The CEO's Contractual Wife - Chapter 57: Chapter 57

Olivia
We slipped away from the main party and headed toward the yacht's stern. Alexander nodded to a crew member, who opened a door for us, revealing a private staircase.
"Should we be going this way?" I asked nervously.
"I arranged it earlier," Alexander assured me. "Trust me."
The staircase led to a secluded deck at the very back of the yacht. It was empty except for a comfortable-looking lounge area with cushions and blankets. The space was lit only by strings of fairy lights and the moon above, reflecting off the dark water.
"What is this place?" I asked, gazing around in wonder.
"The owner's private retreat," Alexander explained. "I asked if we could borrow it for a while."
"And they just said yes? Because you're Alexander Carter?"
"Because I donated a significant amount to their foundation. And yes, because I'm Alexander Carter."
I laughed, moving to the railing to look out at the twinkling lights of Los Angeles in the distance. The yacht had moved away from the harbor while we were dancing, and now we floated in calm waters, the city a glittering backdrop.
"It's beautiful," I breathed.
"Yes, it is," Alexander agreed.
"Thank you for bringing me here tonight. It's been unexpected."
"In a good way, I hope." He moved to stand beside me at the railing.
"Definitely. I've never been to anything like this before."
"Get used to it," he said, his shoulder brushing mine. "As Mrs. Carter, you'll attend dozens of these events each year."
The remainder of our arrangement brought me back to reality. "Right. For appearances' sake."
Alexander turned to face me, his expression serious in the dim light. "Olivia, I want you to make the most of this arrangement. Not just for appearances, but for yourself."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean these events, these connections can benefit you professionally. The people in that ballroom have the power to open doors, fund projects, and create opportunities. Use that."
I considered his words. "You want me to network? For my career?"
"Why not? You're talented and intelligent, and now you have access to people who can help you advance. It would be a waste not to take advantage of that."
"I'm not sure I know how," I admitted.
"I'll help you. Consider it part of our arrangement."
I studied his face, trying to understand his motives. "Why would you do that?"
"Because a successful wife reflects well on me," he said pragmatically. "And because you deserve it."
Before I could respond, a cool breeze swept across the deck, making me shiver in my sleeveless gown. Alexander immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over my shoulders.
"Better?" he asked, his hands lingering on my arms.
"Much," I nodded, inhaling the subtle scent of his cologne that clung to the fabric. "But now you'll be cold."
"I'll survive," he said dryly. "I'm not the one wearing a dress with no back."
"You picked this dress," I reminded him.
"And I stand by my choice. You look stunning in it."
We fell into a comfortable silence, watching the moonlight dance on the water. The sounds of the party drifted faintly from below, but up here, it felt like we were in our own private world.
"Can I ask you something?" I said finally.
"Of course."
"Why did you really bring me here tonight? The truth."
Alexander considered the question. "I told you, to give you a break from everything."
"But why? Our arrangement doesn't require you to be kind."
He turned to face me fully. "Perhaps I wanted to spend time with you outside of our usual contexts. Get to know the woman who's going to be my wife."
"Even if it's just temporary?"
"Especially because it's temporary," he said quietly. "We have limited time together, Olivia. I'd like to make the most of it."
His words sent a flutter through my chest that I tried desperately to ignore. This was business for him, I reminded myself. A means to an end.
"So this is like a corporate team-building exercise?" I joked, trying to lighten the suddenly heavy atmosphere.
Alexander's lips quirked. "If that's how you want to see it. Though I've never wanted to kiss anyone at a corporate retreat."
My breath caught. "Alexander—"
"Don't worry," he interrupted smoothly. "I remember our agreement. No pressure."
He stepped back slightly, creating space between us. "We should head back soon. People will notice we're missing."
I nodded, reluctantly following as he led me back toward the staircase. Just before we reached the door, he paused.
"One more thing," he said. "Tomorrow night, pack a bag. I'm taking you somewhere."
"Another surprise?" I asked warily.
"Something simpler this time," he promised. "Just you, me, and no obligations. A chance to truly clear your mind."
"That sounds nice," I admitted.
"Good." He opened the door, gesturing for me to precede him. "Now, let's make a few more strategic appearances before leaving."
We rejoined the party, circulating among the guests for another hour before Alexander decided we'd fulfilled our social obligations. When we disembarked, the limousine was waiting, ready to whisk us back to the city.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Alexander asked as we settled into the back seat.
"I did," I said truthfully. "It was overwhelming at times, but yes."
"Good. That's what I wanted."
The ride back was quiet. Both of us were tired from the evening's socializing. When the limousine pulled up to my apartment building, Alexander insisted on walking me to my door.
"Thank you again for tonight," I said, fishing my keys from my clutch. "It was illuminating."
"How so?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.
"Seeing you in your natural habitat," I explained. "All those people vying for your attention, hanging on your every word. It's a different world."
"Not my natural habitat," he corrected. "Just one I've learned to navigate."
"Well, you navigate it beautifully."
He smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "Get some rest, Liv. I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven."
"Where are we going?" I tried again.
"It's a surprise," he repeated. "But wear something casual. Jeans and a sweater will do."
"No ballgowns required? Thank God."
Alexander laughed. "Goodnight, Olivia."
"Goodnight, Alex."