Wife for Hire

Chapter 30

Wisdom’s POV

“When will I taste your lips again, Wisdom?”

The bastard has still a gut to say that to me, to face me in this garden. To touch my waist with his rough, sinful hands.

“Get off of me, Gerry!”

But my former boss just cackled; his voice is a death bell to my ears. “When will you leave me alone?!”

His nose flared as he closed the distance between us. The scent of cigarettes almost made me sneeze. His left, raspy hands crawled to my waist until it reached my chest. “I thought we have a pinkie promise that we will never be separated, hmm?”

I swallowed my fear and shoved it down into my stomach where it would hopefully be digested. My feet are on the urge of fleeing away and retreating behind Verity—mom’s—back.

“Thinking of running away, eh?” He glanced at my feet then to my eyes. His hand made its way beside my mouth, a few inches away from my lips. “What good do you think you can gain from running away from me again, Linnea?”

“Because I can take a poop.” The bastard just laughed in a boisterous manner. “I see you take no shit, then,” he muttered.

Then the garden became quiet, as if this is more of a home of eternally sleeping people than a sanctuary for plants. Even if I release a scream, I doubt that no one will recognize it as a shout for help. It will just echo, leaving me in Gerry’s hands once again.

“You can put it that way,” I answered.

His hand was still on my face. But in a blink, his other hand is now on my ass. His two hands are now a cage and my body is a bird—a rebellious bird that only Denver Giordano can tame. “Kiss me, Wisdom.” I can now hear footsteps from afar. The garden has some fancy entrance in which a metal formed into swirling designs, arching to the opposite end and is bombarded with different kinds of flora, making it look like a wedding entrance. I cannot see what’s behind me and it’s only Gerry who can discern the approaching person or people from where he was standing.

“Kiss me, Linnea,” he repeated, demanded. “Or I will play our first ever sex video in front of everyone later on dinner.”

Like a submissive young lady with a trembling body, I nodded. And I did what he ordered.

I just imagined that I am on a film set and this kiss is a part of the script to make my feelings light and unbothered.

“Wisdom?”

Just by the tone and darkness of his masculie voice from behind, I can already tell who it was—and the fact he just witnessed this.

Shaking and scared, I forced myself to turn around, holding my desire to punch Gerry on the throat and kick his dick.

“Denver…” I inhaled.

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Dyana’s POV

Denver is walking away from the garden.

My brows furrowed. When I was about to talk to him a minute ago, he told me he’s just going to the garden to breathe fresh air.

But it turns out, his face radiates more of exasperation and anger. My curiosity guided my feet towards the path of the garden, and there they were—Gerry and Wisdom, whose bodies were only an inch from each other.

I crossed my arms over my chest and now I understand why Denver walked away, and what is the possible scenario considering their bodies’ language and their facial expressions.

“Denver!” I called out to him, who is quite a distance from me now but I purposely bellowed out his name so that Wisdom could hear.

Gerry was holding Wisdom by the waist and, upon hearing me shriek her fiancé’s name, she tried to push Gerry away from her, disregarding the fact that he may fall in the man-made lake in this spacious garden.