Denver’s POV
Wisdom is in blue.
I could tell that it is both literally and figuratively.
She tried to hide her red-rimmed eyes from me. But she failed. I could still see through it—through her eyes. Her face, her expression. Even the way her lips pout.
Where has she been this morning again? And why the hell is she crying?!
“Where have you been?” My words startled her as I was in the corner of the room where the dimness of the light cloaked my half-naked figure. I purposely turned off the lights as I’m about to surprise her with the slightly burnt (well, not that slightly) blueberry pancakes.
But it seems I was the one who was more surprised.
“Where have you been?” I reiterated. She tried to open her mouth, but she closed it again. Wisdom turned her back on me but I can see from the mirror that she brought her handkerchief to her eyes.
She faced me again, but the sorrow in her face still speaks to me otherwise. “I…I met somebody. Richard.”
Oh. That bastard.
“What of him?” I asked as I masked my jealousy with a few sips of black coffee.
“He’s...going out of the country,” she replied.
“Good.”
But she wasn’t pleased by my words.
“Why do you have to be so heartless, Denver?!”
Then she walked away from my naked chest—again.
Tears still in her face. The dimness of light is still in my body. She left me again without any word or even a glimpse at my Adonis-like figure.
***
Wisdom’s POV
Denver is suspecting me of something.
How dare he do that when my ex-husband, though he really had caused me a mountain of suffering, I can’t change the fact that he’d been part of my life.
That he had been my man. And he had been my husband.
Perhaps Denver thought that I met him because my feelings were rekindled for him.
That was not the case.
Though in Denver’s eyes at this late night hour, it says otherwise. I thought women are the only ones who can easily be jealous. Turns out it was men too.
“He had left for Amsterdam, Den.” I tried to look at him directly without shaking or hesitating.
“Why did Dyana send me pictures of you two in the coffee shop when the sun was just climbing in the sky?”
I inhaled the night’s crisp air for a second before speaking. “First of all, it’s morning, where do you think we’ll talk? A good coffee is good for two people in the early morning. Second, Richard just apologized to me before taking his flight to Amsterdam. He had been a family, once. And saying goodbye to me doesn’t bother anyone after all.”
“Anyone?” His voice went louder. “Doesn’t bother anyone? What do you think of me, Wisdom? Am I not that ‘anyone’?”
Here we go again. Another episode of jealousy debates. “You are everything to me, Denver. It’s just that…”
I’m afraid to say it because I cannot stomach Denver lashing at me just to say that.
“I forgive him Denver,” I breathed, disregarding his flaring nose and narrowing eyes. “There’s no use in planting a grudge to people when in fact they already ask for your forgiveness.”
Denver didn’t reply to me for a minute. Then another.
“I see then,” he remarked. “Since he’s out of the country now, I have nothing to worry that my hired wife will be touched by someone else.”
I just nodded my head and went for our bed when Denver grabbed me by the arm.
“Where are you going, honey?”
Honey. That’s weird. She never called me that.
“I’ll be sleeping now,” I replied.
Denver Giordano’s eyes narrowed again. “It’s just eleven in the evening.”
“I’m already sleepy.” Then I slowly walked to the bedroom.
“Didn’t you forget to do something?” he asked.
“No. I did not.”
He smiled, like a man of flesh and fire—eager to devour me in any second like I was just some cold, naked wood in the forest.
“You have forgotten to do one thing, Wisdom Linnea Weisz.”
“Oh?” I said. “Then what did I forget to do?”
Wrapping his hand around his upright tower, chest glinting with his sweat, he smirked at me.
“You forgot to do me,” Denver purred.
***
Denver’s POV
I let her tongue taste the saltiness of me.
Her ex-husband has finally left us alone—left her alone in my arms, lips, and cock.
Speaking of the latter, my material is inside her mouth. With my hand guiding her every move as I held her hair, I can really say that Wisdom did her job well.
A job of being a hired wife.
I suppose every woman wanted to be paid every hour and every day just by taking the title as a wife. But Wisdom…I doubt she accepted my job offer solely for the money.
I know there’s a deeper reason behind that, and I think it’s because she can always delve deeper in me—literally and figuratively.
They say revenge is sweeter than candy. But for her, according to my calculation, revenge is being open to anyone who offered you that in a silver plate.
Maybe that’s why Wisdom agreed to be my wife for hire because she can exact revenge on two people who wronged her. And the fact that he is now out of the country…this woman really knows how to play the game of vengeance and retribution.
And to be frank, I was the pawn in this game. She was the queen. But I don’t mind that, especially when the fruit of my labor being Wisdom’s pawn is pure heaven.
Like this. Like how Wisdom slowly lowered her body on top of me and all I can do is watch her and feast my eyes on the curves of the astounding body of art doing me.
The perfect circles, the perfect curved lines. Everything about her is a masterpiece. I wrapped my hands around her waist as I savored the ride she’s giving me.
I never saw a woman as proficient in giving pleasure as Wisdom. Her intricate but careful move is sure to make any man’s tower as straight and standing and tall as possible.
She gripped the couch tightly, her arms on either side of my head. I kissed her bosom, licking it in circles and eventually swallowing it whole. Her breasts occupied my mouth for a minute.
My hands slid slowly to her perfect ass as she continued to bounce and pound and thrust on top of me.
I didn’t mind us being loud because in the first place, I owned this freaking penthouse.
Our moans are in sync like two opera singers in a duet. My palms went back to her waist, and this time, I gripped it tightly as I moved inside her.
She stopped and her grip is now on my wet hair.
I moved quickly but her flesh was telling me to be a bit faster. So I did.
And Wisdom screamed in utter delight. I buried my face in the softness of her tits. I began to slow down until I ceased moving.
As soon as I halted, she immediately took her lead and began dancing on top of me as if she’s riding a wild horse.
Swift but surely, that’s the rhythm of her movement. I laid properly on the wide couch, changing from our sitting position.
She opened wider, spreading her legs further to pave a much deeper entrance. Wisdom closed the distance between us and continued her sensual riding.
I reached the peak first but she still moved and moved and moved. So I urge her to rest and this time, since I released first, I let her be the receiver of this feral activity.
“Lie on your stomach, Wisdom.”
In a split of a second, her ass is now greeting me. I went inside again, and without further ado, I let Wisdom Linnea Weisz reach her own peak as I performed a fast dance behind her, in the style of a canine’s mating position.