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.”

“That is how my

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gulp, staring into his eyes across

checked it, but silenced it and handed it to Dom, who

eat?” I ask Alex, voice

He nods.

invite them to eat

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

like that they’re going to

before I could ask him what he was thinking, he addressed his guards, “Turn your backs to us. Every single one of

My jaw drops. “Alex!”

They’re not looking

huff, but no words

He smiles proudly.

I shake

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 his lacrosse team. For a while, I

on a long drive across the bridge and even lets me play music, talking to me about

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

a certain

“In?”

“Taking a life.”

widen, and he

mundane. I wanted more. So, I chose more. I chose thrill.

“It’s so… dangerous.”

He rolled his eyes,

to always look over

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hugging my arms close to my chest and look

“Mh-hm.”.

noticed about

one corner of his lips

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

I

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

breath even though tears glisten my eyes and I had no idea

my way.

facing him again. “I had a friend; her family pitied

wealthy, and that’s how I know proper etiquette. That’s

buzzes in response, and I wasn’t sure

I was spiralling into depression

emotion I didn’t quite understand myself. “Do you notice everyone

“Some more than others.”

colour is blue,” I tell him. “Black