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?”

first time alone.” I

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good.” He says, the shine in his eyes re–appearing.

him. “I’m Aurora. Does the K in your

He chuckles. “It stands for Kevin.

boyfriend.” I blink. “How does one get that?” I sarcastically mutter, “I have never dated

hot, and I blush Come on now, I’m going

“I like

remember, if 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

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 eyes with a soft featured face, and while that didn’t make my stomach flip, I

department of a big shot company. After six minutes of useless ranting about himself and asking

stellar company, and I was reluctant about agreeing but before I could make up my mind, a hand wraps

man they belong to. White shirt clings to his tall, broad frame, showcasing his muscles. He had black ruffled hair that matched perfectly and green eyes that were set

in my stranger’s words, and my

some weaknesses. Those muscles. The Italian accent. Tattoos.

all of them combined.

off, and the stranger sits on the now empty

his face. He had familiar features, but

doing?” He nearly

“Whatever I want to?” I

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

He says. “Luca R.” His last name dies on his

are you to ask me what I’m doing, Luca R?” I

lips, “Is better than that sorry excuse of a man

so?” I bite

course up on Duolingo when it was all the rage and guess the wrong

I introduced myself with a fake name I picked

in the same knowing, amused voice.

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thing that you are.” My brows knit. “It’s a

was here for

are,” I raise my shoulders. “I’m

let’s dance,” he offers me his hand.

bore into his. “What about

lips raise. “Change of plans.”

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around, and his hands cage me in to make sure nobody accidentally brushes