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.
He’s totally drunk. But he instructed me earlier to wait for him outside the VIP room and tell him if it’s ten o’clock already since it’s the time for him to go home.
But seeing him like this…it’s like a lion who had a jackpot coming across a sleeping lamb.
I loved him, and heaven knows, even throughout history, how one could be crazy just for the sake of love.
So I did the same.
***
Being on top of the world is heaven.
But riding on top of the man that you admire the most, cared the most, loved the most is nothing but paradise.
Naked and cold while feeling hot, I fucked him. Slowly but wildly. He’s still snoring, or maybe he was just pretending to be one. I put his hands to my breasts, then slowly to my waist.
This was more than I expected. Yes, I made love with various men ever since I reached adulthood, but having sex with a man that goes along with your emotions is definitely a euphoria for me.
I closed the distance between us, making his flesh enter deeper into my flesh. I didn’t hesitate. Setting my hands to the wall, I drove faster.
Faster.
And faster.
When I look at his face again, his eyes are now open. Mr. Denver Giordano is now awaked.
“Sir?”
“Dyana…”
He laid me on the couch and spread my legs wide. “You’re one hell of a bad girl.”
“I am sir. For you only.” That was the last words I remembered I uttered as we had a very rough sex.
I don’t care if he did this to me because of being drunk. I loved him and I like this.
And thanks to the beer and alcohol, I manage to know what it feels like to fuck the man that you are deeply in love with.
***
Wisdom’s POV
Present day…
I’m yellow today, happy.
Happy because of the sunny day and at the same time I’m wearing this vibrant yellow Sunday dress with daisy prints.
“How’s my princess?” Denver asked me as he smelled my hair.
“I thought I’m your queen,” I demanded.
He just grinned. “It takes a princess first before a queen—before you marry the king.”
I pouted, like a cute little child begging for a lollipop. Well, I have another lollipop that Denver always carries that I can suck at any time I want.
“Fine,” I masked my words as a reply to him as I looped my arm to his.
“You know what, Wisdom…” I smiled secretly, hiding it in the sleeve of his polo shirt.
“What?” I said in an elated manner.
“You are the lass I met when I was young. When I was looking for my turtle and it happened to be hiding in your backyard. That was the first time I saw your eyes, and I knew then…that I have found the other half of my life.”
I gaped. “You had a turtle when you were young?”
Denver pouted. “Is that all you could say when I am on my emotional speech?”
I tried to place a kiss on his cheeks but he ended up turning around and my lips eventually landed on his plumpy lips.
“Do you want to dance?” He asked as he wrapped his arm to me.
The park is breezy but not that humid. Sunday is a very good day to stroll in the park, one that Denver and I rarely go to despite the walking distance from the condominium.
“Where?” I murmured while tying my hair with a ponytail.
“On our wedding day.”
Everything froze. All the time in the world stopped. The only thing moving is me and Denver, who almost gave me a heart attack.
Before I could yield a word to reply, Denver bended one knee.
I was flabbergasted. Astonished. Freaking shocked.
The sun shone brighter and everyone in the park, young and old, women and children, married and single, stared at us.