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?”

my first time alone.” I frown. “Am I that

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

Does the K in your necklace stand for your own

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

I blink. “How does one get that?” I sarcastically mutter,

you.” He fans himself as if I was hot, and I blush Come on now, I’m going to set you up with a great guy who pops your cherry.”

“I like

the guy is making you uncomfortable, you call for me and order an angel drink. I’ll get you out of the situation,cool?” He grins back and I nod like a child. “Okay,

man makes his way to me. He 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

After six minutes of useless ranting about himself and asking me questions about

about agreeing but before I could make up my mind, a hand wraps around his neck from behind.

his tall, broad frame, showcasing his muscles. He had black ruffled

Now” The Italian accent was strong in

weaknesses. Those muscles. The Italian accent.

all of

as Ethan scrambles off, and the stranger sits on the now empty stool in front of me.

face. He had familiar features, but I couldn’t

you doing?” He nearly hisses at

want to?” I frown, “Who

eyes, and he looks like he wanted to roll his

last name dies on his tongue

what I’m doing, Luca

smirk plays on his lips, “Is better than that sorry excuse of a man you were

bite

Italian course up on Duolingo when it was all the rage and guess the wrong things stuck with

with a fake name I picked out just minutes ago.

the same knowing, amused voice. “What’re you doing here?”

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are.” My brows

here for business,” he replies.

you are,” I raise my shoulders. “I’m

let’s dance,” he offers

his. “What

lips raise. “Change

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He was taller than most people around, and his hands cage