Olivia Morgan’s world is turned upside down when she walks in on her boyfriend betraying her with her friend. Devastated and drowning in debt, she’s thrust into an unlikely arrangement with Alexander Carter, the cold and calculating CEO of Carter Enterprises. In exchange for a year-long marriage of convenience, Olivia receives the money she desperately needs—and a promotion she never expected. But as their fake relationship blurs the lines between business and pleasure, Olivia finds herself torn between the man who offers her everything and the business rival who wants her heart. In a world where betrayal is just a step away and desire burns hot, Olivia must navigate her emotions, her career, and a dangerous game of power, passion, and secrets. Can she keep her heart guarded while falling deeper into a billionaire’s web of lust and love? Or will Alexander’s cold heart melt in the heat of their undeniable chemistry?

Chapter 1 OliviaI slumped against the passenger seat as Ryan's car cruised through the palm-lined streets of Los Angeles.My eyelids felt heavy after a twelve-hour shift at Carter Enterprises. The quarterly marketing campaign required us all to work overtime, and as a junior marketing executive, I was stuck with weekend work."You still with me, babe?" Ryan glanced over, his perfectly styled dark hair catching the sunset's glow."Barely." I stifled a yawn. "Remind me why we're going to this party when I could be face-planting into my pillow right now?""Because Sophia would kill you if you missed her birthday." He reached over and squeezed my knee. "And because you look stunning in that dress I bought for you."I glanced down at the black cocktail dress he'd insisted I wear. The neckline plunged lower than I'd normally choose, and the hemline rode high enough to make me self-conscious every time I sat down.Ryan had shown up at my apartment with the dress in a boutique bag, eyes gleaming with anticipation as I'd tried it on."I still think it's a bit much for a birthday party," I tugged at the fabric, trying to cover more of my chest."Liv, we've been dating for two years. I know what looks good on you better than you do. Trust me, every guy at this party will wish he was me tonight.""Is that what this is about? Marking your territory?""Can you blame me?" He winked as he turned onto Sophia's street, where luxury cars lined both sides.Sophia's recently purchased triplex stood illuminated against the darkening sky, music pulsing from within. For someone only turning twenty-five, she'd done remarkably well for herself in real estate development.Ryan found a spot half a block away and cut the engine. "Ready to make an entrance, Ms. Morgan?""As I'll ever be." I grabbed my purse and the gift bag containing the vintage champagne Ryan had suggested we bring.The cool evening air hit my bare shoulders as I stepped out of the car, making me shiver. Ryan's arm slid around my waist, his hand resting dangerously low on my hip."See? Worth getting dressed up for." He nodded toward the house. "This place is insane."We walked up the curved driveway where twinkling lights had been strung through the palm trees. The front door stood open, spilling light, music, and laughter onto the porch."Olivia! You made it!" Sophia appeared in the doorway, resplendent in a gold sequined dress. "I was starting to think you'd stood me up!""My work tried its best to keep me away," I laughed, accepting her enthusiastic hug. "Happy birthday, Soph.""And Ryan, looking delicious as always." She air-kissed his cheeks. "Come in, come in! Everyone's already two drinks ahead of you."Ryan's hand pressed against the small of my back as we entered the foyer, which opened to a massive great room where at least thirty people mingled. The space featured floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the twinkling Los Angeles skyline."Drink?" Ryan asked, already scanning the room."God, yes. The strongest thing they've got."He chuckled. "That's my girl. Be right back."As Ryan disappeared toward the bar setup, I heard a familiar squeal from across the room."Olivia Morgan, get your ass over here!"I turned to see Emilia waving frantically from a plush sectional sofa. My best friend since college was already flushed from alcohol, her blonde hair falling in waves around her shoulders."Em!" I navigated through clusters of guests to reach her. "How long have you been here?""Long enough to know the bartender's life story." She stood, wobbling slightly in her heels, and embraced me. She pulled back, holding me at arm's length to examine my outfit. "Holy shit, your boobs look amazing in that dress. Did Ryan pick it out?"I felt my cheeks warm. "Is it that obvious?""Only because I've known you for eight years, and you've never willingly shown that much cleavage." She smirked. "Not that I'm complaining. If I had your rack, I'd show it off, too.""Could you say that a little louder? I don't think everyone in Malibu heard you.""Sorry, can't help it. You're too easy to embarrass." Emilia's eyes danced with mischief as she took another sip of her drink. "By the way, have you seen our birthday girl? I swear she was here greeting people and then just... vanished."I scanned the crowded room. "No, actually. Where did Ryan go? He was supposed to be getting me a drink.""Maybe he's outside? I saw some people heading to the back lawn earlier." Emilia shrugged. "Or he could be sneaking a cigarette."I narrowed my eyes. "He told me he quit three months ago. If I catch him smoking after all that 'I'm done with nicotine forever, baby' bullshit, I'll kill him myself.""Men lie about the stupidest things. Like, just admit you still smoke and save us both the drama.""I'm going to find him," I said, tugging at my dress, which had ridden up dangerously high. "If he's outside with a cigarette, I'm putting it on his favorite shoes.""That's my girl." Emilia raised her glass. "I'll be right here judging everyone's outfit choices when you get back."I weaved through the crowded living room, nodding at half-familiar faces from past gatherings. The kitchen was jammed with people mixing drinks.No Ryan.The back patio held a group playing some drinking games with shots and ping pong balls. No Ryan among them."Looking for someone?" A tall guy with a man-bun approached, his eyes dropping to my cleavage before meeting my gaze."My boyfriend. Tall, dark hair, probably looking smug about something."He laughed. "Haven't seen him. But I'd be happy to keep you company until he shows up.""Hard pass, but thanks." I turned away, irritation building. Where the hell was Ryan with my drink?I climbed the modern floating staircase to the next floor, where the noise from the party became more muffled. The hallway was dimly lit and had several closed doors.A sound caught my attention – a moan? A laugh? Something between the two. It was faint, coming from further down the hall.The sound came again, more distinct this time. Definitely a moan.Great. A couple had found a private spot to hook up at Sophia's party. How classy.I was about to turn back when I noticed a slightly ajar door at the end of the hallway, a sliver of light spilling onto the hardwood floor. Something compelled me forward – curiosity, or perhaps a sixth sense I didn't know I had.As I approached, the sounds became clearer. A woman's voice, breathless and urgent: "Fuck, yes, right there."I froze. The voice was familiar.A male voice responded, low and commanding: "You like that, don't you? Tell me how much you want it."My stomach dropped. Ryan's voice.I should have turned away, run down those stairs, and straight out the front door. Instead, I moved closer, pushing the door open wider.The scene burned into my retinas like a brand. Sophia bent over her dresser; her gold dress pushed up around her waist. Ryan was behind her, his pants around his ankles, hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her."Harder," Sophia gasped. "Make me feel it tomorrow.""What the fuck?" The words escaped me before I could stop them.They both froze. Ryan's head whipped around, his eyes widening with shock.

