Chapter 8

• “I am at Chateau by the Air.”
• Wisdom Weisz said to Denver Giordano, the one on the other line.
• “You’re ready for a talk?”
• She breathed deep first. “Yes, I am.”
• “Then wait for me there. Give me half an hour.”
• ***
• Wisdom chose to sit by the window closest to the street. Her
• strawberry milkshake is almost finished, as is her sandwich and fries.
• Still, Denver Giordano hasn’t come. Many cars and taxis had
• passed, she was still waiting for this one hell of a rich and handsome man.
• She was about to stand and leave when Denver just entered the
• coffeehouse.
• “What a great timing…” Wisdom murmured.
• Even the coffeehouse’s workers and other customers turned around
• as Denver walked towards where she’s sitting.
• “Gosh, he’s so handsome!” said the one in a university uniform.
• “Yeah, he’s the real life Christian Gray…” A woman in a blue
• skirt whispered.
• “…Is that his girlfriend?” The janitress asked the cashier.
• “I wanna fuck him at the lavatory…” The lady with a ring on her
• finger dared to say.
• All of the people’s murmurs made her red and…sinking in shyness.
• “You’re all red?” beamed by Denver when he reached her.
• “It’s cold.”
• “You’re lying again.”
• Wisdom breathed deeply first. “People are talking about you.”
• “So do you.”
• Wisdom scowled. “They are?”
• Denver nodded. “The men outside and in here are staring at the
• beautiful woman in front of me.”
• She looked at the glass pane and three men on bicycles were
• indeed looking at her. The two young men who were wearing varsity jackets next
• to them are also staring at her.
• She shook her head.
• “My dear friend just flew an hour ago, to Paris”
• “Dear friend?” Denver asked as the waitress arrived with his
• drink. The girl then smiled at him with a biting lip on the woman’s face.
• Wisdom just rolled her eyes. He saw that.
• “What?”
• “What?”
• “Nothing. Anyway, what do you think about the job?”
• “That job?”
• He nodded with a smile.
• “My dear friend advised me to accept it.”
• “And do you?”
• “I guess I have no choice. I’m like a dry desert as of now. No
• one calls me honey and no one gives me money.”
• Denver laughed at that. “And who is this dear friend, Wisdom
• Linnea Weisz?”
• “I hate it when you call me by my full name.”
• “How about Linnea?”
• “I hate it even more.”
• He laughed again, a sexy breathy laugh.
• “Just call me Wisdom, please.”
• “Then Wisdom it is.”
• They ate and savored their food first before going down to
• business. They talked about baseball, about food, about France and all its lavishness,
• and about, well, sex.
• “What position do you like back then?”
• Wisdom’s cheeks got redder due to that question.
• “It’s a very sexual and sensual question, Mr. Denver.”
• “I am talking about when you were still Gerry’s secretary.”
• “Oh—Oh that position!” Her whole face is now red. She thought he
• was asking the other meaning of position.
• “I actually dreamed of sitting on your chair.”
• “As the one in-charge or as the one who is in charge of you-know-what?”
• Denver then smiled, wickedly.
• “I am not fond of having sex on a chair. It makes me
• uncomfortable and my hips hurt as well.”
• He had that masculine, brute smile again. “Well, at least I now
• know.”
• “I thought it’s not included in my job requirements.”
• “Since when a wife doesn’t fucked her husband.”
• “But this is a job—”
• “Exactly. In fact, you should do better since it’s your job as a
• hired wife.”
• Their eyes met.
• ‘Shit!’ Wisdom cursed in her own mind.
• “So…” he began as he crossed his fingers atop the coffee table to
• where the crumbles of the blueberry muffin could be seen.
• “I’ll start now?”
• “Today or tomorrow. You choose.”
• “Tomorrow. I still have to pack my things.”
• Denver gave her a devilish grin once again. “I already did.”
• Wisdom’s beautiful eyes widened. “You pa—what!!”
• “Your things are at my penthouse now. The only problem you’ll
• have is what you are going to wear so that you will not end up in my bed, or at
• least the other way around.”
• “I have pajamas.”
• “I threw them out. I only left you those lacy stuff with
• revealing back and chest and to where the cave was hidden…”
• “You thr—what the hell!” She pressed her forehead to her palms.
• “You threw my pajamas and you just gave me lingeries as sleeping
• clothes?!”
• He shrugged. She was boiling in anger. The people around them
• only thought that they were having a love quarrel. They didn’t know these two
• were doing business.
• “Who said you’re going to sleep in my bed?” Denver asked with
• hoisted brows.
• “Bedtime is ten.” He continued as he took a bite at the chocolate
• she was eating.
• “Don’t forget that honey.”
• That was all he said as he grabbed his things and strode away.
• Wisdom watched him enter his car that was opened by a chauffeur and is also
• driven by a hired chauffeur.
• The ladies glared at her. The men looked lustfully at her. She
• forgot that she was wearing a nude-colored V-neck blouse where the cut reaches
• at the apex of her chest, making her cleavage more visible than she used to
• display.
• Without further ado, she grabbed her blazer. She put it on and
• immediately went after Denver’s car.
• Wisdom had no choice but to ride with him and chose to start as
• the official hired wife of Denver Giordano at this very moment.