His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 143

Aurora’s POV

I was a slut trapped in a virgin’s body.

Yes, you read that correctly. I was a twenty–five year old virgin.

And that was not by choice. Mostly.

When all my friends were losing their virginity, I couldn’t because all boys were running away from me, thanks to my twin brother. He had marked me off limits right from day one, calling a campus wide hands–off law.

Who wouldn’t listen to the captain of the lacrosse team who had a knack for destruction and starting fires and getting violent?

I figured things would get better once he joined the mafia, but rumours spread as far and wide as a forest fire. Nobody wanted to associate with the ‘little sister‘ of a mafia don.

Little sister, my foot.

Now, I was taking matters into my own hands.

Little silver dress? Check.

Two glasses of vodka down? Check.

A club notorious for the wrong kind of VIP men? Double check.

I sat at the bar stool, mixing my drink. The bartender’s eyes shined every time our gazes locked, and after the fourth time, he abandoned another customer to come chat me up.

“Why’re you alone?” He asked as if it was blasphemous. “A girl like you shouldn’t be alone.”

I raise my shoulders in a shrug. “I guess nobody wants to keep me company.”

“I somehow have a hard time believing that,” he replies, chuckling. I stare at his blonde hair, black shirt, silver chain peeking from under it with an initial K.

“I was told this was supposed to be easy.” I mutter, a little slurring in my sentence.

“What was?”

“You sit here looking pretty, a guy approaches you, you talk for a bit, flirt for a bit, dance for a bit and then BOOM! Virginity gone.”

“Jesus Christ.” The man’s eyes widened, and then he laughs back so loud, it carries to me over the music. “You’re here for a hook–up?”

I nod. “I’m a twenty–five year old virgin. Don’t judge me for wanting to finally lose it.” And then I purse my lips. Newest addition to facts about myself: Vodka makes me talkative. Extremely talkative.

I needed to shut

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Bartender boy laughs some more. “Is th your first time in a club?”

time alone.” I frown. “Am I that

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He says, the shine in his eyes re–appearing. “Kai, by the way

the

chuckles. “It stands for Kevin. My boyfriend.”

I blink. “How does one get that?” I

He fans himself as if I was hot, and I blush Come on

grin. “I like you,

you call for me and order an angel drink. I’ll get you out of the situation,cool?”

would be my height with heels if I get up, which was okay I think, because I was pretty tall. He had brown hair and blue eyes with a soft featured face, and while that didn’t make my stomach flip, I

company. After six minutes of useless ranting about himself and asking me questions about me, he forwarded his hand to me

wasn’t exactly stellar company, and I was reluctant about agreeing but before I could make up my mind, a hand

tall, broad frame, showcasing his muscles. He had black ruffled hair that matched perfectly and green eyes that were set on Ethan

The Italian accent was strong in my stranger’s

some weaknesses. Those muscles. The Italian accent.

this man was all of them

in a daze as Ethan scrambles off, and the stranger sits on

gulp, unable to take my eyes off his face. He had

He nearly

“Whatever I want to?” I frown, “Who are you?”

in his eyes, and he looks like he wanted to roll

“Luca R.” His last name dies on his

I’m doing, Luca

A little smirk plays on his lips, “Is better than that sorry excuse

that so?” I bite my

Italian course up on Duolingo when it was all the rage and

a fake name I picked out just minutes ago.

huh?” He repeats in the same knowing, amused voice. “What’re

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you are.” My brows knit. “It’s a club,

here for business,” he replies.

that you are,” I raise my shoulders.

he offers me

into his. “What about

lips raise. “Change of plans.”

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me in the crowd. He was taller than most people around, and his hands cage me