Chapter 2 OliviaRyan's head whipped around, his eyes widening with shock. For a moment, time suspended itself. My lungs refused to work, and the room seemed to tilt sideways."Liv—" Ryan stammered, still connected to Sophia. "This isn't—""What it looks like?" I finished, my voice surprisingly steady despite the earthquake happening inside me. "Because it looks like you're fucking my friend on her birthday while I wait downstairs for a drink that's never coming."Sophia turned her head, meeting my gaze without a hint of shame. She didn't even bother to adjust her dress; she just rested her elbows on the dresser and sighed like I'd interrupted a business meeting."Oh, Olivia," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Did you think a man like Ryan would be satisfied with just you?"Ryan finally pulled away from her, fumbling to pull up his pants. "Baby, please, this is just a... a thing. It doesn't mean anything.""A thing?" I repeated, heat rising to my face. "How long has this 'thing' been happening?"Before either could answer, I heard footsteps behind me."Liv? Did you find—" Emilia's voice cut off as she appeared at my side, taking in the scene. "Holy fucking shit."Ryan's face paled further. "This isn't what—""If you say 'this isn't what it looks like' one more time, I swear to God I will castrate you with my bare hands," Emilia snapped, her arm wrapping protectively around my shoulders.Sophia straightened up, finally adjusting her dress with leisurely movements. She tossed her hair back and had the audacity to smirk. "Ryan and I have an understanding. It's just sex. Great sex, but still just sex.""An understanding?" I laughed, the sound brittle and foreign to my ears. "And when exactly were you planning to include me in this understanding? After you gave me chlamydia, or before?""Don't be dramatic," Ryan said, tucking in his shirt. "We've been careful.""Oh, careful! Well, that makes it all better then!" I threw my hands up. "You've been carefully fucking my friend behind my back. Such consideration!"Sophia leaned against the dresser, crossing her arms. "We're all adults here. Monogamy is so... limiting, don't you think?"Emilia stepped forward. "The only thing limiting around here is your moral compass, you backstabbing bitch.""Watch it," Sophia warned, her eyes narrowing."Or what? You'll sleep with my boyfriend too? Get in line." Emilia turned to Ryan. "And you. You pathetic excuse for a man. Two years? Two fucking years of her life wasted on you?"Ryan finally managed to buckle his belt. "Liv, baby, please. We can talk about this. It's just physical. It doesn't change how I feel about you.""You feel so much for me that you bought me this dress." I gestured to my outfit. "So, I could be downstairs putting on a show for your friends while you're up here with your dick in Sophia?""The dress looks amazing on you," he offered weakly.I stared at him in disbelief. "That's what you're going with right now? Fashion compliments?""I'm just saying—""No, I'm done listening to what you're 'just saying.'" I turned to leave, then spun back. "Two years, Ryan. Two years of me rearranging my schedule for you and believing every word out of your mouth. Was any of it real?"He took a step toward me. "Of course, it was real. I love you, Liv.""Spare me," I spat. "If this is your version of love, I want nothing to do with it."Sophia sighed dramatically. "Can we wrap this up? I have guests downstairs.""You have one less now," I said, turning away. "Enjoy your birthday present. You two deserve each other."Emilia shot them both a final glare before following me out. We marched down the hallway, my legs somehow carrying me forward despite feeling like they might collapse."I've got you," Emilia whispered, her arm still around me as we descended the stairs.The party continued below us, oblivious to the implosion that had just occurred upstairs. The music seemed too loud now, the laughter too jarring.We pushed through the crowd toward the front door. Someone called my name, but I kept moving, my eyes fixed on the exit.The cool night air hit my face as we stepped outside, and only then did I realize I was shaking.We made it to the sidewalk when I heard the front door open behind us. I refused to look back."Olivia!" Ryan called out. "Wait!"Emilia turned, positioning herself between us like a shield. "Go back to your birthday girl, asshole.""This is between me and Liv," he insisted but made no move to follow us."There is no 'me and Liv' anymore," I called back, still walking. "We're done."His response was lost as we rounded the corner, the sounds of the party fading behind us.Once out of sight, my composure crumbled. I stopped walking, my breath coming in gasps."I can't believe…I can't…" I pressed my hand to my mouth."I know, honey. I know." Emilia pulled me into a hug. "Let it out.""Two years," I whispered against her shoulder. "Two fucking years."She stroked my hair. "I'm so sorry, Liv."I pulled back, wiping angrily at my eyes. "Did you know? About them?"Emilia hesitated. "Not for sure. But I had my suspicions.""What? Why didn't you say anything?"She sighed, fishing her phone from her purse. "I saw them at Barton's Café last month. They said they'd run into each other, but it seemed... off. The way they were sitting, the way he touched her arm. I didn't want to say anything without proof. I didn't want to hurt you if I was wrong.""Well, now we have proof," I said bitterly."Let me call us a cab," Emilia said, tapping her phone. "My car's not here. Jake dropped me off."I hugged myself against the chill, suddenly aware of how exposed I felt in the dress Ryan had chosen."No cabs available. Let's walk a bit. I'll keep trying for a ride and call Jake. Maybe he can pick us up.""Fine by me." I just wanted to get as far away from Sophia's house as possible. "I'd walk to Mexico now if it meant never seeing Ryan again."We started down the sidewalk, my heels clicking against the concrete. The neighborhood was upscale, with sprawling houses set back from the road, but the street itself was poorly lit.The rumble of an engine cut her off as a convertible slowed beside us. Four guys crowded inside, the stench of alcohol wafting our way. The driver leaned over, his eyes crawling over my body before settling on my chest."Hey, babes, want a ride?" He grinned, revealing a gold tooth. "We got plenty of room on our laps."His friends burst into laughter. The one in the passenger seat raised a bottle. "We're celebrating! Don't you wanna celebrate with us?""Fuck off," Emilia snapped, pulling me closer."Ooh, feisty!" The driver killed the engine. "I like feisty."One guy, thick-necked with a tribal tattoo, vaulted over the door. He staggered toward us, pointing at Emilia."You got a mouth on you, blondie. Let's see what else it can do."Before I could react, he lunged forward and grabbed Emilia by her hair, yanking her head back. She screamed, clawing at his arm."Let her go!" I shouted, my marketing executive persona vanishing as pure rage took over. I swung my purse, connecting with his temple.He stumbled but kept his grip on Emilia's hair. "Your friend wants to play rough, huh?" He leered at me, eyes fixed on my chest. "Nice tits. Bet they bounce real good."

