His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 119

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A day passes. Then two and three. Before I know it, the whole week was gone.

The first few days, I threw tantrums and starved myself. After the fourth day, I had been eating one meal a day and pushing away everything else, including different cupcakes I was being sent for dessert.

“Sir isn’t going to approve of this

“If he cares so much, ask him to conc

I’m dieting for our wedding.”

looks at me with a permanent frown etched on her lips. “You’ve been starving for a week.”

me myself instead of locking me up like I’m Rapunzel.” I screech. “Besides, if he asks, just tell him

Something flickers in Lana’s eyes, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say it was sympathy. But it couldn’t be, because she didn’t have one kind bone in her body.

“Why do you dislike me so much, Lana?” I asked her, unable to stop my curiosity today. I had been in this house for over a month and a half, locked in my room with her for a week and she hadn’t still warmed up to me.

“I don’t dislike you,” she replies without thinking too much. “It’s just that, when you are around or even involved, Sir is distracted.”

If I wasn’t this mad at Alex, I would have actually blushed at what Lana said. My liking for him was stupid. “And why is that so bad?” I asked. “Couldn’t that man use a little… distraction? He’s so stressed and focused all the time.”

“When Sir is distracted, lives become at risk.” She simply replies, picking up the tray of dinner and dessert I had pushed away. “Including his

own.”

And then she walks away, leaving me to myself.

I sigh, rolling over in the bed. One week of being inside and I missed how stupidly there was a part of me that missed him. I hadn’t heard his voice. I missed it. I missed his touch, I missed his presence, just him over all.

But another part of me was just so mad.

He didn’t even ask me to marry him, he just demanded it. Like it was his God given right that he was establishing.

Arrogant fucker.

My arrogant fucker.

alone time before Lana

was a robot.

consumes me when I hear footsteps behind me and then the door

a robot after all. Look who

makes its way to me. “Or I think you prefer Rapunzel,

fast, just think I gave myself a whiplash. “Alex,” I only breathed. I

took him in. His hair were messed up and he had a stubble.

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where the wa

intensity

had the Thoort wastin

of my

“Didn’t

(‘re mine!

That doesn’t

can have cameras in my room.”

smiles

have to smile? That too

my back, reminding myself I’m mad at him.

want me

A small shake,

miss me,

little,” My voice was basically non

lips was still raised as he

doing?”

replies, and his

immediate arousal floods me at the anticipation of

breathe him in, his

over his T–shirt, and I desperately claw it off him.

just causes his smirk to grow. “You

him as I remove my own T–shirt, letting my tits out.

statement to himself as he finds his way on top of me, taking one of my breasts into his hand

the effect he has on me, the way

my name, baby. If I don’t hear your voice screaming it, I’m going to drive you to your climax and not let