Entangled With My Contracted Husband

　　Alexis sighed heavily as one of the drunken men held her down. She turned to him, ready to slam his face with her purse or maybe her fist. Whichever one worked faster.

　　'Going so fast?" he asked in a slur, his breath smelling like rotten fruits mixed with herbs.

　　'I'm not here to keep you company,' She gritted out.

　　'I want to take you home with me,' he purred, his eyes mischievous. It made his hideous looking face look even more hideous.

　　Trying not to gag, she forced a straight face and laughed. 'You can't even afford me."

　　The man laughed and dug his hand into his pocket to withdraw his credit card. He waved it in her face. Alexis knew this man wasn't joking. Whipping her head, she looked around the club, wondering where Haven went. He said he had to pee and he's been gone for five minutes.

　　She turned back to the man. "Get your hands off me," she said, her stomach churning.

　　"I know you wanted me over. You've been eyeing me since you came in." The man snickered. "Lucky you. Girls like you are just my type."

　　She tried to pull her hand but his grip on her wrist tightened. He placed his hand on her hair, stroking the strands almost crazily. Then he leaned forward, breathing heavily on her neck. "You smell so nice."

　　"Let go while I'm being nice," she warned.

　　"You're such a tease."

　　She should have known what would happen if she came to a place like this. It was all Haven's fault, leaving her behind and now she had to deal with this harassment from a creepy man. Just when she was thinking of flipping him over, she felt a hand on her ass, grabbing it roughly.

　　She felt blood rush to her face and without thinking brought her fist up, slamming it straight into the pervert's jaw. He let her go, stumbling across the dance hall. For a moment, she felt herself wobble forward but then a pair of hands clamped on her shoulder, holding her down. When she turned around, it was Haven.

　　"You bitch!" The man was up, ready to pounce on her.

　　Haven raised a brow at the man, making him halt. "One more step and I will break your legs," he said in a cold tone.

　　The man gulped, visibly sweating. Alexis glanced at Haven. The pervert in front of them was two times Haven's weight and yet he stood still like a rabbit facing a tiger. It made her wonder if Haven was part of some dangerous gang she didn't know about. It

　　"It's her fault!" he yelled.

　　'Oh please.' Alexis scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You came to me."

　　'I don't care whose fault it is." Haven stepped closer to him. 'But if you lay your hands on my wife again-' he didn't have to complete his words. The man got the memo and ran off without another word.

　　As Alexis watched him, she felt Haven step beside her. He looked at her for a second before walking away. She fought back a smile, wondering why she felt this happy hearing him call her 'his wife.'

　　Well, she was his wife.

　　His fake wife to be exact.

　　And their story began exactly a month ago.