Chapter 3 OliviaMy fist throbbed from connecting with the guy's head, but it hadn't done enough. Emilia whimpered as he yanked her hair harder, forcing her head back at an unnatural angle."Let her go, you piece of shit!" I hissed, fear and fury colliding in my chest."Or what?" He laughed, his breath reeking of whiskey. "You gonna hit me with your little purse again?"The other men from the car were climbing out now, their movements predatory as they circled around us. The driver, with his gold tooth catching the dim streetlight, stepped toward me."C'mon baby, we just wanna have some fun." His eyes never left my chest. "You're dressed like you want attention. We're just giving you what you want.""I want you to let my friend go and fuck off back to whatever sewer you crawled out of," I spat, backing away until I felt a tree behind me."Ooh, she's got a mouth on her too," said another shorter but broad-shouldered guy wearing a baseball cap. "I like that. Makes it more fun when they fight a little."The driver reached for me, his fingers grazing my arm. I slapped his hand away."Don't touch me!""Playing hard to get?" He moved closer, pinning me against the tree. "That's cute."Emilia was still struggling against Tribal Tattoo's grip. "Liv, run! Just run!""I'm not leaving you," I said, looking desperately around for anything I could use as a weapon.The driver pressed his body against mine; one hand braced on the tree beside my head. "Your friend's not going anywhere, and neither are you." His other hand reached for my breast. "Let's see if these feel as good as they look."I brought my knee up hard, aiming for his groin, but he twisted away at the last second. My knee glanced off his thigh."Feisty bitch!" He grabbed my wrist, squeezing until I gasped in pain.Headlights suddenly illuminated the scene as another car screeched to a halt beside us. The engine cut off, and the driver's door opened."Is there a problem here?" A deep voice cut through the night.A tall figure emerged from the shadows into the spill of a distant streetlight. Broad-shouldered and imposing in what looked like an expensive suit, he moved with a quiet confidence that commanded attention."Mind your own business, man," Gold Tooth snarled, but I noticed he'd loosened his grip on my wrist.The newcomer stepped closer, and I caught my breath. Even in the dim light, I recognized him immediately. Alexander Carter. My boss's boss's boss. The CEO of Carter Enterprises, where I'd been working as a junior marketing executive for the past eight months."I believe these ladies were telling you to leave them alone," he said, his voice calm but edged with steel. "I suggest you listen."Gold Tooth sneered. "What are you gonna do about it? There's four of us and one of you."Alexander didn't even blink. "True. But I've already called the police, and they're on their way. I'm sure they'd be interested to know about four drunk men assaulting two women on a public street."Tribal Tattoo finally released Emilia's hair, shoving her forward. "Whatever, man. These bitches ain't worth the trouble."Emilia stumbled toward me, and I caught her, pulling her close."You okay?" I whispered.She nodded, rubbing her scalp. "Bastard nearly ripped my hair out."Gold Tooth took a step toward Carter, puffing out his chest. "You think you're some kind of hero? Rich boy in his fancy car?"Alexander simply stared him down, not moving an inch. "I think I'm someone who doesn't want to see two women harassed by drunken idiots. Now, you can leave on your own, or you can wait for the police. Your choice."For a tense moment, I thought Gold Tooth might throw a punch. Instead, he spat on the ground near Alexander's polished shoes."Let's go," he muttered to his friends. "These sluts aren't worth jail time."They piled back into their convertible, engine roaring to life. Gold Tooth revved it aggressively before peeling away, tires screeching.Alexander turned to us. "Are you both all right?"Up close, he was even more intimidating than he was at company events. Tall, with sharp features and piercing gray eyes, he had the kind of face that belonged in business magazines, where it often appeared. Despite the late hour, his dark hair was neatly styled, not a strand out of place."We're okay," I managed, suddenly conscious of my appearance: disheveled hair, makeup probably smeared from crying earlier, and this ridiculous dress that now felt like a terrible mistake. "Thank you for stopping.""Do you need a ride somewhere?" he asked, his eyes briefly dropping to my chest before snapping back to my face."Our cab canceled," Emilia said, still rubbing her scalp. "And my boyfriend's not answering his phone."Alexander gestured to his car, a sleek black car. "I'm happy to drive you both home."I hesitated. This was Alexander Carter, the man who signed my paychecks and whose name was on the building where I worked. The man was known for his ruthless business tactics and cold demeanor. The last thing I needed was for him to realize I was one of his employees, especially looking like this."That's very kind," I said carefully, "but we don't want to impose.""It's no imposition," he replied. "I'd rather not leave you out here after what just happened."Emilia looked at me with raised eyebrows, silently communicating: "Are you crazy? Free ride in a sleek car with a hot, rich guy? Say yes!""If you're sure it's not too much trouble," I relented."Not at all." He opened the backseat door. "Please."The car's interior was all black leather and gleaming surfaces. It smelled of expensive cologne and a new car, a heady combination that made my head spin—or maybe that was the adrenaline crash."I'm Alexander Carter," he said as he slid behind the wheel."Olivia," I replied, deliberately omitting my last name. "And this is Emilia.""Pleasure to meet you both, despite the circumstances." He started the engine, which purred to life. "Where am I taking you?"Emilia gave him her address first, and then I gave him mine."Rough night?" he asked as we pulled away from the curb.Emilia snorted. "You could say that. We were at a birthday party where Liv caught her boyfriend banging the birthday girl.""Emilia!" I hissed, mortified.Alexander's eyes flicked to me in the rearview mirror. "I see. I'm sorry to hear that.""It's fine," I mumbled, wishing I could disappear into the leather seat."It's not fine," Emilia insisted. "Ryan is a cheating scumbag who deserves to have his dick fall off."A small smile tugged at the corner of Alexander's mouth. "I take it Ryan is the ex-boyfriend?""As of about a few minutes ago, yes," I confirmed, wondering why I was discussing my love life with my CEO."Well, for what it's worth," he said, his eyes meeting mine briefly in the mirror again, "he sounds like an idiot."

