The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Ryan) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

My alarm blared at 6:00 AM, jolting me awake. I fumbled for my phone, silencing it with a groan. Sunlight streamed through my thin curtains, casting a golden glow across my bedroom.

In the shower, hot water cascaded over my shoulders, casing the tension I’d been carrying. I lathered shampoo into my hair, trying to focus on the day ahead rather than Alexander’s proposition.

Standing before my closet, I rifled through my work clothes. I pulled out a navy pencil skirt and cream blouse, then hesitated. My hands drifted to a more form-fitting burgundy dress I rarely wore.

“What am I doing?” I muttered, pushing the dress aside and returning to my original choice.

I selected a matching set of black lace underwear, then paused. “Why am I even thinking about this? It’s just a normal workday.”

I slipped into the clothes quickly, applied minimal makeup, and headed to the kitchen. Instead of my usual granola bar on the go, I made a proper breakfast-scrambled eggs, toast, and sliced fruit. I even brewed coffee instead of buy- ing my usual overpriced latte.

“Look at me, being a responsible adult,” I said to my empty apartment, raising my coffee mug in a mock toast.

The cab ride to Carter Enterprises was uneventful. I spent it scrolling through emails, mentally preparing for the day ahead. The marketing department had a campaign launch for athletic wear next week, and we were behind schedule.

At the office, I dove straight into work.

I spent the morning reviewing mockups for the campaign. The colors were off, and the tagline needed work.

By lunchtime, I had a revised concept that actually excited me.

At 2:30 PM, my phone buzzed with a message.

Alexander: My office. Now.

My stomach flipped. I glanced around as if everyone could somehow read the text over my shoulder.

“Shit,” I whispered, locking my phone.

I saved my work, smoothed my skirt, and headed for the executive floor. The elevator ride felt endless. What would I say to him? I still hadn’t decided about his proposal. Part of me wanted to tell him to shove his contract where the sun doesn’t shine, but money…

The executive floor was quiet, all glass and chrome and hushed voices. Alexander’s secretary, a stylish woman in her twenties, looked up as I approached.

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“Ms. Morgan? Mr. Carter is waiting for you.” She gestured toward the imposing double doors. “Go right in.”

I took a deep breath, knocked once, and entered the lion’s den.

Alexander stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, silhouetted against the Los Angeles skyline. He turned as I entered, and my traitor heart skipped a beat. In a charcoal suit that fit him like it was molded to his body, he looked every inch the powerful CEO.

“Ms. Morgan,” he said, his eyes tracking me as I stepped into his office. “You look lovely today.”

“Thank you,” I replied automatically. “You look… nice as well.” Why did I say that? He was my boss, not my date. The compliment had slipped out before I could stop it.

“Please, have a seat.” He gestured toward the sleek leather couch in the corner of his office.

I perched on the edge of the couch, my back straight, hands folded in my lap.

Alexander moved away from the window and sat across from me. His long legs stretched out casually, as if we were old friends meeting for coffee instead of boss and employee discussing a marriage contract.

“Have you made your decision?” He asked, getting straight to the point.

I took a deep breath. The contract had been on my mind all night, those impossible terms dancing through my dreams. “I’ve thought about your… proposal.”

“And?” His gray eyes locked on mine, intense and unreadable.

“I’m willing to consider it,” I said carefully. “But I have concerns about certain aspects of the arrangement.”

Alexander raised an eyebrow. “Which aspects?”

“The sex,” I blurted out, then felt my cheeks flame. “I mean, the physical relationship component. I just broke up with Ryan last week. I’m not ready to jump into bed with someone else, especially not as part of a business transaction.”

His expression softened slightly. “I’m not asking you to jump into anything immediately, Olivia. I’m not that kind of

man.”

“The contract suggests otherwise,” I countered.

“The contract outlines the complete terms of our arrangement. It doesn’t dictate a timeline.” He leaned forward, el- bows on his knees. “You can take all the time you need to become comfortable with that aspect of our relationship.”

“But you said it was non-negotiable.”

“The eventual physical relationship is non-negotiable,” he clarified. “The timing is flexible. I won’t force you into anything you’re not ready for.”

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