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.”

replied. “That is how

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gulp, staring into his eyes across

breaks when his phone buzzes, 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

He nods.

invite them

I was a madwoman. “Do I look like I was throwing a

and closes. “I don’t like that they’re going

smug, and before I could ask him what he was thinking, he addressed his guards, “Turn your backs

My jaw drops. “Alex!”

They’re not looking at

huff, but no words leave

He smiles proudly.

I shake

was the nerd, the introvert, the loner who liked to play football. He was the

bridge and even lets

you chose this life?” I asked him when he was driving us home and it was just the two of us.

a

“In?”

“Taking a life.”

he smirks at my

wanted more. So, I chose more. I chose thrill. Adventure. Mind games. Strategies. A world with

“It’s so… dangerous.”

exhausting,” He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, you mentioned a

to always look over

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me, Mia. I’m always alert

70%

I lean behind on the passenger seat, hugging my arms close to my chest and look at

“Mh-hm.”.

noticed

makes one corner

“Your breath turns shaky every time you’re conscious, like if you’re lying or you’re turned on. Your eyes twitch when you’re lying. Your nose flares when you’re angry and you usually end up with tears in your eyes. Death is a sensitive topic to you. You fluster quite easily whenever you’re embarrassed, which is a

stop.” I

hate eye contact so 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 you didn’t like- including caviar, and

don’t know why I chuckle under my breath even though

glanced my way. “Observing

“I had a friend; her family pitied me at

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

I wasn’t sure if he believed me or

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

staring at him with an emotion I didn’t

“Some more than others.”

favourite colour is blue,” I tell him. “Black is a close