Chapter 5

• “Well, well, well. The great Mister Denver Giordano had managed to
• unleash a pool of milk just by the sight of my beautiful naked painting!”
• Henry Harker’s voice startled Denver. His bestfriend was already
• inside his penthouse unbeknownst to him.
• “How did you—” He shook his head in dismay. Denver almost forgot
• that Henry’s the youngest son of this condominium’s owner.
• ‘Surely, this kid is very much lucky that I still have
• self-control within me,’ he thought while pretending he wasn’t bothered.
• “Why didn’t you come to my exhibit earlier, Dennie?” A hint of
• slight irritation was heard on Henry’s voice. Denver felt like being thrown in
• the pit of a volcano due to that question.
• “I was busy.”
• “Busy with what?”
• “With who is the right question, Henry.”
• Henry’s face brightened as if he already knew the cause of his
• apparent busy-ness.
• “I see. What’s her name?”
• Denver was astonished. “I didn’t say it was a girl.”
• “I know you, Denver. You’re only very ‘busy’ if it involves with
• a girl, a woman, or a lady. Probably all of those.”
• Denver threw his hands in the air. “Fine. You win this time,
• Henry.”
• Henry chuckled as he grabbed the brandy from his hands.
• “Hey! That’s mine!”
• “Sharing is caring, brother.”
• Denver crossed his arms as a way to keep his hands to himself and
• not land on the face of his best friend.
• He heard Henry’s satisfied ‘ahh’ upon drinking a quarter from the
• bottle of brandy. “So, tell me about her.”
• He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed a bowl of peanut to quench
• his thirst for the beverage that was still in the hands of Henry Harker.
• “She’s the girl that my mother liked very much.”
• “Oh! You mean the secretary of one of the managers under you?”
• He nodded in agreement. Denver seized a handful of peanuts and
• into his mouth. 
• “I heard she’s beautiful and….well, sexy.”
• Denver glared at his bestfriend, who happens to be looking in the
• same direction to where he was.
• “Come on, Denver! You’re being too serious!”
• “Serious is good.”
• “So is fun. Speaking of it, I have something for you.”
• Henry grabbed something from his pocket and pulled out a black
• shinning card.
• Denver already knew what it was by just a glance at it.
• “No.”
• “What? I just—I’ve bought it for a hundred dollars, Dennie!”
• He rolled his eyes, like a pissed off woman who can’t take an
• insult anymore.
• “Don’t tell me it’s the same place, hmm?”
• He smiled. Denver rolled his eyes again.
• “Oh Henry please! I’m about to be married in a month!”
• “To the woman who you’ve hired to occupy your bed? I guess that’s
• legit now these days, hmm?”
• Denver was about to open his mouth to protest when Henry showed
• him a picture of an unclothed woman from his mobile phone.
• “Her lingerie is vibrant red—your favorite color. She’s one of
• the girls in our favorite hang-out place.” Henry then winked at him. 
• Quietude just answered back to Henry.
• “I’ll change clothes in a minute.”
• The young Henry's face was beaming with happiness.
• “Yes! I’ll be just right here, friend. Eating your peanuts…”
• Henry then chuckled as he scooped a handful of peanuts to his wide mouth.
• Denver just rolled his eyes and went to his huge walk-in closet.
• He looked again at the black card—the ticket to a luxurious bar with a secret
• brothel.
• ***
• Denver was inside his walk-in closet when he suddenly remembered
• that kiss—the kiss he had with the sexy Wisdom. Well, her mother had a good
• taste after all; has a good taste in judging women by just one look—on how a
• woman tastes and a woman’s impact towards him.
• He touched his soft lips, as if reminiscing that so-called
• passionate kiss. Well, he can’t wait to be drowned in those lips once more. To
• taste that soft, irresistible lips again like he was having a luxury buffet.
• “Hey, Denver! What took you so long to change?!” Henry demanded
• while loudly pounding at his door.
• Denver was startled, prompting him to regain his focus on
• changing clothes. He then grabbed a turtle-necked black shirt and blue jeans.
• “Just a minute. Quite confused on what to wear!”
• Outside Denver’s walk-in closet, Henry frowned and yelled…again.
• “You’re becoming like a woman, eh! Always took an hour to change
• even for simple clothes!”
• The door suddenly burst open, revealing Denver Giordano’s
• handsome mien and simple apparel.
• “Whoa there, horsey! You look…different, Den.”
• Denver looked down at himself, examining what Henry was referring
• to.
• “I’m still me, Henry. Besides, aren’t we going to our hang-out
• place?”
• Henry hoisted his left brow as he trail behind Denver.
• “Is it that girl, Den? How much of your brain has been occupied
• by that girl?”
• He chuckled to his best friend's question. “Just a bit. But not
• the entirety of my cerebellum, don’t you worry!”
• And so, the two drove towards their hang-out place—the city’s
• most expensive bar; with a secret brothel if only one knew the password.
• ***
• It’s not too loud in the bar. In fact, it was very spacious.
• Maybe because most of the men are already in the secret brothel of this bar,
• drinking someone else’s juice instead of a cocktail.
• Denver drank a half of the glass when his bestfriend said
• something that he almost forgot the reason on why they’re here.
• “So, Denver…” Henry started. “Have you chosen a woman to rent
• this night?”
• Denver’s eyes grew wide as soon as hearing that query. “I’m fine
• with just drinking, Henry.”
• “Come on, Den. Drinking is incomplete without something to
• savour, something to eat…”
• “Then these peanuts are enough for me.” He said as he scooped a
• handful of spicy peanuts into his wide-opened mouth.
• “That’s not what I mean! You already know it, Dennie.”
• Denver just rolled his eyes…again.
• “Fine, I will be just accompanying you.” He said as he took a sip
• of his newly-ordered beer.
• Henry scowled at the moment he uttered that. Then, he stood up
• and walked towards the secret room.
• Denver just watched his bestfriend talk to the keeper of the
• secret brothel.
• He muttered “oh shit!” when Henry pointed a finger towards his
• direction.
• In a minute, a voluptuous girl approached him and whispered to
• his ears every aroused man hoped to hear.
• Well, he’s not aroused; he’s just dragged into this pleasure-filled
• place by his bestfriend.
• “Stop please!” The girl irritatingly stopped and slapped him.
• Denver knew what that meant. This place has some weird secret
• signals and hand gestures. Slapping means that the girl wants you to slap her
• back to the room that her bestfriend just recently vanished into.
• So, the handsome Denver stood up, making the other men and women
• glanced at his direction. He’s very tall; he’s towering height and well-built
• body could make any of those women beg at his feet to only be able to be inside
• Denver.
• He walked towards that secret room and found many smaller rooms
• inside. There is only one door unlocked.
• As he opened it, the woman’s skin glistened by the light of the
• small chandelier. Her clothes are now on the floor and the only thing she’s
• wearing is none other than her own shimmering skin.