The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322

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For the next twenty minutes, I hacked away at golf balls with varying degrees of success. Most of my shots were terrible, but occasionally I’d connect cleanly, and the ball would actually fly in something resembling the right direction.

“There!” Alexander said when one of my shot iled straight down the range. “That’s what you’re aiming for.”

“Beginner’s luck.”

“Skill,” he corrected. “You’re getting the hang of it.”

I lowered the club, my arms already aching. “This is harder than it looks.”

“Most things are.” He picked up his own club, a driver that looked massive compared to my iron. “Want to see how it’s actually done?”

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He teed up a ball and took his stance, his movements precise and practiced. The club came back in a smooth arc, paused for a fraction of a second at the top, then whipped down through the ball. The sound of contact was clean and solid, completely different from my pathetic attempts.

The ball rocketed down the range, sailing high and straight before landing at least two hundred yards away.

“Okay,” I admitted. “That was impressive.”

“Years of practice.” He teed up another ball. “Want me to show you again, slower this time?”

“Please.”

He went through the motion in slow motion, narrating each part. “Weight shifts to your back foot on the backswing, then transfers forward as you come through. The power comes from your hips, not your arms.”

I watched carefully, trying to memorize the mechanics. It looked so simple when he did it, like breathing.

“Your turn.” He gestured to the tee.

I set up another ball and tried to replicate what he’d shown me. The swing felt better this time, more controlled. The ball flew off the club face, arcing through the air before landing maybe fifty yards out.

“Yes!” I pumped my fist. “Did you see that?”

“I saw it.” His smile was genuine, proud. “That was a real golf shot.”

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

“I’m not surprised. I knew you could do it.” He moved behind me again, his hands settling on my hips. “But

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let’s work on your follow–through. You’re stopping too early.”

His hands guided me through the full motion, his body pressed against mine as we mov

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lesson had stopped being about golf somewhere around the third swing, morphing into something else entirely.

“Like this?” I asked, my voice breathier than intended.

“Exactly like that.” His lips brushed my neck. “Pe ct form.”

“Alexander, I warned. “We’re in public.”

“I know.” But he didn’t move away. “Doesn’t stop me from wanting you.”

“We’re at your grandfather’s country club.”

“So?”

“So maybe save the seduction for when we’re not surrounded by wealthy retirees?”

He laughed, finally stepping back. “Fine. More golf, less foreplay.”

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For the next thirty minutes, he guided me through proper golf technique with surprising patience. His body pressed against mine as he adjusted my grip, his hands covering mine on the club.

“Loosen your wrists,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re too stiff.”

“Hard not to be when you’re touching me like that.”

“Focus.” But I felt him smile against my neck. “Feel how the club moves? That’s the natural are you want.”

He guided me through another practice swing, slow and controlled. His chest was solid against my back, his thighs bracketing mine.

“Better,” he said, finally stepping away. “Try one on your own.”

I addressed the ball, channeling everything he’d taught me. Drew back, kept my eye on the ball, swung through. The connection felt clean, and I watched the ball are down the range.

“Yes!” I spun to face him. “Did you see that?”

“I saw it.” His smile was genuine, proud even. “That was perfect form.”

“Thank you, thank you.” I took an exaggerated bow. “I’d like to thank the academy and my incredibly patient husband.”

“Patient?” He pulled me close. “I don’t think that’s the right word for what I am right now.”

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Heat flooded through me at his blunt honesty. “Alexander…”

“What? You asked.” His hand slid down my spine. “Watching you concentrate that hard, the way you bite your lip when you’re focusing, how your body moves w you swing…”

“We’re at a country club.”

“I’m aware.” He released me with obvious reluctance. “Which is the only reason I’m not bending you over this mat right now.”

My breath caught. “Jesus.”

“Hit another ball,” he said, his voice rough. “Before I forget where we are.”

I turned back to the tee with shaking hands, acutely aware of his eyes on me. Positioned myself like he’d shown me, drew back, and swung. The ball flew straight and far.

“Good,” Alexander said from behind me. “Again.”

I hit ball after ball, finding a rhythm. Some shots were terrible, dribbling off to the side or barely clearing twenty yards. But others connected beautifully, sailing down the range in satisfying arcs.

“You’re getting it,” Alexander said after I made three solid shots in a row. “See? Natural athlete.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I would.” He moved beside me, selecting his own club. “Watch.”

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up a ball and took his stance. The motion was fluid, practiced, almost beautiful in its precision. The club whistled through the air, connecting with a sharp crack. The ball rocketed down the range, easily twice as far as my best shot.

“Show off,” I said.

“Just demonstrating proper technique.” He flashed me a grin. “Your turn again.”

We continued like that, alternating shots. Alexander offered tips between swings, adjusting my stance or grip with those distracting hands. Other club members came and went on neighboring mats, but I barely noticed them.

“Shift your weight more,” he instructed during one swing. “Back foot to front foot as you come through.”

I tried to follow his direction, but the movement felt awkward.

“Here.” He positioned himself behind me again, his hands on my hips. “Feel this?”

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hipbones, directing the weight transfer.

“Like that?” I asked, my voice coming out breathier than intended.

“Exactly like that.” His hands lingered. “Try it now.”

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I swung, incorporating the hip movement. The ball flew farther than any of my previous attempts.

“Yes!” I turned in his arms. “That was incredible!”

“Told you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You just needed to find the right rhythm.”

“Thanks to you.”

“I’m a decent teacher when properly motivated.”

“And what motivates you?”

“You.” He said it simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Watching you succeed. Seeing that smile when you nail a shot.”

Something warm bloomed in my chest at his words. “That’s surprisingly sweet.”

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I laughed, the sound carrying across the range. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

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