Wife for Hire

Chapter 26

Dyana’s POV

One year ago…

I’m finally Mr. Denver Giordano’s secretary. I was newly promoted and I can’t hide my excitement in serving him, working with him. Falling in love deeper with him.

I am now his personal secretary. I can’t even be more elated than that title, that honor. Denver Giordano is the richest and most handsome man in the city. Although he only has a few girlfriends in his list, he was rumored to hook up and bed with several women in the past.

But he admitted that he never truly loved them. “I cared for them, yes…” he once said in an interview. “But the only woman I could say that sparked this thing called love is the lass I met when I was young.”

Could that be me? I grew up in this city but I don’t remember bumping at him. But it doesn’t mean that I have no chance of being his lover anyway.

If I have three wishes, I will only wish for three things: Denver Giordano will fall in love with me, marry me, and finally have a family with him. Nothing more than that could fill the emptiness of my soul.

I was wearing a plain white sleeveless and a pencil skirt. I’m not even wearing a bra.

It’s past ten o’clock already. I’ve been clemently drinking here in the bar while pretending to just stare at men. Wearing a fashion ring in one’s middle finger really drives potential suitors away.

I wouldn’t let them even consider me as their woman. Because first of all, my heart, mind, body, and soul only belong to my boss, Mr. Denver Giordano.

It’s cold in here because of my apparel. But, I will face numerous freezing winters if it will make a smile appear on his face.

He was in the VIP exclusive room for more than two hours already. Every minute that passes by, I’m getting more and more worried.

I don’t care if people will stare at me for being an overprotective girlfriend. I don’t wear like his secretary at all since this is his treat for me for having a hardworking employee. I don’t know if it’s his excuse just to drink in this bar or his reason just to take me to this expensive place.

Men are still staring at me, probably because my nipples are sticking out and are clearly visible because of my outfit. I don’t care if they feast their eyes on me. After all, all they can do is just staring.

I will only allow my darling boss to touch me, I wouldn’t let my body be stroked by no one else other than him.

I knocked at the door of the VIP room, hoping to get an answer. “Mr. Giordano? It’s Dyana here. Dyana Stevens.”

I knocked again, and again. Still, no one responded.

Fixing my clothes before I present my delicious-looking figure to my boss—not that I am denying that I am seducing him, I flung the door open.

There, in the leather couch, was Mr. Denver Dennis Giordano, snoring.

***

“Sir?”

I shook his shoulders but to no avail.

“Sir?” I gently patted his cheeks, shook his shoulders again, and even pinch his arm. He was completely knocked down; he’s reeking of alcohol.

“What should I do?” I noticed he was hard, the one between his legs seemed to tempt me, call me. Beckon me.

I resisted. I want Mr. Denver to personally ask me if we want to bang. But his ruffled hair, body, his aromatic perfume are like the devils of lust that invite me to jump right at his dick.