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

1. up.

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

I frown. “Am

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

Kai.” I smile back at him. “I’m Aurora. Does the K in your necklace stand for your own name?”

“It stands for

does one get that?” I

I blush Come on now, I’m going

“I like you, Kai.”

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, wait. You’ve

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

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

before I could make up my mind, a hand wraps

the man they belong to. White shirt clings to his tall, broad frame, showcasing his muscles. He had black ruffled

Italian accent was strong in my

muscles. The

this man was all of them combined.

and the stranger sits on the now empty stool

unable to take my eyes off his face. He had familiar features, but I couldn’t exactly

you doing?” He nearly hisses at me.

I want to?” I frown,

looks like he wanted to roll his face back and laugh out loud.

dies on his tongue as

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

his lips, “Is better than that

bite my lower

his breath. That was Italian for fuck. What? I had taken an Italian course up on Duolingo when it

with a fake name I picked out

repeats in the same knowing,

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My brows

for

the same thing that you are,” I raise my shoulders. “I’m

dance,” he offers me his hand.

eyes bore into his. “What about your business?”

corner of his lips

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taller than most people around,