My Contracted CEO Husband Has Gone Bankrupt

Olive's Seduction

The Fields Group office building stood tall in the bustling Central Business District of Aloha. The streets were teeming with people and traffic, and the setting sun cast a warm, golden glow on the sleek glass exterior walls of the building. The vibrant energy of the city enveloped the area, adding to the anticipation and tension within the office.Throughout the day, people in the office gradually left for home, their footsteps echoing through the corridors. However, in the president's office, the atmosphere remained charged with intensity. The meeting, chaired by the charismatic president, had been going on for hours, and yet, a decision had not been reached. The group of people gathered around the large conference table continued to argue passionately, their voices rising and falling in a symphony of opinions.As the evening sky darkened and nightfall settled over the city, the doors of the meeting room finally opened. One by one, the participants filed out, their faces etched with exhaustion and determination. Only Alonso Fields, the enigmatic president, and his loyal friend and business partner, Ian Spencer, remained in the room.Ian leaned back in his plush office chair, the seriousness of the meeting now replaced with a relaxed demeanor. He lazily kicked his legs and spun the chair, the gentle creaking sound filling the otherwise silent room. Alonso glanced at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and concern."I think you took quite a risky step," Alonso remarked, his voice calm and measured.Ian grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with playful defiance. "Ah, but taking risks unexpectedly is the winning move. And I just love taking risks with you," he replied, his tone laced with flirtation.Alonso ignored the comment, rising from his seat and making his way towards the door. He was ready to leave the office and head home, his mind already occupied with thoughts of the evening ahead."Hey," Ian called out, catching up with Alonso and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Are you going to Houston tonight? Let's have a drink and unwind."Alonso shook his head, declining the invitation. "Not tonight. Olive and I are trying to conceive. No alcohol, no smoking. I won't be able to join these messy gatherings in the future."There was a subtle hint of pride in his words, a reflection of his commitment to building a family with Olive.Ian raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "What's messy about them... huh? Trying to conceive, huh? Does that mean I'll be a godfather next year?"Alonso's expression turned serious, his gaze piercing through Ian. "I am the only father of my child," he stated firmly, leaving no room for doubt.It had been almost a week since Olive Patton and Alonso had discussed their plans to have a child. On that day, Alonso had taken charge, scheduling their medical examinations and ensuring that everything was in order. Olive had followed his lead, her anxiety growing with each passing day, feeling like a prisoner awaiting execution.As the evening wore on, Olive found herself sitting in the living room on the first floor, her eyes constantly scanning the yard outside. Mrs. White, the housekeeper, approached her with concern."Olive, come and eat first. Alonso doesn't know when he'll be back," Mrs. White advised, her voice filled with motherly warmth."Just a little longer," Olive replied, shaking her head stubbornly. She was determined to wait for Alonso, her plans for the evening hinging on his arrival.After another ten minutes, the sound of a car engine finally reached Olive's ears. She peered out the window, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Alonso's car slowly entering the yard and stopping at the front gate. With a mixture of relief and anticipation, Olive quickly composed herself and sat back on the sofa, her posture poised and elegant.Alonso walked into the house, his presence commanding attention. Mrs. White greeted him warmly, her voice tinged with relief. "You're finally back. Olive has been waiting for you to have dinner."Alonso checked the time on his wrist, realizing that it was already past their usual dinner hour. Concern etched his features as he hurriedly made his way towards the living room, eager to see Olive.As he entered the room, his eyes immediately fell upon Olive, sitting on the sofa. Her long home dress gracefully covered her ankles, revealing only a glimpse of her fair complexion. She held a book in her hands, flipping through its pages slowly, her focus momentarily diverted.Alonso approached Olive, his steps purposeful and deliberate. "Why didn't you eat first?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.Olive closed the book, tossing it aside, and looked up at Alonso. There was a mixture of disappointment and affection in her eyes as she pulled at his tie, playfully tugging him closer. "Why are you so late again?