His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 115

MIA]

“This restaurant is… fancy.” I whisper to Alex, looking around. The place was huge, on top of a sixty floor building overlooking the rest of the city. Cream modern wallpapers, glass chandeliers

and cutlery branded with the Versace logo. It was also surprisingly empty.

“Why are you whispering?”

I let that settle in as I lean back in my chair. “Why is the place

empty?”

He sets down the menu he had been reading, c**g an eyebrow as if offended by my question. “You didn’t think I would dine with other people?”

My lips part in a gasp. “You booked the entire place?!”

“Yes,” he casually replied. “I like privacy.”

“This much privacy?”

“What if I feel like bending you over in the middle of dinner and eating you instead?” His lazy smirk I had given my heart to lingers in his lips,

but I cautiously look around to his guards who were standing a mere ten feet away.

“They can hear us!”

“They work forme, not the other way around.”

I frown. “Can’t you like… dismiss them for the night?”

“And what do I do, pray tell, if we are attacked?”

“I thought you’re this bad-a** guy who can take on an army by yourself,” I teased.

“Realistically, I can take on ten men while also protecting you. What if there are like… a hundred of them?”

I gulp. “Someone can send a hundred men to attack you?”

“Someone might,” He sips his wine. “You are greatly underestimating the position I hold in the Mafia, Mia.”

“Why?” I ask, and the waiter interrupts us. We both give our orders, and I order a c**l while Alex enjoys the most expensive bottle of wine

money could buy.

“You were saying?” He asked once the waiter left.

“Yeah, I asked, why?” I repeated. “Why did you choose this life?”

“Why not?”

“It’s dangerous, and exhausting; I can’t imagine what it would be like to not go out by yourself.”

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his eyes

and he appeared annoyed the moment he checked it, but silenced it and handed it to Dom, who grabs it quickly before walking back to

eat?” I ask Alex, voice falling into a whisper

He nods.

invite them to eat with

madwoman. “Do I look like I was throwing

“I don’t like that they’re

what he was thinking, he addressed his guards, “Turn your backs to us. Every

My jaw drops. “Alex!”

not looking at us

I huff, but no words

He smiles proudly.

I shake

dinner while chatting, and for a while, I forget about the number of guards around us when I tell him about my high school experience and he about his. I was the nerd, the introvert, the loner who liked to play football. He was the popular kid, the trouble maker, the captain of

me on a long drive across the bridge and even lets me play

you chose this life?” I asked him when he was driving us home and it was just the two of us. “I mean, you have such a wonderful family. Why’d you want to join

a certain

“In?”

“Taking a life.”

and he

I chose more. I chose thrill. Adventure. Mind games. Strategies. A world with no morals? I signed myself

“It’s so… dangerous.”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah,

to always look

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second nature to me, Mia. I’m always alert and

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passenger seat, hugging my arms close to

“Mh-hm.”.

noticed about me

question makes one corner of his lips turn

eyes. Death is a sensitive topic to you. You fluster quite easily whenever you’re embarrassed, which is a lot. Baking isn’t a hobby to you, it’s an escape. You’re not

I

much, it makes you squirm. You only watch rom-coms and I assume you’ve either never had a fulfilling love in your life or one-too-many tragedies. Your favourite colour is black. Very boring, by the way, Mia. You say you didn’t have time to date because you were so busy earning hand-to-mouth, but the fancy restaurant dishes didn’t intimate you. You knew what

know why I chuckle under my breath even though tears glisten my eyes

glanced my

facing him again. “I had a friend; her

time. They were wealthy, and that’s how I know proper etiquette. That’s also

response, and I wasn’t sure

had ever noticed me. I always lived in the shadows. Nobody cared for me, nobody bothered to help when I was spiralling into depression or struggling to make ends meet. And here this guy was. He’d even noticed my

keep staring at him with an emotion I didn’t quite understand myself.

“Some more than others.”

blue,” I tell him. “Black is a