The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265

Olivia

“I enjoy it,” he said simply.

“Well, for a change, let me dress you.”

His eyebrow arched. “Dress me?”

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“Yeah. Your turn to be the mannequin.” I grabbed his hand, tugging him toward a men’s boutique across the street. “Come on.”

I pulled him into the shop, a breezy open air space with racks of casual wear displayed against whitewashed walls. Island music drifted from hidden speakers, mingling with the rustle of palm fronds outside.

“What are we doing here?” Alexander asked, looking around with obvious confusion.

“Shopping.” I grabbed a pale blue linen shirt and held it up against his chest. “For you.”

“I don’t need clothes.”

“Everyone needs clothes.” I grabbed another shirt, this one in cream. “And you’re always dressing me. Turnabout is fair play.”

A salesman approached, all white teeth and helpful energy. “Can I help you find anything?”

“Yes,” I said before Alexander could protest. “Casual shirts, linen pants.”

The salesman’s eyes lit up. “I have several pieces that would work perfectly. Right this way.”

We followed him to a section featuring lightweight fabrics in tropical colors. I immediately grabbed a butter- yellow shirt that made me think of sunshine.

“Try this,” I instructed, shoving it at Alexander.

He took it with obvious skepticism. “Yellow?”

“It’ll look good on you. Trust me.”

“That’s what you said about the red dress.”

“And I was right.” I pulled another shirt off the rack, seafoam green. “This too.”

Alexander held up both shirts, looking between them and me. “These are very… bright.”

I grabbed a pair of white linen pants. “Fitting room. Now,”

“You’re bossy when you shop.”

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“You’re difficult when you’re being dressed. Even trade.”

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The salesman led us to a spacious fitting room with louvered doors and a full length mirror. Alexander stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

“Need help?” I called out.

“I can dress myself, thanks.”

“Could’ve fooled me. You’ve been fighting me on every piece.”

The door opened, and Alexander stepped out wearing the yellow shirt with his suit pants. The contrast was ridiculous, making me laugh.

“Hold on,” I said, grabbing the white linen pants and shoving them at him. “Try it with these.”

He disappeared back into the fitting room. When he emerged again, the transformation was striking.

“Wow,” I breathed.

“That good?” He turned to check himself in the mirror, frowning slightly. “I look like I’m on vacation.”

“Exactly.” I circled him, examining the fit. “That’s the point.”

Alexander met my eyes in the mirror. “You really like this?”

“I love it. You look different. Softer.”

“Softer,” he repeated flatly.

“In a good way! Less intimidating CEO, more actual human being.”

The salesman approached with an armful of additional pieces. “These just came in. I think they’d work beautifully.”

I grabbed them eagerly, sorting through linen shirts in coral, mint, and pale pink. “Try these.”

Over the next twenty minutes, Alexander modeled various combinations while I played stylist, approving some and vetoing others. The coral shirt got a definite yes. The pink one made him look washed out, so he went back.

“How about this?” He emerged in a navy linen shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows.

I tilted my head, considering. “It’s nice. Very Mediterranean.”

“That’s not exactly helpful feedback.”

“Fine. It’s perfect. We’re getting it.” I grabbed two more shirts off a nearby rack. “And these.”

“I don’t need this many clothes.”

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“These are for me to look at,” I said, holding up a striped shirt. “Not for business.”

He paused, the shirt halfway unbuttoned. “For you to look at?”

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“Yeah. I want to see you in something other than corporate armor occasionally.” I met his eyes. “Is that allowed?”

A slow smile spread across his face. “When you put it like that…”

“Good. Now try this one.”

He disappeared back into the fitting room while I browsed nearby racks. The salesman hovered helpfully, suggesting accessories, belts, and casual shoes.

“We’ll take everything he tried on that I approved,” I told him. “Plus these.” I grabbed several more items.

“Excellent choices,” he beamed. “Shall I start ringing them up?”

“Please.”

Alexander emerged in his original clothes, arms full of garments. “That’s a lot.”

“You bought me eight thousand dollars‘ worth of lingerie. Don’t talk to me about excessive shopping.”

“Fair point.” He followed me to the counter, where the salesman was already tallying up the total.

The number on the screen made my eyes widen slightly. Three thousand dollars. For casual clothes.

Alexander didn’t even blink; he just pulled out his credit card.

“You sure about this?” I asked quietly. “That’s a lot for clothes you might never wear.”

“I’ll wear them.” His hand found the small of my back. “You picked them out. That makes them important.”

Something warm bloomed in my chest at his words. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he countered, signing the receipt. “For caring enough to do this.”

The salesman handed over several large shopping bags. “Enjoy your stay in Grand Cayman.”

Outside, the heat had eased into something more comfortable as evening approached.

“Where to now?” Alexander asked, adjusting the bags in his hands.

“Food,” I declared. “I’m starving.”

“Any preferences?”

I scanned the nearby restaurants, spotting a casual seafood place with outdoor seating. “There. Looks perfect.”

The restaurant was busy but not packed, locals and tourists mixing at weathered wooden tables under string

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lights. We snagged a table near the water, waves lapping at the dock below.

A waitress appeared with menus and a bright smile. “Welcome! Can I start you with drinks?”

“Rum punch,” I said immediately.

“Make that two,” Alexander added.

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The drinks arrived quickly, sweet and strong, and exactly what I needed. I took a long sip, savoring the tropical flavors.

“This is perfect,” I sighed, leaning back in my chair.

Alexander watched me over the rim of his glass. “You look relaxed.”

“I am. No work, no family drama, just vacation.”

“About that family drama,” he started, but I held up my hand.

“Nope. No serious talk. Not tonight.”

“Fair enough.”