The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 212

Olivia

The private jet's engines hummed as we descended through the clouds. Milan spread out beneath us, with all its terracotta roofs and medieval towers giving way to modern skyscrapers on the outskirts.

"There," Alexander pointed out the window. "The Duomo. You can see the spires from here."

I pressed my face closer to the glass, excitement bubbling up. "It's gorgeous even from up here."

"Wait until you see it up close. The detail work is incredible."

The landing was smooth, and within twenty minutes we were in another sleek black car, this time with an Italian driver named Marco who spoke rapid-fire English with a thick accent.

"Benvenuti a Milano," Marco said enthusiastically. "First time?"

"For me, yes," I replied. "He's been here a million times but never actually seen anything."

Marco laughed, shooting Alexander a knowing look in the rearview mirror. "Ah, businessman. Always work, never play. This is no good."

"My wife is determined to change that," Alexander said dryly.

"Smart woman," Marco approved. "Milano is beautiful. You must see everything. Duomo, Galleria, La Scala. And the food! Signora, you will never want to leave."

"That's what I keep hearing."

The drive into the city center was fascinating. Unlike London's gray stone or Paris's pale limestone, Milan was warm terracotta and ornate ironwork. Modern fashion boutiques sat next to Renaissance churches. Sleek sports cars shared the streets with tiny Fiats.

"Where are we staying?" I asked as we turned onto a grand boulevard.

"The Four Seasons. It's in a converted monastery from the 15th century."

"Of course it is. Why stay somewhere normal when you can sleep in a former monastery?"

Alexander grinned. "You're learning."

The hotel was stunning, with all frescoed ceilings and marble columns blending seamlessly into modern luxury. Our suite overlooked a peaceful courtyard garden.

"This is incredible," I breathed, exploring the enormous space. "Is every hotel you stay at like this?"

"Pretty much. I find comfort enhances productivity."

"Everything comes back to work with you."

"Speaking of which, I have meetings starting in an hour."

"Already? We just landed."

"Welcome to my life." He was already pulling out his laptop. "But I should be done by six. We can have dinner at this place I know. Best risotto in Milan."

"You and your food recommendations."

"Haven't steered you wrong yet, have I?"

"Fair point." I flopped onto the plush sofa. "Go do your business things. I'll find ways to entertain myself."

After Alexander left, I spent the afternoon exploring the area around the hotel. The Duomo was only a short walk away, its Gothic spires even more breathtaking up close. I wandered through the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, gaping at the luxury shops and the stunning glass-vaulted arcade.

The way he said those words, like they carried weight beyond simple courtesy, made something flutter in my chest.

I took another sip of wine, letting the warmth spread through me as Paolo returned with their next course.

The next few days in Milan passed in a blur of business meetings and stolen moments between Alexander's work commitments. Mornings started with coffee and pastries from a local café, while Alexander reviewed contracts and I worked remotely on Thompson Hotels materials. The pattern felt domestic in a way that surprised me.

Our nights were different. Raw. Intense.

The first night after dinner, we barely made it back to the Four Seasons before Alexander had me pressed against the suite's entrance, his mouth hot on my neck while his fingers worked between my legs.

He fucked me right there against the door, my dress hiked up around my waist, his cock driving into me hard enough to rattle the wood. I came twice before he finally carried me to bed, where he proceeded to wreck me completely, his mouth and hands everywhere until I was begging incoherently for release.

He made me ride him after, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise while he watched me take his cock, his eyes dark with possession.

The second night involved the marble bathtub and a bottle of champagne that ended up mostly on the floor after Alexander bent me over the edge and fucked me from behind, the water sloshing everywhere while I gripped the porcelain and screamed his name. Later, he took me on the balcony overlooking Milan's skyline, my hands braced against the railing while he pounded into me under the stars, his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans from echoing across the courtyard below.

By the third morning, I could barely walk straight. Alexander just grinned smugly over his espresso.

"You're going to kill me," I muttered, wincing as I shifted in my chair.

"What a way to go," he replied, completely unrepentant.

But the days held their own magic. Between Alexander's meetings, we explored Milan together. He surprised me by actually putting away his phone during our afternoon excursions.

"See?" I said as we stood before the Duomo, its Gothic spires reaching toward the cloudless blue sky. "This is what you've been missing."