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of discontent."I had a meeting," Alonso replied, bending down to kiss Olive on the lips. As he gazed at her, he couldn't help but notice the subtle expressions of coquettishness that she unconsciously displayed. It was moments like these that he cherished, the glimpses of intimacy that only surfaced when they were close.Olive released Alonso's tie, her gaze fixed on him. "So, do you want to take a shower first or eat?" she asked, her voice filled with a playful tone.Alonso, who usually preferred to take a shower upon arriving home, considered Olive's question. "Let's eat first," he decided, pulling Olive up from the sofa and leading her towards the dining room.Olive pressed close to Alonso, her arm intertwined with his, as they walked together. Her presence was a comforting warmth against his side, and Alonso couldn't help but steal an extra glance at her, captivated by her beauty and grace.There was something different about Olive tonight, something that Alonso couldn't quite put his finger on. But for now, he let it go, focusing on the simple pleasure of being in her company.They sat down at the dining table, the room bathed in soft candlelight. Olive occasionally served Alonso with food, her movements graceful and attentive. As she finished her own meal, Alonso was still eating, his tall frame and hearty appetite a source of amusement for Olive. She had grown accustomed to his daily exercise routine and the resulting need for a substantial amount of food.After the meal, Olive tried to persuade Alonso to join her for a couple's bath, a moment of relaxation and intimacy. However, Alonso heartlessly refused, his mind preoccupied with other matters. As Olive retreated to the bathroom, disappointment etched on her face, Alonso couldn't help but sense that something was amiss."Husband," Olive called out from outside the shower cubicle, her voice laced with a coquettish tone. Alonso turned to look at her, surprise evident in his eyes as he took in her alluring figure. Olive slowly undressed, her movements deliberate and enticing, her skin radiant under the soft glow of the bathroom lights."I want to shower with you," she whispered, her voice filled with desire.Alonso's mind raced, his body responding instinctively to Olive's proximity. He quickly increased the speed of his shower, his thoughts momentarily clouded by the intensity of the moment."I just remembered that there's a document I haven't looked at. I'll go out first, you take your time," Alonso said abruptly, his voice betraying a hint of unease. Without waiting for a response, he hurriedly finished his shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, and left the bathroom without even glancing sideways.Olive stood in the bathroom, her heart pounding with a mixture of frustration and desire. She stomped her foot in anger, her plans thwarted once again. But she wasn't one to give up easily. She had another plan up her sleeve.After Olive finished washing up and emerged from the bathroom, Alonso was leaning against the bedside, engrossed in studying some documents on his tablet. The room was filled with an air of tension and anticipation, the lingering scent of Olive's perfume adding to the charged atmosphere.But Olive didn't care about the documents or the importance of the task at hand. She had her own agenda for the evening, one that required Alonso's undivided attention.Before she even approached him, Alonso caught a whiff of Olive's intoxicating fragrance. He tightened his grip on the tablet, fighting the urge to look up and lose himself in her presence."It's so hot," Olive murmured to herself, her voice a seductive whisper. Her footsteps grew closer, and instead of climbing onto the bed from the other side, she made her way towards Alonso's side.Alonso suddenly felt a rush of warmth, accompanied by a tantalizing fragrance. His eyes widened as he saw a pair of fair and tender hands resting on the edge of the blanket. She was so close, her presence enveloping him in a cloud of desire.Instinctively, Alonso raised his head, his hand reaching out to help Olive up. But what he saw took his breath away-a snowy expanse of skin, a beautiful curve that left him momentarily speechless.Olive let out a startled squeal, her hand flying to her throat. She quickly regained her composure, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she propped herself up and straddled Alonso's legs, leaning closer to him."Husband..." she whispered, her voice filled with longing.Alonso's mind raced, his body responding to the proximity of Olive's enticing figure. He struggled to maintain control, his grip on her shoulders tightening as he fought against his own desires.Olive's soft tongue eagerly explored Alonso's lips, her passion evident in every movement. Alonso, unsure of what to do, held onto her shoulders, his touch gentle yet firm. He could feel the warmth and slipperiness of her hands, as if he were holding a piece of warm jade.Their lips collided, the slight pain only fueling their desire. Olive's rose-colored lips were parted, inviting Alonso to explore further. And for a moment, they were lost in the intoxicating dance of their desires, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.But as the intensity of the moment grew, Alonso's sense of responsibility and restraint kicked in. He abruptly pulled away, his breath ragged, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and conflict."Olive," he said, his voice filled with a mix of regret and determination. "We need to take things slow. We have all the time in the world."Olive, her eyes filled with a mix of frustration and longing, nodded reluctantly. She understood the importance of patience and building a solid foundation for their relationship. With a deep breath, she composed herself, her gaze fixed on Alonso."You're right," she replied, her voice filled with a newfound resolve. "We have all the time in the world."And with those words, they both knew that their love story was just beginning, a tale of passion, patience, and the enduring power of their connection.