Chapter 4 OliviaThe car fell silent as we drove through the streets of Los Angeles, the city lights blurring past the windows. I studied Alexander's profile, the strong jaw, and straight nose, wondering why he'd stopped to help us. Everything I'd heard about him at work painted him as cold, distant, focused only on the bottom line.We reached Emilia's apartment building first. Alexander pulled up to the curb, the engine purring quietly as he shifted into park."This is me," Emilia announced, gathering her purse. She leaned over to hug me, using the moment to whisper in my ear. "Holy fuck, Liv. He's hot as balls. If he wants to bang you senseless tonight, you better fucking do it. The best way to get over Ryan is to get under the CEO. Shit, those hands look like they know what they're doing."I pulled back, shooting her a death glare that could have melted steel."What?" she mouthed innocently before turning to Alexander. "Thanks for the ride, knight in shining Armani. You're a lifesaver.""It was no trouble," he replied politely.Emilia opened the door, then paused to give me one last meaningful look. "Call me tomorrow with ALL the details." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively."Goodbye, Emilia," I said firmly, my cheeks burning.She blew me a kiss and slammed the door, sauntering toward her building with a little extra sway in her hips, no doubt for Alexander's benefit.As we pulled away, I sank deeper into the leather seat, mortified. "I'm so sorry about her. She has no filter."Alexander's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. "No need to apologize. She seems like a good friend.""The best," I admitted. "Even if she occasionally makes me want to strangle her."His lips quirked upward, almost a smile but not quite. "Those are often the best kinds of friends."We lapsed into silence as he navigated through the streets of Los Angeles. The city lights streamed past the windows, creating a kaleidoscope effect that matched my swirling thoughts. I caught Alexander glancing at me in the mirror a few times, his expression unreadable."Left at the next light," I directed as we approached my neighborhood.He nodded, making the turn smoothly."Here we are," he announced, pulling up to my apartment building. It wasn't fancy by LA standards but clean and in a decent area. I could just barely afford it on my junior executive salary.He turned off the engine and, to my surprise, got out to open my door. His hand extended to help me out, warm and solid as I took it. The contact sent an unexpected jolt up my arm."Thank you again," I said, reluctantly letting go of his hand. "For everything tonight."Alexander studied me for a moment, his gray eyes intense. "I hope you're able to move past what happened tonight. Your boyfriend, or rather your ex-boyfriend, clearly didn't appreciate what he had."The unexpected kindness in his voice made my throat tighten. "I'll be fine," I managed."I'm sure you will," he agreed. "Someone like you won't stay single for long unless you want to."I wasn't sure how to respond to that. Was Alexander Carter, CEO of Carter Enterprises, flirting with me? No, that was ridiculous. He was just being polite."Goodnight, Olivia," he said, stepping back toward his car."Goodnight, Alexander. And thank you for the ride."He nodded once, then slid back into his car. I watched as he drove away, his taillights disappearing around the corner before I turned and entered my building.The elevator ride to my fourth-floor apartment felt endless. My keys jangled in my shaking hands as I unlocked my door, stepping into the darkness of my living room. I flipped on the light, tossed my purse on the counter, and kicked off my heels.The silence of my apartment pressed in around me. Just hours ago, I'd been getting ready for what I thought would be a normal night out with my boyfriend. Now, everything had changed.I peeled off the black cocktail dress and threw it in the trash. Never again would I wear something just because a man told me it looked good on me.In my bathroom, I scrubbed off my makeup. The woman in the mirror looked tired, her eyes red-rimmed but clear.I pulled on an oversized t-shirt and fell onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, probably Ryan finally realizing what he'd lost. I ignored it.Why had he done it? Two years together, and he throws it all away for Sophia? Had he been sleeping with her all along? The signs had been there: the late nights at work, the sudden business trips, the way his phone was always face-down when I was around.I'd trusted him completely. What a fool I'd been.My phone buzzed again. This time, I glanced at it. Emilia."You home safe? Did Mr. CEO make a move? Please say yes."I texted back: "Yes, I'm home. No, he didn't. Go to sleep."Her response was immediate: "Boring! But seriously, you okay?""I will be," I replied and realized I meant it.I tossed my phone onto the nightstand and stared at the ceiling, my mind racing despite my exhaustion. Sleep seemed impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ryan thrusting into Sophia, her smug face, his pathetic excuses."Fuck," I whispered to the empty room. "Two years down the drain."I rolled over, burying my face in my pillow. Two years of holidays, family gatherings, inside jokes—all tainted now. But something else kept intruding on my thoughts: Alexander Carter's piercing gray eyes in the rearview mirror.Alexander Carter. My CEO. The man I'd just met while looking like a complete disaster."He probably won't even remember me tomorrow," I muttered, flipping onto my back again. "Why would he? He's Alexander fucking Carter."The ceiling offered no answers. I'd worked at Carter Enterprises for eight months and never once spoken to him. I'd seen him striding through the lobby, standing at podiums during company-wide meetings, his face on the company website and annual reports. Always distant. Always untouchable.And now he'd seen me at my absolute worst, heartbroken in a slutty dress."Great first impression, Olivia. Really professional."I snorted at my own sarcasm. It was as if Alexander Carter would ever connect the disheveled woman he'd rescued with Olivia Morgan, a junior marketing executive. Our worlds didn't intersect. He inhabited the executive floor with its panoramic views of Los Angeles. At the same time, I worked in my cubicle fifteen floors below, crafting social media campaigns for products I could barely afford.I pulled the covers over my head, trying to force sleep to come. But my brain had other ideas, conjuring an image of running into Alexander in the office elevator. Would he recognize me? Would I have the courage to thank him again? Would he look at me with those intense gray eyes and see past the professional facade to the woman he'd rescued?"As if," I mumbled into my pillow. "He probably rescues women from creeps every weekend. It's probably a rich guy's hobby."But what if he did remember me? What if our paths crossed in the office cafeteria or during a presentation? What would I say?

