His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

“Your grandfather paid for all this?” I asked in a hushed voice while sitting across him at our table in a fancy restaurant with a name I couldn’t even pronounce, but the food made up for the horrendous name.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “That’s what a gift means, Freckles.”

I blinked, unconvinced. “The timing is just a little suspicious.”

“Why?”

“It’s out of nowhere.”

“No, it isn’t. We never had a honeymoon because we met each other for the first time at the altar, so my grandfather figured two months is enough time for me to get to know you. Hence the out of nowhere honeymoon.”

“Hm.” I dig into my pasta, still not quite convinced, but I had other things on my mind- like how I had fallen in love with the meatballs I was eating, and how no restaurant would be able to replicate it’s taste back at home.

“How many days are we going to be here for?” I asked him. That’s how most conversations between us go, I initiate, he replies.

A few

I raised an eyebrow. “What is a few?”

“Well, we have a jet. We can go back whenever we like.”

“So there’s no return date?”

“Not yet.”

“But you said you had a business dinner on Saturday.”

Gabriel frowned. “When did I say that?”

“To James,” I remind him, “When he invited us over for dinner.”

“Oh that.” A smug expression crosses his face.

My lips part. “You lied!”

“I did nothing of that sort. Gabriel wasn’t too much of a convincing liar when he didn’t want to be.

“Is there an extent to

don’t get jealous, Freckles. Just

urge to roll my eyes, focusing back on my pasta as

“What’re you wearing?”

satin shirt and skirt?

se that

His

“I mean…

him.

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Chapter 33

“You wanted me

if I do tuck you Nonchalant as ever, he ate. “Now

“One night wasn’t enough.

covered my lips. “I’m wearing

going to tear it

ruin all my

can. Because then I’d

I giggled shaking my head,

wildest kink?” He asked, “A fantasy you’re scared

from my red face it was way more interesting than he earlier thought. Nonetheless, I looked at him pointedly. “Is every question you ask related

everything

“No, you don’t”

comfort

slow songs, mostly from Taylor Swift, but your favourite music genre is hip-hop. You binge watch your shows whenever you’re sad. Daisies are your favourite flowers. You miss your parents incredibly, you went to Seoul to connect with their memories. You’re fiercely protective about your family- your grandfather, and you’d do anything for him. And, you like me. He says all

I mumble, not

Facebook material that you like

I scowl, “I barely even tolerate

smirks. “See, here’s one thing I didn’t know about you- you also

“Whatever helps you sleep

f*cking you. Or actually f*cking you like

part. “You’re

at proving you wrong, which means I have

feel my cheeks redden, again. “I can’t tell you, I’murmur. It

mine and I’ll tell you in a

him what his kinks were, his wildest fantasy, but knowing his answers meant giving him mine and I wasn’t ready for that yet.

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