Wife for Hire

Chapter 14

“You’re full?”

“Yup,” Wisdom then nodded as she stroked her belly full of steak, shrimps, abalones, lobster tails, and matcha in all dessert forms.

They went inside the lavish-looking elevator, the buttons reaching up until the 50th floor.

‘Gosh, this building must be so tall,’ she mused as she roamed her eyes inside.

“You seemed like a curious cat roaming around,” Denver breathed.

“I am. I have never seen an elevator that has a sofa cushion and gilded interiors…”

Denver just smirked. Wisdom grinned back. She felt defeat when Denver’s lips landed atop hers once again.

“I won a score this time,” he teased.

“Oh really? The cushion is just over there. It only takes me ten seconds to take my clothes off,” she countered with her seductive smile.

He let go of her chin and stood straight. “Every elevator had a camera. I suppose the management would be pissed if they found a sex video in one of their CCTVs.”

Wisdom cackled; he did as well. The elevator sounded, signalling their arrival on the floor.

“We’re here,” Denver declared.

Wisdom got out first. When both of them were now standing outside, she grabbed her groin and smiled wickedly. “I have your little kraken over here as my hostage, hm?”

He seized her hand and held it in the air. “And I have your tits imprisoned by my eyes.

She leaned to kiss but Denver politely pushed her away. “Enough of the sensual stuff and let’s go to the romantic ones…”

“Isn’t it romantic when a couple did sensual stuff?” She brushed a finger across her breasts with a seductive smile plastered on her face.

“We are not a couple, remember? You are my hired wife and I am your employer.”

Those words struck a hot molten knife into her chest. Wisdom’s sweet smile vanished in a second. His face also shifted.

“I know,” she plainly stated with almost a tear on her eye. She walked first so that Denver wouldn’t know that she’s shedding tears. “You’re going the wrong way, Wisdom. This way,” he offered a hand but she didn’t accept it. Denver apparently managed to see her face and frowned. “Are you crying?”

She shook her head from side to side. “No. It’s just… dust.”

Wisdom then went to the way he was pointing and softly muttered to herself that he didn’t need to remind her that; that all of these are just part of her job and daily tasks. She was being paid to kiss him and suck his dick and fuck him anywhere. She’s just a woman who receives a salary for pleasuring him and for being at his side whenever he calls for her.

“Wisdom? Are you okay?”

“I am fine. Thank you.” It’s a lie from her. How could she not when truth seems to be stuck at the tip of her tongue. She swallowed all of these and just reminded her goddamn self that love is like a flashlight—you only turn it on if it is dark.