Wife for Hire

Chapter 25

Denver’s POV

Back then, it was Richard. Now, she’s calling Gerry several times.

Is it really her nature to talk to the past? To the people who had been part of her past? I am her present—and her future, if only I let my heart decide.

But this is too much. Envy is filling my soul as if it’s the water and I am the glass, half-full and half-empty at the same time.

Wisdom is taking a bath. She left her phone on our bed. Her phone rang and it just stopped after seconds, turns out Wisdom missed a call from Gerry Grace.

I was about to pick it up, to answer it. But… it seems that a conversation with a man-to-man is less thrilling since I can only punch the air and not the face of Gerry Grace. I have fired him from my company and I just heard the news that he’s now working in one of the company’s competitors.

Truly, he wants to piss me off. He already succeeded at this instant, the moment he made himself present in my beloved’s life—in our life.

I was about to press call on Gerry’s number when Wisdom opened the door and the wetness of her body beamed at me. I slid her phone under the table and continued scrolling to my iPad.

“What’s up?” she asked.

What’s up? After talking to your ex-boss who abused you and treated you like a doll, you just asked me that?But I just smiled. “Just scrolling through five-star hotels where we can leave our mark the next time.”

She brought my lie. “That’s great, Dennis!”

Her smile didn’t last long as her lips landed on my mouth, my nape, my throat, my chest, and down.

Wisdom went down. Down. Until she reached that erected temple that she constantly worships with her mouth.

I moaned, unable to keep my mouth being wholly shut.

“Wisdom…” I say her name like an old song worth singing. She continued, until a long stream of white flowed from me. She just swallowed it like some sort of holy water that one is longing to drink.

“Denver…”

Then we finished in the shower.

***

“Where are you going?” asked Wisdom, whose eyes are still closed, naked on top of my glinting golden bed. Her ruffled silky hair, thanks to my tight grip earlier, was slightly covering her face.

Too bad she can’t see this naked chest of mine. Though I bet she already saw this many times and deemed it more of an everyday meal than a snack.

“Just meeting an old acquaintance,” I murmured in her ears before leaving a kiss on her forehead. The night has just awoken; a sea of stars ornaments the raven sky. And with the sleeping of the sun, I woke up to meet a very special person that I am longing to drown, to flay.

“I’ll be back before you wake up.”

“Hmm…”

Then I vanished on the penthouse door, keys to my Mercedes resting between my fingers that eventually turned to a fist.

“Just wait, Dyana. Just wait in there and I’ll squeeze the truth out of you on why the hell are you messing things up again,” I vowed.

***

She already ordered a drink even before I arrived. A margarita cocktail flooded my scent as soon as I sat beside her.

“It’s been a long time, darling.”

But I just gave her a glare. “I’ll just make this quick. Why did you send that to my fiancée?”

Well, I’m not afraid to slap that very word onto her face just to remind her where she belongs and what she is. In fact, she’s the one who begged me to take her as my bed partner even if I only touched her once every two months when we were still together.

She just gave me a breathy laugh and shrugged. Her pearl earrings are dangling and swaying in every movement of her head but I didn’t make myself get carried away.

“Just to test her if she’s really that loyal to you,” Dyana Stevens said with a smirk. Truly, you can easily spot a walking snake just by the number of times they mock you and smirk at you.

“She is,” I answered as I drank a martini.

“Oh? Is that so…” she threw those words as if to challenge me, to mock me. To make fun of me.

“At least, she’s the one I chose as my fiancée and not you.”

Her nose flared in an instant, eyes oozing with rage and fury. I just gave her a breathy laugh as well. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

I let the bartender finish placing the nacho supreme before us. “Because you don’t have any right to be envious,” I said with a wolfish grin—one that could easily make any woman leave in a matter of milliseconds.

But Dyana is not like any woman. This bitch is a sociopath.

“We have freedom on what specific emotions to feel and it is not commanded by one person such as you, Mr. Denver Giordano.”

I just let her talk and insult me with all her breath until I heard what I wanted to hear.

“I will not make a move without thinking, just like how I fooled your Wisdom on sending her a picture of us during our break-up sex a year ago.”

There, she finally managed to spit that out. “It’s not a break-up sex,” I countered after chewing a few nachos and finishing my drink. “Because I was never your boyfriend, and you were never my girlfriend.”

I heard her phone click as if she’s taking a picture of me, wearing a plain black shirt and jeans. My face is briefly illuminated by the disco ball though it’s more of this bar’s design rather than a dancing ephemera.

“And you will never be,” I added before giving her a slap that made the entire people of this bar glance at us.

Then, like how a champion walked out of the ring, I then took my victory walk until I vanished in the door. Until I managed to drive home—to where Wisdom is hopefully still sleeping.

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