His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

GABRIEL

Arthur Geller was a man in his forties, the biggest woman-objectifier I know, a pervert, and an overall cheapskate who makes the next pretty, young girl his ‘target’ and never learnt the meaning of boundaries. Fortunately for him, the only good thing about him was his business sense because 4% of the Whitlock revenue directly came from him and his shell companies, which is why I dealt with him often.

In all fairness, I never cared about what he did with who outside the walls of his office, and that was until I got my wife to his

office.

All I could think of now was the crimes I would commit if he laid his dirty eyes on the girl I had left outside.

Because even in all my annoyance against Sofia, I wasn’t blind. I knew Sofia was beautiful, more beautiful than most girls I knew and any man with a d*ck would love her.

I knew I would.

But the idea of that being any other man, especially Arthur, drove me insane to a point where I could not sit in front of the

man anymore.

1 tapped the back of the pen on the desk impatiently and as Arthur’s eyes studied me, Peter shifted behind me in

discomfort.

You seem in a haste today,” Arthur commented.

“Just want to get this done with.”

“You usually never want to get done with business, you could live in it,” He mused. “What is this about? Have anyone to return home to?”

My eyes flickered to him. I knew he had heard about my marriage. I knew anyone with an Internet access had. It had been about ten days, and it was still making headlines.

“Lily Grant perhaps?” He pushed.

Lif

I stiffened, and if my eyes could shoot daggers, Arthur would be dead by now. Nonetheless, I pulled back my poker face. “Why don’t we just wait quietly? There’s no reason why me picking up a file should require us talking.”

“We’re friends, Gabe.”

“We’re not.” I gave him a hard pressed smile.

Peter stepped closer to me from behind. He bent to my level. “Si, the driver called..” he murmured, only in my ear for me.

I contemplated the urge

“She slept”

“What?”

“She slept.

glared, and he stepped back.

old was this

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f*cking sleeps in the

I knew the driver wouldn’t have

I cleared my throat.

Arthur raised an

No, actually. I’ve got a personal emergency. Would you

do. He nodded, and I stood up, unbuttoning my

off.” I left Arthur’s office with Peter on my trail, giving him clear instructions to send a reminder to Arthur PA if

and me in my car. Looking at Sofia asleep with her legs over the leather seat I had paid tens of thousands of dollars for. I almost cringed,

us home,” I said to the driver. “And why is it so cold

don’t

preferred employees who could silent,y take an order. It’s what I

temperature inside the car got warmer and I had to loosen the clothes I was wearing. I watched her more times

SOFIA

stomach had hunger pangs to the point where I

With Gabriel.

Shit

right out, looking like she was in the middle of knocking on my door when

“How’d I get here?”

you.” Her eyes flickered to the tray of food in her hands, “You’ve been

“How did I

“What?”

for Gabriel, and I just woke up here. So how did I

cheeks blushed, “I don’t know.

“What?”

“I’m not sure.”

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sure to thank him.” Mouth almost still open, I

think

“Why not?”

never thanks

a smile, I take

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