His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 60

“Your room is so impersonal,” I comment, looking around. It was modern and designed carefully, but bland. There were a few frames here and there, but it looked like a vampire or a serial killer had tried to personalise a showpiece by adding the ghost of a human touch.

“We can make any change to it that you like,” Gabriel replied whale nuzzling his neck to my forehead sleepily, and it made me tickle.

The sex we just had should’ve made my buzz go away, but instead, it just made me feel high. I’d never had drunk sex before, and it was.. wow. Everything was heightened, and I still wasn’t tired. Gabriel wasn’t a big on cuddles but he had caged me in his arms so I’m guessing that had more to do with the fact that I wouldn’t run away and do something s*upid if he falls asleep next to me, because while I had been sleeping just fine every day, my husband had been pulling many all nighters..

He was tired. And I was like his toddler on sugar rush that was keeping him up by rambling about every thought that ever came to me. Admittedly, he was pretending to listen to me rather patiently, instead of just dozing off.

“I think your house is impersonal. I poked his nose, and he grudgingly opened his eyes.

“Please.” He scoffed. “My house is beautiful”

“Yeah, beautiful like a showpiece. Like you’ve taken a page out of Vogue magazine and brought it to reality.” I tell him, “There’s nothing that makes it seem like it belongs to you. Except your mom’s paintings, I think that’s a nice touch.”

“First of all, I would never make my house from what they show in Vogue. That’s too mainstream.” He moves a little away from me, as if realising that I won’t let him sleep till I sleep, and that’s not happening anytime soon. I frown, missing his touch on me almost immediately. “Secondly, these paintings I’ve put up are horrendous.”

My hand covers my mouth dramatically. “Did you just call your mom’s paintings horrendous?”

“They are.”

“Do you also think my paintings are horrendous?” My eyes narrow at him.

“Baby, I think you’re Pica*s*’s rebirth.”

“I like Van Gogh more.”

he was crazy like

while I hit him on his chest, and easily holding my hands apart me close again, entrapping me

do is a masterpiece, he promises

smile slip by.

He kisses my right eye. “Because you’re a good baker.” He kisses my left cheek. “Because you’re a good painter. He kisses n right cheek. “Because you’re such a

buttons of his shirt, “I meant you hated me

sex with you and I ve been obsessed ever since he

I asked about your ring” He adds as if he just remetebered, “I mean, the one that you bought for

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You did!”

engraving. They’ll deliver

engrave something?” I frown “Souch for

promises. “Not what

“Him”

to

I shake my head.

“Why not. Freckles?”

Freckles 1 look up at

scattered around the bridge of my nose and top of my cheeks. “It’s the first thing I noticed about you when I saw you in your room, and all I could think is why did you cover it

artists your family hired for me didn’t think my freckles

trailed down my chin, “They were just

a looming thought settles in “I feel

a

“Of what, sweetheart?”

I feel watched. Maybe I’m just paranoid, but I feel it all the time, and I feel

just your bodyguard watching