Wisdom’s POV
“DENVER!!!!”
Even myself was shocked by the loudness of my voice.
A text message arrived as soon as I woke up at ten in the morning. It was sent to me from an unknown number. But when I opened it, it was from Dyana Stevens—Denver’s former bed partner who’s proclaimed herself as his ex-girlfriend.
Denver gave me a minute-long scold for interrupting his meeting and for bellowing so loud that his ear drums would explode.
“Your former f*ck buddy, Dyana Stevens, sent me a picture of you and her naked in bed, claiming that you had a warm dance last night. Care to explain me, Mikhail?!”
I addressed him by his second name because that’s what we always do when we’re on outrageous mode. “What? What the freak is she telling you this time?”
I sighed in dismay. “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask your ‘former girlfriend’, as she claimed herself.”
“She’s not a girlfriend of mine, and she will never be,” he paused for a breath. “Look Linnea…” Denver’s calling me by my second name too and I feel childish. We feel childish. “Don’t believe a word she says. I’m no longer with her since last year!”
“Last year?” I cackled amidst the several people in this cake shop. I know it’s too early to have a dessert in the morning but a slice of chocolate mousse cake is enough to calm my nerves. “Then how come this picture is captured? Don’t tell me it’s the one from last year?” I said sarcastically.
“Maybe. Dyana is a cunning woman, and a dangerous one. She’s obsessed with me. Why don’t you send me that picture and I’ll confirm it for you.”
“How brave of you Mikh—“
“Just send it to me. Don’t make conclusions without knowing things first. Let me prove it to you, and let me also convince you that I wasn’t with her last night. ”
I don’t know but…between the two of them, I’ve known Denver much longer than this bitch who was baptized as Dyana Stevens.
Should I listen to Denver? Or should I meet this Dyana?
Breathe, Wisdom. Breathe… my mind kept telling me. But my body is doing the other way around. I am also profusely sweating despite the presence of an air-conditioner. Why am I like this? What’s with me this time?
But I can’t erase from my mind what Denver said and what Dyana said. Denver is very eager in defending himself even if I only asked him a simple question. Is he truly stating the truth or…
After all, we all have the ability to lie—whether in defense or as a form of an attack.
But the question is…which of it is told by Denver and which of it was spoken by Dyana?
***
Gerry’s POV
Wisdom is inside the cake shop as I was in.
I was just grabbing a cake to be presented to my new secretary so that I can gain her favor when Wisdom literally popped in my sight like some genie who can grant my wishes anytime.
It’s like searching for gold, only to stumble upon a diamond. Delicious.
Fate has brought her straight to my feet again, my former secretary and bed partner.
I raised my hand and waved at her, a smile plastered on my face as if an old friend spotted his old friend in this sweet shop.
She looked around and didn’t pay attention to me even though she already knew I was sitting in the corner.
“Wisdom!” I shouted, “Long time no see!”
She grinned wryly at me and seemed to be forced to saunter towards me since the people were already staring at her.
“Gerry.” Her voice is so low and…dismayed.
“What happened to you, love?” She flinched at that nickname of mine to her. She tapped my shoulder in annoyance.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?” I smirked.
“This. Pretending that you are some sort of my ex-boyfriend!”
“Aren’t I ?”
Her eyes rolled like what most women do when talking to their former lovers. “You’re not.” She crossed her arms across her chest, “and you will never be.”
“Ouch,” I said with a comedic act of putting my hand to my chest as if I’m having a heart attack.
“Stop all this nonsense and return to your rabbit hole!”
But I grabbed her waist before she even managed to stand, landing perfectly on my lap—just above my dick.
With that action, it seems that it awakens something in me—it reminded me of the first time she and I became entangled.
***
“Sir…”
I tested my secretary if she is really that vulnerable, easily to be preyed upon.
“Tell me more about your husband…” I squeezed her legs and she glanced at my hand.
“Sir, please.”
“What?”
“I—I don’t think I should be sharing personal things with you.” Wisdom, my personal secretary, tried to stand. But I managed to take a grip at her waist before she even managed to stand.
Landing on top of my lap, our eyes met.
And even Wisdom, my sweet and hot and beautiful personal secretary, didn’t escape from being enamored with my eyes…and lips.
***
Holding her waist, I lifted her up from my lap, aligning her body with the hardness of my tower.
Slowly, and slowly, she went down to me. Her naked body is so beautiful that I went faster even in the first round.
She cried. Tears of pleasure.
“Please, sir,” she said as she grasped my hair tightly, her other hand resting on the wall.
“Tell me how it feels…”
But Wisdom’s kiss landed first on my lips. “It tastes like heaven, like a forbidden paradise.”
I smiled, “Such poetry.”
But she just answered me with her moans, her kisses, and the repetitive motion of up and down of her body.
She was wild, feral. Unchained.
And I love wild women during sex—especially sad girls who were cheated by their partners. Sad girls that despite their partners who cheated on them, they managed to cheat on them as well. Sad girls who, like Wisdom, are very much a professional when it comes to giving men a worthy lap dance.
“More?”
“More,” Wisdom purred.
So I laid her on the couch just beside my working table and made her open her legs wide, entering her in a classical way of this sensual, deliciously passionate dance.