His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 12

GABRIE

I’m not a man who usually listens to any woman, but this one had a hold on me. Not her, but the dress she was wearing. The way it hugged her upper body and then flowed down, showing her leg perfectly. Every time a man in this room looked at her, it drove me insane. It made me want to go up the stage and announce her as my wife.

“I don’t dance. I tell her firmly as 1 stand in front of her on the dancing floor, studying each move.

She pretended to be unbothered by what happened with Arthur, but I knew she heard every bit of my conversation with him, and it affected her.

“I know,” she replied, wrapping her hand around my neck. Her fake smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Can you stand here for a bit anyway?”

“Why

“Mrs. Johnson was talking about how we didn’t even dance at our own reception so we should take the floor now. I tried refusing, but she wouldn’t buy it. I was going to come find you after freshening up.”

My eyes reflexively found the sixty year old woman who was looking at us from a corner with her husband, who happened to be my grandfather’s friend. I put my hands on her waist. “So, you’re doing this to keep pretence? Because the contract I made you sign requires you to?”

“Mh-hm.”

I tightened my grasp on her waist, pulling her closer and swaying with her.

She was usually way more talkative than this.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Arthur was drunk.”

“He was”

“If you would’ve have been there, what was he planning to do?”

1 stiffened. “I was there.”

She hesitantly looked at me. “But you won’t always be there.”

“I will.” I tell her, my voice promising. “You’re my responsibility, Sofia.”

“Freckles.”

“What?”

She finally smiled. “You call me freckles.”

“I do. I passed her a soft one back and she relaxed, seeming convinced.

Im ready to go home.

“You haven’t eaten.”

She just shrugged, moving away from me and my hands drop from her waist, almost making me wish she hadn’t. She fixed

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her dress while I stared, wondering how pretty that piece of cloth would look on the floor of my.

That thought alone, of removing her dress in my room, my hands all over that perfect skin of hers, made heat rush down and I could feel my pants tighten.

I had to tear my vision away from her and just when I was almost successful in calming my absurd thoughts down, she wrapped one of her hands around my arm, and my breath froze midway again.

effect she subconsciously had on my self control, I led her towards the exit when someone announced my name

who. I didn’t

you, Sofia murmured, turning

in bold letters, under the top 3 biggest contributors

shook my head. Wasn’t this supposed to

you don’t like

rolled my eyes. “You

from eye to eye while we walked out of the gala in silence,

million dollars I paid were worth lifting her mood after

SOFIA

valet to bring the

me a glance.

know.” My

to

glare at him. I genuinely thought he would remove his coat and offer it to me, but he

at times, and not at

difficult man to

car was brought, and I didn’t waste a second rushing to the passenger seat and getting in. Lknew Gabriel was

got

in.

thing he did was switch on the heater, and then the

time was almost midnight, but I couldn’t sleep.

wake up, but when the hunger pangs became unavoidable, I

gotten used to eating what was being served here, so I had no idea what was

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find some chips with a dip of

No luck.

behind me.

jumped in my place when I

eyebrow raised. I gulped looking at him, but mostly the way

took a conscious decision to look away from him. “I- I’m just looking for chips, Or

time I had seen him in anything except a shirt and pants. And I always knew he was so good looking, but the way the thin material of his tee

my room on, my hair tied in a messy ponytail when his eyes

He didn’t stop.

stop till he was inches away, forcing me to look back at

although I wasn’t too blessed in

I was hoping

so close that I could hear him breath. If I leaned up, he

“Chips,” he said.

My lips parted. He had walked this close to open the drawer above me, and I hadn’t even realised

flushed, I grabbed the pack of unopened chips from

He didn’t move away.

out from the right, but he put his hand on that

was barely a

He didn’t answer.

I was stuttering. He was leaning down to reach my height. His face was inches away from mine couldn’t

waist, sliding downwards. I stopped breathing when they reached over my but

My very bare thigh.

*Hm?” I gulped.

raised me, but I was studdenly sting on

“Would you

“What?”

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“The chips.