Chapter 5 AlexanderI parked my car in the circular driveway of my parent's estate, taking a moment to prepare myself for the inevitable Carter family dynamics.Sunday dinner at the Carter mansion, a tradition as old as the oak trees lining the property, was something I both dreaded and looked forward to.The mansion stood like a monument to old money, with stone façades and manicured gardens that screamed, "We've had wealth for generations."My phone buzzed with an email from work, but I ignored it. Work could wait, but family obligations couldn't, especially when Grandfather Harold was involved.I straightened my tie and headed inside, where Martha, our longtime housekeeper, greeted me with a warm smile."Mr. Alexander, everyone's waiting in the drawing room. Your grandfather arrived early."That was never a good sign. Grandfather arriving early meant he had an agenda."Is Victoria here?" I asked, handing Martha my coat."Yes, sir. With her husband. They arrived about an hour ago."Perfect. My cousin Victoria and her investment banker husband Thomas, the power couple who never let anyone forget how perfect their life was.The drawing room buzzed with conversation that stopped when I entered. Mother rose from her seat, elegant as always in her pearl necklace and tailored dress."Alexander, darling. We were beginning to worry."I kissed her cheek. "Traffic was terrible. Sorry, I'm late."Father nodded from his armchair, whiskey in hand. "Son."That was Father, a man of few words unless discussing business or golf.Victoria sat perched on the antique sofa, her husband's arm draped around her shoulder in that possessive way I found irritating. My sister Valentina was there, too, scrolling through her phone.But it was Grandfather Harold who commanded the room from his wheelchair. At seventy-eight, he might have lost some mobility but none of his mental sharpness or business acumen."Alexander," he barked. "Sit down. We need to talk."I took a seat across from him. "Good to see you too, Grandfather.""Don't get smart with me, boy. I've been waiting."Victoria smirked. "Some of us manage to arrive on time, cousin dear."I ignored her. "What's this about? I thought this was just dinner."Grandfather Harold waved his hand dismissively. "Dinner can wait. This is about the future of Carter Enterprises."The room fell silent. When Grandfather talked about the company's future, everyone paid attention. He'd built Carter Enterprises from a small family business into a corporate empire and, at seventy-eight, still held the controlling stake."I've been updating my will," he announced.Mother gasped softly. Father set down his whiskey."Oh, relax; I'm not dying yet," Grandfather snapped. "Just getting my affairs in order. And I've made some decisions about the company shares."I leaned forward. As CEO, I had a significant stake in the company, but Grandfather's controlling shares would eventually determine who truly ran Carter Enterprises."Alexander," he fixed his steely gaze on me. "You've done well as CEO. Profits are up. The board is happy. But there's something missing.""Missing?" I frowned. "Our last quarter was our best in five years.""I'm not talking about business." He thumped his cane on the floor. "I'm talking about family. Stability. A legacy."Victoria's husband coughed discreetly. Victoria's smile widened."What exactly are you saying, Grandfather?"Harold Carter leaned forward in his wheelchair. "I'm saying that to inherit my controlling shares in Carter Enterprises, you need to be married within six months."The room exploded in reactions. Mother gasped again. Father actually put down his drink. Valentina looked up from her phone. Victoria burst into delighted laughter."Married?" I stared at him. "You can't be serious.""Dead serious." Grandfather's expression didn't change. "Carter Enterprises has always been family-run. Family means stability. Commitment.""I'm committed to the company!""But not to anything or anyone else." Grandfather shook his head. "You're thirty-three, Alexander. Your relationships last shorter than some of our quarterly reports."Victoria couldn't contain herself. "Oh, this is priceless. Is Alexander getting married? He can't even keep a girlfriend past the three-month mark.""Thank you for that astute observation, Victoria," I said, forcing a smile. "Always a pleasure to have your support."Uncle Richard, Victoria's father, chuckled from the corner of the room. "The boy does have a track record.""A track record?" My father set his tumbler down with more force than necessary. "Last year, we selected a perfectly suitable woman for him. The engagement was announced in the Times, for God's sake. And then what happened, Alexander?"I loosened my tie slightly. "Dad—""He canceled it two weeks before the wedding," Father continued, addressing the room like I wasn't there. "The merger nearly fell apart because of it."Aunt Patricia gasped dramatically. "Penelope Langford? Such a lovely girl and from a good family. What a shame.""She wasn't right for me," I said firmly.Valentina finally looked up from her phone. "He didn't like her. Said she reminded him of a corporate spreadsheet – technically perfect but utterly boring.""Thank you for sharing that, Val," I muttered.My sister shrugged and went back to her phone. "Just telling it like it is."Grandfather Harold thumped his cane again. "Enough! The terms are simple. Alexander marries within six months, or Victoria receives my controlling stake in the company."Victoria nearly spilled her champagne in excitement. "Really, Grandfather? You'd give me control?"Her husband Thomas straightened his posture, dollar signs practically visible in his eyes."I didn't build this company for forty years to watch it get dismantled by your husband's investment firm," Grandfather snapped at Victoria. "But at least you understand commitment."I stood up, pacing the Persian rug. "This is absurd. You're reducing the future of our family business to whether or not I get married? What century is this?""The century where actions have consequences," Grandfather replied. "Victoria may be insufferable—""Hey!" Victoria protested."—but she's stable. Married. Committed."Victoria's smirk returned. "Face it, Alexander. You couldn't commit to a woman if your life depended on it. Now your career does, and we all know how that's going to end."Something snapped inside me. I'd tolerated Victoria's barbs for years, but this was different. This was my life's work at stake."You know what, Victoria? You're wrong.""Am I?" She swirled her champagne. "Name one relationship you've had that lasted longer than a corporate quarterly report."My cousin Matthew, who'd been silently watching the drama unfold, whistled low. "She's got you there, Alex."I straightened my shoulders. "I'll do it. I'll get married within six months."The room fell silent again."To whom?" Father asked skeptically."I'll figure that out."Victoria burst into laughter. "Oh, this is too good! Alexander Carter, CEO and eligible bachelor, desperately seeking a wife. Should we put an ad in the classifieds?"Her husband joined in. "Maybe we should start interviewing candidates. Create a shortlist.""I don't need help finding someone," I said through gritted teeth.Aunt Elizabeth, who'd been quietly knitting in the corner, looked up. "What about that nice PR director at your company? Jennifer, something?""She's married, Mother," Victoria said."Oh. Well, what about your assistant?""I'm not marrying my assistant, Aunt Elizabeth."Grandfather Harold raised his hand for silence. "The terms are set. Six months from today."Uncle Richard raised his glass. "To Alexander's impending nuptials! May he find a bride before Victoria gets his office."Victoria clinked glasses with her father. "I'm already planning where to put my new desk."I clenched my jaw. "Enjoy the fantasy while it lasts, cousin. I'm not losing the company.""Six months, Alexander," Grandfather reminded me. "The clock starts now."

