His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 139
(MIA)
“Mia! Stop Youre drunk Alex’s voice reverberates through his s**d living room.
“No” I call back, and before I could make up my mind, I end up in the outdoor pool area of his house.
I wasn’t drunk, I was tipsy at best.
Alex sighs following me, leaning on the open glass doors, watching me throw myself on one of the lounge chairs.
You were hospitalised just a little over a month ago. Alcohol isnt good for you right now,” he was frowning
“Ex-husbands aren’t supposed to care.
Alex shakes his head, sitting on the adjacent lounge chair while facing me.
I look away to the other side.
Mia, look here.”
Na
Mix”
No!
He lets out an exasperated breath. You’re an annoying drunk, you know?”
“Men usually find their wives adorable. Of course you’ll find me annoying. I’m your ex-wife. I huff back.
You’re not my ex-wife.”
My voice shakes, “I will be after we sign the divorce papers.”
“You’ve made up your mind? You want a divorce?” This man had the audacity to sound hurt.

I look at him just to glare. “If you haven’t noticed, I don’t really get a choice around here. It’s always ‘Mia this, and Mia that.” I
mimic his heavy voice.
“I asked you to choose, baby”
“Why don’t you get it?” I reach out to him to hit his chest. “I wanted a choice to marry you. Not to leave you!”
A little smile c**k*s on his smile. “So, you don’t want to leave me
“Are you dumb?” I blink. “For the mafia strategist, you really can be thick-skulled.”
Alex grasps my hand, and pulls me. Tipsy and unbalanced, I fall onto him. He cages his hands around me, settling me in his lap

“Let me go, you monster!”
He sighs a little dazed. “You’re my wife
“No, I’m going to divorce you just because you gave me the choice.” I wriggle, trying to get away.
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“Choice taken away, he nestles his face in the crook of my neck, and I ignore the goosebumps to push hirm away further
“No! No!” I continue struggling to no avail. “You can let me go lik I never meant anything to you, right? Then let me go! Let me
go!”
“Never”
I shake my head, my attempts to wriggle out of his hold dying down, the tears filling into my eyes. “How can you let me go!”
“I never let you go,” he snakes his fingers around mine, his wedding band shining in his finger.
“But you did,” I sniff. “You were gone for two weeks and only came back to be a caveman,”
“No, I was already on my way to see you from the airport when Stephen called me,” he says genuinely,

“I don’t trust you.”
“I’ll make you trust me,” he kisses my jaw chastely, and it takes everything to not close my eyes and enjoy his touch.
“Alex,” I whisper.
“Yes, baby?
“We’re dysfunctional,” I mutter.
“I will make us function then,” he promises. “I gave you an out, baby. One out. And just once. If you would have chosen the
divorce, it was your only out. You didn’t choose it.”
“Except I did. I keep calling you ex-husband.”
“You’re still my wife,” he kisses my chin. “And that chyb stunt you pulled for my attention? Hardly a cry for divorce.”
I blink.
“I will make us work.” Alex looks into my eyes, our faces inches away. “You’re my happiness, Mia. Everything in the world fades
in front of you. If it’s not you, it’s nobody for me, baby. I’ve been a fool before, many times in fact when it comes to you. I know I
have made decisions that hurt you. But never again”
I blink again, the lump in my throat rominent.
“I missed you,” he whispers, kissing my nose. “Do you want a divorce, Mia?”

I shake my head, tears still blurring my vision. “Am I crazy for still only wanting you despite everything?” I mumble, “You’re it for
me too, Alex Whitlock.” Our noses brush together. “If it’s not you, there’s nobody for me.”
“I love you, wife.”
I freeze as soon as the words escape his lips, my lips parting in a gasp.
“Say it again,” I grin, pulling my face away from him to look at him properly.
“I love you.” He bites his lower lip. “You’re my wife and I’m never letting you go.”

“You promise?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die, baby.”
I nod, the tears slipping out. “I love you too, husband.”
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Before he could say anything, I cup his cheeks and push my lips onto his.
Alex groans in the kiss, parting my legs to put one on each side of his, one of his hand gripping my hair to pull my face down so
he could hover and kiss every ounce of me, his touch reverberating through every cell, every part of me.
“F**k**g.” He kisses my jaw. “Missed.” I angle my face upwards to let his lips slide down my jaw. “You.”
I gasp, his feather kisses making me throb.
“Alex, I pull away, grinding my hips against his h**d-o*n.
“Yes, baby?”
“I- I don’t want you to f**k me.”
“Okay, my love,” he agreed without hesitance. “Whenever you’re ready for it. You’re here with me, that’s all that matters.”
“No. I- I mean,” my cheeks heat. “I don’t want you to f**k me. I want you to make love to me today.” My voice drops low. “I- I
want- I need you to erase all the bad touches. I want to just remember you.”
He smiles, and I gasp when he suddenly lifts me. “I promise, when I’m done with you, you’ll only remember me.”
I snake my hands around him, looking just at him till he leans me down on his bed, hovers over me, removes his shirt, and then
kisses me again.
“It took so much from me to stop kissing you all this while,” he mutters against my lips. “Why did I never do it before?”

“You can do it every day now,” I coyly suggest.
“I sure as f**k plan to,” he agrees, and then proceeds to kiss my neck, my clavicle, my chest.
The dress slips down from my body soon after, and he makes love to me just like he promised he would, erasing all the bad
memories, bad touches till he was the only name and touch that consumed me.
He satiated me and then held me to sleep in his arms, telling me how much he loved me, which was all I wanted and then
some more.