Chapter 6: This Billionaire Is Mine

“Wisdom?” Terry’s voice became music to her ears.

She touched his lips, frightening Terry Kale.

“Wisdom?” He reiterated her name.

Without hesitation, she kissed him—pressing her lips sweetly to his soft lips.

She was standing by the threshold of her apartment door. The hallway was quiet. It was only the sound of their kissing that echoed in the place.

In a heartbeat, she entered his simple apartment room.

And Terry Kale also entered her.

***

The weather seems to go along with her emotions. The rumbling of the thunder made her cower on the inside. She has hated thunder and lightning since she was a little girl. Not mentioning the fact that it was also during a thunderstorm that her father left her.

The yellow cab taxis are mostly full, making her a bit irritated and vexatious. She looked at her cheap silver watch that was gifted to her during her sweet sixteenth birthday. It reads two in the afternoon. She just recently danced with Terry Kale at his apartment ten minutes away from where she was standing. Wisdom usually releases her anger in bed—in a bed session to be precise. She was oozing with fury and rage. Those two cheaters have conspired again against her. If only she has a genie to grant her a wish, she would ask to have revenge to the two that would sent them directly to the deepest part of hell where cheaters and traitors reside. Yet, fantasy only exists in the phantoms of one’s mind. Reality was always bitter, always hard to contend.

Her stomach rumbled along with the feral rumbling of the thunder above. The flash of lightning would have sent her shrieking in the midst of this busy road. She’s hungry, tired, frustrated. And most of all, she’s angry.

Wisdom’s core was swelling due to her lap dance with Terry Kale. She should’ve known he was wild in bed. She should’ve told him to slow down a bit if not for her rambling thoughts about the job that the billionaire offered. Those mere thoughts made her allow Terry to just drill her roughly.

“Waiting will do no justice to you, Wisdom.”

There he is again. The billionaire’s voice reverberated in her eardrums.

“Denver Giordano.” He said as he caressed her flawless skin—a lover’s touch. The billionaire acts as if he’s her lover in the midst of the passing people’s eyes.

His gray tuxedo was wet due to the drizzle. Wisdom, too, was drenched in wetness courtesy of the crying sky above.

Denver smelled her, as if a boyfriend just randomly found her girlfriend in the middle of the busy street waiting for a taxi.

“Stop it! Or else—”

“Or else what?”

Their eyes met, debating silently.

“What do you want?” She bravely asked.

“Me? It’s you who need help, darling.” Denver said as a person passed by in front of them, making the random guy jerked his head towards their direction then returning his focus to where he was going. That gives the notion that they were just a couple having a ‘love quarrel’ to the public.

“I have a penthouse in the condo across the street. I bet you need a place to rest and think and shelter from the storm.”

A lightning flashed again as Denver said it, illuminating his handsome face.

Without any choice, she gave up and went with him. She nodded and Denver led the way, with his right hand caressing her back as if a lover just leading the way.

***

The condo’s lobby was perhaps the most lavish thing she had seen in her life. The swaying chandelier above was gilded in golden foliage, not mentioning the fact that the tiles are red marble.

A fish pond was situated by the side, arching its way like the A****n River towards the little indoor garden with a rose fountain in the center. This is paradise—and this was just the ground floor of the building.

“I was just looking for a wife without love attachment; just physical and all in order to appease my mother. A hundred thousand dollars will be on your bank account as soon as you agree with my terms.” Denver finally spoke after five minutes of trekking from across the street towards here.

The C.E.O. offered her his tuxedo suit as her umbrella to refrain her from being wet further. For others, it may be a gentleman’s act of kindness. But to her, it was only an altruistic action of a man to a woman he wanted in his bed—to be entered by him as if it was just a normal job.

As a form of gratitude, she just replied that she will think about it. It was the safest answer she could think of, to be honest.

They were waiting by the elevator door when the face of her ex-best friend and her former husband was inside the elevator.

Wisdom Weisz was gaping; flabbergasted. She looked at Denver who acted as if he knew nothing. To Wisdom’s surprise, Richard was looking at Denver’s hand—it was on her back just a few inches away from Wisdom’s well-rounded ass.

Francine, too, was gaping. Not just in surprise that she was in such a luxurious condominium, but the fact that the C.E.O. of Francine’s company was beside Wisdom—the last woman she could think to be with Denver Giordano.

Wisdom, on the other hand, will not waste this opportunity for a sweet revenge. So, she said the most unbelievable, indescribable, and unfeigned words that her mind could craft.

“It’s glad that you’re here Richard, Francine. In that way, I am able to introduce to you my fiancé, Denver Giordano.”

The eyes of the three people were as wide as the Pacific Ocean. Denver looked at her with incredulity, with unbelievable eyes. But, Denver just smiled—a sweet smile as if a fiancé’s smile to his fiancée.