Chapter 6 OliviaI slept fitfully, my mind a carousel of images: Ryan's shocked face, Sophia's smug smirk, and, oddly, Alexander Carter's piercing gray eyes watching me in the rearview mirror.The weekend crawled by in a haze. I spent most of the time curled up on my couch, binging old movies, eating takeout, and ignoring the world, especially Ryan's desperate attempts to reach me. I let myself grieve, but by Sunday night, I was done crying; Ryan didn't deserve another tear.Monday morning arrived with brutal efficiency. I dragged myself into the shower, letting the hot water pound away the remnants of Friday night's disaster. No tears; I'd shed enough of those already. Ryan didn't deserve them.I wrapped myself in a towel and stared at my closet. What does one wear after catching their boyfriend balls-deep in another woman?I opted for armor: a crisp white blouse, a black pencil skirt, and highest heels. The kind of outfit that said, "I'm fine, fuck you very much."The cab ride to Carter Enterprises took twenty minutes. I spent it scrolling through Ryan's increasingly desperate texts."Baby, please let me explain""It was a mistake.""Call me.""I love YOU, not her."Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete.Carter Enterprises occupied a gleaming sixty-story tower in downtown Los Angeles. I'd been working there for eight months as a junior marketing executive, and despite the drama of my personal life imploding, I still felt a flutter of pride walking through those glass doors.The elevator whisked me to the 42nd floor. I stepped into the marketing department, where Nova was already at her desk, sipping her usual triple-shot espresso."Morning, sunshine!" she called, then squinted at me. "You look different. New lipstick?""New life status. Single." I dropped my bag at my desk.Before Nova could respond, Vivian breezed in, her red curls bouncing as she walked. "Ladies, you won't believe the email I just got. Apparently, the big boss himself will be sitting in on our presentation this week.""Alexander Carter?" I nearly choked on the words."The one and only," Vivian confirmed, perching on the edge of my desk. "Why do you look like you've seen a ghost? It's not like you'll have to talk to him."If only she knew."I'm just surprised," I managed. "He doesn't usually attend department presentations."Alice arrived last, as usual, balancing a stack of folders and her phone. "Sorry, I'm late. The barista got my order wrong twice. What did I miss?""Alexander Carter's coming to our presentation, and Olivia's single," Nova summarized.Alice's eyes widened. "What? Which one should I address first?""The presentation," I said quickly. "It's more important.""Like hell it is," Nova swiveled her chair to face me fully. "Spill it, Morgan. What happened with Ryan?"I sighed, lowering my voice. "I caught him fucking Sophia at her birthday party."All three women froze."Sophia Santos? The one whose party you rushed off to?" Vivian clarified, her mouth hanging open.I nodded."That backstabbing cunt," Nova breathed."I hope his dick falls off," Alice added, patting my shoulder."That's almost verbatim what Emilia said," I laughed despite myself."What did you do?" Vivian leaned in, hungry for details."I dumped him on the spot and left. End of story.""Good for you," Nova said firmly. "You deserve someone who knows what he has.""Preferably someone with a bigger dick and a functioning moral compass," Alice suggested."Can we please focus on work now?" I begged. "I have the social media analytics to finish before lunch."They reluctantly returned to their desks, but I caught them shooting me concerned glances throughout the morning.I buried myself in spreadsheets and engagement metrics, grateful for the distraction. The last thing I needed was to think about that night, including my unexpected encounter with Alexander Carter.The CEO of Carter Enterprises wasn't just my boss; he was a legend in the business world. Cold, calculating, brilliant. He'd taken his grandfather's company and transformed it into a multinational corporation in less than a decade. The tabloids occasionally linked him with models or actresses, but he was notoriously private.And I really, really didn't want him to connect the dots between the disheveled woman he'd rescued and Olivia Morgan, a junior marketing executive.At lunch, we headed to the company cafeteria on the 30th floor. I scanned the room instinctively, relaxing when I didn't spot any tall, dark-haired executives."So," Vivian said as we settled at our usual table, "tell us more about Friday. You rushed out of here like your ass was on fire."I poked at my salad. "Not much to tell. I got to the party, couldn't find Ryan, went looking for him, and found him bent over Sophia's dresser, drilling her like he was looking for oil."Nova snorted water through her nose. "Jesus, Liv! Warning next time.""What did you say?" Alice asked, leaning forward."I asked if they'd been 'careful' and reminded him that monogamy is apparently very limiting." I stabbed a cherry tomato. "Then I told him to go fuck himself. Or Sophia. Whichever.""Queen shit," Vivian raised her water bottle in a toast. "To Olivia, who doesn't take crap from cheating assholes.""To Olivia," the others echoed."Anything else interesting happened?" Alice asked. "Did you key his car? Throw drinks? Create a scene?"I hesitated. "No, nothing like that. Emilia and I just left."I couldn't bring myself to mention Alexander. It felt too surreal, too private somehow.The next few days passed in a blur of work and ignored calls from Ryan. I threw myself into the upcoming presentation, staying late to perfect the slides and rehearse my talking points. If Alexander Carter was going to be there, everything needed to be flawless.Not that he'd recognize me. He probably rescued women from creeps all the time. Why would he remember one random encounter?Thursday morning, I arrived early to set up the conference room. Our presentation on the new social media campaign was scheduled for 10 AM, and my stomach had been in knots since I woke up."Relax," Nova said, adjusting the projector. "Carter probably won't even show up. These executives always have 'emergencies' that pull them away.""And if he does show up, he'll be on his phone the whole time," Vivian added, straightening the chairs.Alice arrived with a tray of coffee. "Or he'll leave halfway through. That's what happened at the last sales presentation."Their attempts at reassurance weren't helping.I couldn't shake the image of Alexander recognizing me, his eyebrows rising in surprise as he connected the dots between professional Olivia Morgan and the emotional wreck he'd driven home.By 9:55, the room was filled with marketing staff and a few executives I recognized from other departments. I took my position near the front, reviewing my notes one last time.At exactly 10 AM, the room fell silent. I looked up to see Alexander Carter striding through the door, followed by two assistants. He was even more imposing in his natural habitat with a charcoal suit perfectly tailored to his broad shoulders, and his presence commanded attention effortlessly.He nodded to the room and took a seat in the back row. I quickly looked down at my notes, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Chapter 7 OliviaOur director began the presentation, introducing the campaign and the team behind it. When my turn came, I stepped forward on shaky legs."Good morning," I began, my voice steadier than I felt. "I'll be walking you through our social media strategy for the new product line."I clicked on the first slide, focusing on the familiar material rather than the gray eyes I could feel watching me. As I spoke, my confidence grew. This was my territory. I knew these numbers, these platforms, these strategies inside and out.Halfway through my section, I dared to look directly at Alexander. His expression was unreadable as he studied me, head slightly tilted. When our eyes met, though, something seemed to change in his face.I thought I saw recognition flicker in those steel-gray eyes. His lips parted just a bit, and for a fleeting moment, it almost looked as if he was genuinely surprised, or maybe I just imagined it.I faltered for just a second before pushing forward, explaining the projected engagement metrics for I*******m. When I glanced back at him, he leaned toward one of his assistants, saying something while still watching me.I finished my section and handed it off to Vivian, returning to my seat with my heart pounding. Throughout the rest of the presentation, I could feel Alexander's gaze returning to me, but I kept my eyes firmly on whoever was speaking.When the presentation concluded, our director asked for questions. Alexander spoke for the first time."Impressive work," he said, his deep voice instantly recognizable. "Particularly the social media strategy. Very innovative approach."My cheeks burned as several colleagues glanced my way. The director beamed, thanking him for his attendance and feedback.As the room began to clear, I gathered my notes quickly, planning a strategic retreat. I'd almost made it to the door when I heard his voice behind me."Ms. Morgan, isn't it?"I turned slowly, finding Alexander standing just a few feet away, hands in his pockets. His expression was neutral, but his eyes held a glint of something I couldn't identify."Yes, sir," I managed. "Olivia Morgan."He studied me for a moment, and I wondered if he was comparing the professional, composed version with the one he had met that night. The woman in the little black dress with mascara streaks and a shattered heart versus the polished junior executive who'd just delivered a flawless presentation."It's been a long time," he said finally, his voice low enough that only I could hear. "How are you?"I blinked. "Long time?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. Was his brain wired wrong? It had been less than a week since he'd driven me home from the worst night of my life.Alexander's eyes flickered with something that might have been amusement. "Why don't we talk in my office?"My stomach dropped to somewhere around my ankles. His office? The mythical top-floor sanctuary that junior executives whispered about but never visited? Before I could formulate a response, Nova appeared at my elbow, a stack of folders clutched to her chest."Olivia, I need you to—" She froze mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she registered Alexander standing there. "Oh! Mr. Carter. I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." She backed away like she'd stumbled upon a sleeping tiger. "Carry on. It can wait."She disappeared so quickly I half-expected to see a Nova-shaped cloud of dust in her wake."Okay," I said, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth had become.As we walked toward the elevator, I gave myself a mental shake. Why was I so nervous? I hadn't done anything wrong. So what if he'd seen me at my lowest moment? I'd caught my boyfriend cheating, been harassed by drunks, and Alexander had simply been a decent human being who offered us a ride. There was nothing to be embarrassed about.The elevator doors closed with a soft chime, leaving us alone in the sleek, private space.Alexander pressed the button for the top floor, and I tried not to fidget as we ascended in silence."Your presentation was excellent," he said suddenly. "You have a solid grasp of social media demographics.""Thank you," I managed, surprised by the compliment. "It's kind of my thing."The elevator dinged open to reveal a reception area I'd never seen before. Unlike the bustling marketing department fifteen floors below, this space was hushed, with sleek furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of Los Angeles.A woman with an impossibly tight bun looked up from behind a desk. "Mr. Carter, your three o'clock had called to reschedule.""Thank you." He guided me past reception with a light touch on my lower back that sent electricity shooting up my spine.Alexander's office was less of an office and more of a luxury apartment, minus the bedroom. A massive desk dominated one end, while a seating area with leather couches occupied another. A wet bar gleamed in the corner, and the views... dear God, the views. Los Angeles sprawled beneath us like a living map, the ocean visible in the distance."Would you like something to drink?" he asked, moving toward the bar."Water would be great." I remained standing, uncertain of where to place myself in this vast space.He returned with two glasses, gesturing toward the couches. "Please, sit."I perched on the edge of an expensive leather couch.Alexander settled across from me, one ankle resting on the opposite knee, the picture of relaxed authority."So," he said, taking a sip of his water. "How are you really?"The question caught me off guard. It wasn't the professional inquiry I'd expected."I'm... fine," I replied automatically, then reconsidered. "Actually, I'm better than I expected to be. Turns out finding your boyfriend having sex with your friend puts things in perspective."A ghost of a smile touched his lips. "I imagine it would.""Look, about that night..." I began, deciding to address the elephant in the room. "I appreciate what you did, but I hope it won't affect how you see me professionally."Alexander set his water glass down with deliberate precision. "Your personal life doesn't diminish your professional capabilities, Ms. Morgan. Your work speaks for itself."Relief washed through me. "Thank you. I was worried—""However," he interrupted, leaning forward slightly, "there is something I'd like to discuss with you.""What is it?" I asked, my fingers nervously tracing the condensation on my water glass.Alexander's eyes locked with mine, intense and unblinking. The silence stretched between us for three heartbeats."I need a wife." His voice was steel wrapped in velvet. "And you're going to marry me."Water sprayed across the coffee table as I choked mid-sip. "I'm sorry, what?"

