Wife for Hire

Chapter 8

“I am at Chateau by the Air.”

Wisdom Weisz said to Denver Giordano, the one on the other line.

“You’re ready for a talk?”

She breathed deep first. “Yes, I am.”

“Then wait for me there. Give me half an hour.”

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Wisdom chose to sit by the window closest to the street. Her strawberry milkshake is almost finished, as is her sandwich and fries.

Still, Denver Giordano hasn’t come. Many cars and taxis had passed, she was still waiting for this one hell of a rich and handsome man.

She was about to stand and leave when Denver just entered the coffeehouse.

“What a great timing…” Wisdom murmured.

Even the coffeehouse’s workers and other customers turned around as Denver walked towards where she’s sitting.

“Gosh, he’s so handsome!” said the one in a university uniform.

“Yeah, he’s the real life Christian Gray…” A woman in a blue skirt whispered.

“… Is that his girlfriend?” The janitress asked the cashier.

“I wanna fuck him at the lavatory…” The lady with a ring on her finger dared to say.

All of the people’s murmurs made her red and… sinking in shyness.

“You’re all red?” beamed by Denver when he reached her.

“It’s cold.”

“You’re lying again.”

Wisdom breathed deeply first. “People are talking about you.”

“So do you.”

Wisdom scowled. “They are?”

Denver nodded. “The men outside and in here are staring at the beautiful woman in front of me.”

She looked at the glass pane and three men on bicycles were indeed looking at her. The two young men who were wearing varsity jackets next to them are also staring at her.

She shook her head.

“My dear friend just flew an hour ago, to Paris”

“Dear friend?” Denver asked as the waitress arrived with his drink. The girl then smiled at him with a biting lip on the woman’s face.

Wisdom just rolled her eyes. He saw that.

“What?”

“What?”

“Nothing. Anyway, what do you think about the job?”

“That job?”

He nodded with a smile.

“My dear friend advised me to accept it.”

“And do you?”

“I guess I have no choice. I’m like a dry desert as of now. No one calls me honey and no one gives me money.”

Denver laughed at that. “And who is this dear friend, Wisdom Linnea Weisz?”

“I hate it when you call me by my full name.”

“How about Linnea?”

“I hate it even more.”

He laughed again, a sexy breathy laugh.

“Just call me Wisdom, please.”

“Then Wisdom it is.”

They ate and savored their food first before going down to business. They talked about baseball, about food, about France and all its lavishness, and about, well, sex.

“What position do you like back then?”

Wisdom’s cheeks got redder due to that question.

“It’s a very sexual and sensual question, Mr. Denver.”

“I am talking about when you were still Gerry’s secretary.”

“Oh—Oh that position!” Her whole face is now red. She thought he was asking the other meaning of position.

“I actually dreamed of sitting on your chair.”

“As the one in-charge or as the one who is in charge of you-know-what?” Denver then smiled, wickedly.

“I am not fond of having sex on a chair. It makes me uncomfortable and my hips hurt as well.”

He had that masculine, brute smile again. “Well, at least I now know.”

“I thought it’s not included in my job requirements.”

“Since when a wife doesn’t fucked her husband.”

“But this is a job—”

“Exactly. In fact, you should do better since it’s your job as a hired wife.”

Their eyes met.

‘Shit!’ Wisdom cursed in her own mind.

“So…” he began as he crossed his fingers atop the coffee table to where the crumbles of the blueberry muffin could be seen.

“I’ll start now?”

“Today or tomorrow. You choose.”

“Tomorrow. I still have to pack my things.”

Denver gave her a devilish grin once again. “I already did.”

Wisdom’s beautiful eyes widened. “You pa—what!!”

“Your things are at my penthouse now. The only problem you’ll have is what you are going to wear so that you will not end up in my bed, or at least the other way around.”

“I have pajamas.”

“I threw them out. I only left you those lacy stuff with revealing back and chest and to where the cave was hidden…”

“You thr—what the hell!” She pressed her forehead to her palms.

“You threw my pajamas and you just gave me lingeries as sleeping clothes?!”

He shrugged. She was boiling in anger. The people around them only thought that they were having a love quarrel. They didn’t know these two were doing business.

“Who said you’re going to sleep in my bed?” Denver asked with hoisted brows.

“Bedtime is ten.” He continued as he took a bite at the chocolate she was eating.

“Don’t forget that honey.”

That was all he said as he grabbed his things and strode away. Wisdom watched him enter his car that was opened by a chauffeur and is also driven by a hired chauffeur.

The ladies glared at her. The men looked lustfully at her. She forgot that she was wearing a nude-colored V-neck blouse where the cut reaches at the apex of her chest, making her cleavage more visible than she used to display.

Without further ado, she grabbed her blazer. She put it on and immediately went after Denver’s car.

Wisdom had no choice but to ride with him and chose to start as the official hired wife of Denver Giordano at this very moment.

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