Define ostentatious,” he challenged with a smirk.

“No Lamborghinis, no Ferraris, nothing that screams ‘look at me, I married a billionaire.””

“Spoilsport,” he teased. “What about a nice Porsche? Practical but luxurious.”

“That might work,” I admitted. “But I get final say.”

“Of course. We can go tomorrow after work. I know the perfect dealership.”

“Okay,” I agreed, surprised at how easily I’d capitulated. Just a few months ago, I would have fought tooth and nail against such an extravagant gift. Now it felt almost… normal.

We pulled through the estate’s gates, and I felt a strange sense of homecoming as the mansion came into view, its lights glowing warmly in the darkness.

“Home sweet home,” Alexander murmured, as if reading my thoughts.

Inside, the house was quiet. Alfred had left a small lamp on in the foyer and another in the living room, creating pools of golden light in the otherwise darkened space.

“Nightcap?” Alexander offered, heading toward the bar.

“Just water for me,” I replied, kicking off my heels with a sigh of relief. “These shoes are gorgeous but deadly.”

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