Chapter 8 Olivia"You heard me correctly." He remained perfectly composed while I coughed and sputtered. "I require a wife within four months, and I've decided you're the most suitable candidate."I stared at him, certain I'd slipped into some alternate dimension. "Is this a joke?"Alexander's face remained perfectly serious, those gray eyes locked on mine without a hint of humor."I assure you, Ms. Morgan, I never joke about business matters.""And this is... business?" I managed, and my voice was higher than normal."Precisely." He leaned back, completely at ease, while my world tilted on its axis. "My grandfather has given me an ultimatum. I must marry within six months to retain control of Carter Enterprises. Two months have already passed while I've evaluated my options."I set my water glass down before I could spill more of it. "And you landed on... me? A random employee you drove home once?""There was nothing random about my selection process.""Mr. Carter, I don't understand why you're telling me this. Surely you should be out there looking for someone suitable to be your wife? Someone you're actually dating? Maybe propose to your girlfriend?"He looked at me in a way that suggested I was being deliberately obtuse. "If I had a girlfriend, we wouldn't be having this conversation.""Then find one! There must be thousands of women in Los Angeles who'd jump at the chance to marry you.""That's precisely the problem. They want to marry Alexander Carter, CEO and heir to the Carter fortune. The actual person is irrelevant.""And I don't want to marry you for your money?" I asked incredulously.His lips curved into something almost resembling a smile. "You're different.""You don't know me!""I know enough." He crossed one long leg over the other. "You're intelligent, resourceful, and you understand business. You're also honest—brutally so, based on how you handled your ex-boyfriend's infidelity."Heat crept up my neck at the reminder. "That doesn't mean I want to marry you!""I haven't explained the terms yet.""There aren't going to be any terms because this is insane! I'm your employee, Mr. Carter. You can't just ask employees to marry you!""I'm not asking all my employees," he said with maddening calm. "Just you.""Why me?" I demanded, standing up. "This is completely inappropriate and probably illegal!"Alexander remained seated, watching me with those unnerving eyes. "I chose you because you need this arrangement as much as I do."That stopped me cold. "What?""Please, sit down." His voice softened slightly. "I'm not some creep propositioning you, Olivia. This is a business arrangement that would benefit us both."Against my better judgment, I sank back onto the couch. "What could you possibly know about what I need?"Alexander leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Your student loans have been in deferment for two years, but that grace period ends next month. You've received four collection notices in the past two weeks alone."My mouth fell open. "How did you—""Your father's heart condition requires surgery that insurance won't fully cover. You've been working overtime for months, plus freelancing on weekends to save up the difference."I felt the blood drain from my face. "Have you been spying on me?""I've been researching you," he corrected, as if that made it better. "After I drove you home that night, I saw you in the office on Monday morning. Most people wouldn't show up to work like nothing happened after a weekend like that. It intrigued me.""So you dug into my personal life?" I demanded. "That's a serious invasion of privacy. You had no right to pry into my struggles and secrets.""I had our HR department pull your file. You applied for a company loan three months ago and were denied. You've been working sixty-hour weeks since January, which exceeds our recommended maximum. If this continues, HR will be forced to restrict your hours for liability reasons.""Your company is the one making me work those hours! The marketing department is severely understaffed and—""It's due to the sudden increase in sales and customer engagement," he finished for me. "Yes, I'm aware. And you're being compensated for the overtime, but combined with your freelance work, you're heading for burnout.""I'm fine," I insisted, even as my exhausted body betrayed me with a poorly timed yawn.Alexander's lips twitched. "Clearly.""This is insane. You can't possibly think I'd agree to marry you just because I have financial problems.""Not just marry me," he corrected. "Be my wife for exactly one year. After which we'll amicably divorce, and you'll walk away with five million dollars."The room spun slightly. "Five... million?""Tax-free," he added, as if that were the sticking point."Why not just hire an actress? Or find someone who actually wants to marry you?""An actress would be recognized. And as I mentioned, anyone who wants to marry me wants my money and position, not me.""And I don't want your money?" I asked skeptically."You need it," he clarified. "There's a difference. You have specific financial goals: clearing your debt, paying for your father's surgery. You're not looking to become Mrs. Carter permanently."I stared at Alexander, trying to process his words. He'd researched me, dug into my personal finances, and somehow knew about Dad's surgery. My mind raced through all the implications, the ethical violations, the sheer audacity of what he was suggesting."So what do you say, Ms. Morgan?" Alexander leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "Do you accept my proposal?""No," I said flatly. "Absolutely not. This is insane."His eyebrow quirked up. "Insane? Five million dollars for one year of your life is insane?""Yes! It's completely insane. You can't just buy people, Mr. Carter.""I'm not buying you," he replied calmly. "I'm proposing a mutually beneficial arrangement.""An arrangement where I pretend to be in love with my boss? Where I lie to everyone I know? Where I become tabloid fodder?" I shook my head. "No amount of money is worth that."Alexander studied me for a moment, then rose from his seat. He walked to his desk with measured steps, pulled open a drawer, and extracted a thick manila folder."Before you make your final decision," he said, returning to the seating area, "I'd like you to review this."

