Wife for Hire

Chapter 22

Denver’s POV

He had left her in my arms. Literally, and figuratively.

Wisdom and I just finished and her head was buried in my arms. She was sleeping in her stomach and I was lying on my back, breathing in her natural fragrance.

I couldn’t express my feelings more but being thankful for Richards, for giving me a woman that he knew deserves someone better. Someone like me.

He might be an asshole in so many ways but he’s still a man who had been part of my hired wife’s life, my soon-to-be Mrs. Giordano’s former husband.

But the past is the past. It just exists behind. Even if the world is turned upside down, the past is the past and the present is the present.

And I, Denver Mikhail Giordano, will do anything to be manly enough to love and protect, care and watch over my Wisdom.

The Wisdom of my life and the wisdom of this breathing heart.

She was everything that I wasn’t. Still, she looked up to me as some sort of a God worth worshipping.

And I wouldn’t let her down.

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Wisdom’s POV

Denver comforted me about my feelings of Richard’s departure.

He’s becoming more of a husband towards me than my mere employer. And his actions made my heart fall for him even more.

I don’t know if he will really take me as a wife. A woman who had been married once, who came from a destitute family and has been betrayed by her bestfriend. A woman whose only asset is her body and lips and her face.

Until she gets old and her beauty, my gorgeousness, begins to fade.

And when that time comes, I hope Denver will be on my side. Not as an employer but as a companion in my life. As my bestfriend, my employer, my man. My husband.

And I hope everything here in my head will one day come to life.

I hope so.

***

Denver’s POV

“Who’s calling you, Linnea?”

She glanced at me before pushing the power button of her laptop.

“It's my former colleague and high school friend. Terry Kale.”

I never heard her whisper that name until now.

“Why would he be calling?”

Wisdom’s brows hoisted, eyes astonished. “How did you know my friend was a he?”

“You never called him she,” I purred.

She giggled, but I just unclenched my fist. Terry is a name for both male and female. And the way she referred to her ‘friend’…

there’s no doubt Terry’s a he.

“Hi Terry!” Wisdom waved as their video call began.

I am just laying at the edge of her feet like a dog waiting for her to throw a ball.

They began chatting, saying hi-how-are-yous and the likes. Talked about their lives and how Terry was doing great in Paris and everything that two friends, a male and a female, talked about.

I’m a little out of place because I never had a friend of the opposite sex. It’s because of two things: I dislike them because I cannot bring them in my bed as a ‘friend’ or that they will no longer let go of me and keep insisting me to take them as their girlfriends.

But Wisdom and Terry…

It’s a miracle that they didn’t feel something that a woman and a man should feel towards each other. Not just as friends but like how to people of opposite sex had a relationship, not just a ‘friendly’ one...

Feeling bored, I began massaging her feet and she just gave me a nod as she continued to chat with him.

We are on top of our golden bed, a silky golden pillow supports Wisdom’s head as she leaned on the wall.

My hands went higher and I am no longer just massaging her lower extremities. I am now touching her, stroking her, letting the warmth of my hands be felt by her goddess of a skin.

She is now smiling at me as if to say “Keep going, Denver...”

So I did keep going. Until my hand reached her core and let the steaming hotness of her flesh be felt by my middle finger and ring finger.

She tried to bite her lip so that her moan couldn't escape from her mouth. But I added my index finger and now, she’s gripping the gleaming bed sheet.

I went faster than the minute before. And when I did, her voice rang in my ears that made me massaged Wisdom’s core even faster.

***

Wisdom’s POV

“Fuck!”I can no longer just whisper. I am now bellowing, yelling. Denver’s mighty fist is now between my legs, keeping my flesh warm like how his cock did.

“Are you okay, Wisdom?”

It’s a good thing that I am on my earphones.

“Ah, yes…” Denver’s still thrusting in me. “I mean…I’m okay, Te–Terry.”

Terry seemed unconvinced. “Are you sure, Linnea? Because you seemed to be having fun with yourself.”

Terry gave me a breathy laugh and I just laughed as well—anxiously.

I peered at Mr. Denver Giordano and his fingers were no longer inside me. Instead, his face is buried between my legs and I can do nothing, even protest. His tongue is such a sensual instrument that made me plunged in the sea of lunacy.

I moaned louder. And when I glanced back at my laptop, Terry was also wrapping his hand on his flesh. “You’re such a cheater. You should’ve told me that we’re going to have sex call.”

I laughed and moaned. Moaned and giggled. I watched Terry make himself even better and watched that stream of white liquid flowed down from his dick.

“You indeed missed me, huh,” I said since I ran out of words to speak.

Denver is now fucking me—again. He can’t get enough of me. Or maybe he’s just doing me so that his payment to me as his hired wife wouldn’t go to waste…

Two men are showing off their velvet-wrapped steels in front of me. Different sizes and different performances. I’ve tasted them both. But I will choose only one of them to suck for the rest of my life.

And my heart already knows whose cock I’ll choose.

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