Francine’s POVRealization and guilt had never hit me hard until now.I guess it’s true then, that regret always waits at the end—not at the beginning.Crying had been my breakfast, weeping had been my lunch, and sobbing was my dinner. Wailing and bawling in my room is enough to fill my empty heart as my midnight snack.Wisdom is my first bestfriend. But it was lust who had torn me away from her, from her heart. I realized today that I never loved the men I have been with. It was only their body that I saw as my need and want, nothing more.Being rich does not entirely bring you happiness. Even if I have a myriad of money, still, I haven’t yet found a man that will wholly show me what it is to have utter, pure happiness. Like how Mr. Giordano showed Wisdom.I cannot hide the fact—and I wouldn’t deny either—that I am not jealous. I am envious of them two. For my bestfriend, who I
Denver’s POVHe had left her in my arms. Literally, and figuratively.Wisdom and I just finished and her head was buried in my arms. She was sleeping in her stomach and I was lying on my back, breathing in her natural fragrance.I couldn’t express my feelings more but being thankful for Richards, for giving me a woman that he knew deserves someone better. Someone like me.He might be an asshole in so many ways but he’s still a man who had been part of my hired wife’s life, my soon-to-be Mrs. Giordano’s former husband.But the past is the past. It just exists behind. Even if the world is turned upside down, the past is the past and the present is the present.And I, Denver Mikhail Giordano, will do anything to be manly enough to love and protect, care and watch over my Wisdom.The Wisdom of my life and the wisdom of this breathing heart.She was everything that I wasn’t. Still, she looked up to me as some sort of a God worth worshipping.And I wouldn’t let her down.***Wisdom’s POVDe
Wisdom's POV“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
Denver’s POVWisdom 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
“Please, Wisdom. Let’s meet in a coffee shop.”Richard’s text message prompts her to wake up early at six in the morning. Denver was still sleeping tightly—his bare chest facing her.She too was naked. Her breasts and her cave were swollen due to his rough taking last night. Wisdom hasn’t enjoyed much as she was busy tending her emotions and her thoughts of her being a paid—‘Cut it out, Wisdom!’ She scolded herself. ‘Just do this job well and he will also reward you well.’She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Wisdom then took a nice, warm bath at the shower. She was about to wear a plain t-shirt and blue jeans when her eyes suddenly caught that cobalt blue dress.‘It’s not so bad to wear a revealing dress,’ she thought to herself.Since the coffee shop is just a few walking distance to the condo, Wisdom decided to walk there—all by herself.People
“I’m amazed you haven’t shed any tears after that mall incident with Dyana, Wisdom.”She just gave Denver a tight nod. Her silence reverberated within the elevator’s walls.When the door opens, the receiving area is already magnificent. A huge tarpaulin bearing Denver’s face greeted her.She smiled at him. Luckily, he smiled back.“You look beautiful,” he uttered.Candice is very good in choosing this dress after all—and for insisting her to buy and wear this.“This way, please.” A man in a gray tuxedo, probably the valet, beamed at them.Denver followed the man, his arm wrapping around Wisdom’s exposed back. “And you smell good too, Linnea.”Still, she answered with a smile. The frown in Denver’s face would have lasted long if not for the opening of the ballroom’s doors.“Please welcome, Mr. Denver Giordano, our grand host of this party, and his fiancée, Ms. Wisdom Calvin.”Wisdom looked at her, in question and astonishment. “You registered me by my maiden name?”“Yes. Calvin is your