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You're sitting in your cubicle on the 42nd floor of Carter Enterprises, still reeling from the disaster of Friday night. Ryan’s betrayal, Sophia’s smirk, the drunken creeps on the sidewalk—each memory burns fresh. But you’re here. You showed up. In a crisp white blouse and heels that click like a war drum, you’re determined to prove you’re not broken.

The presentation begins. You deliver your part flawlessly, voice steady, mind sharp. Then you see him—Alexander Carter, CEO, your unexpected savior from that night, sitting in the back row, watching you with those piercing gray eyes.

Afterward, he calls your name. 'Ms. Morgan, isn’t it?' Your stomach drops. He remembers. He knows.

He invites you to his office. The elevator ride is silent, charged. When the doors open to his private floor, you feel like you’re stepping into another world.

He offers you water, then leans forward. 'I need a wife. And you’re going to marry me.'

You choke on your drink. 'I’m sorry, what?'

He remains calm. 'It’s a business arrangement. One year. Five million dollars. You get your father’s surgery. Your debts disappear. And I keep control of my company.'

You stare at him, heart pounding. This is insane. Dangerous. Completely inappropriate.

But then he slides a folder across the table. Inside: proof he knows everything—your loans, your father’s condition, your overtime shifts.

He’s not asking. He’s offering.

And for the first time since Friday night, you feel seen.

He’s watching you, waiting. The decision is yours.