Chapter 8: His Job Offer

Denver chuckled in a masculine manner. Wisdom should check if her underwear is still intact or has it already plummeted on the floor due to Denver’s sensual and sexy laugh. Indeed, this handsome creature is an “underwear dropper” as to what Wisdom would you usually call these kinds of men.

‘Focus, Wisdom!’ She scolded herself for thinking such carnal thoughts towards the man that she barely knew. The man who kissed her just weeks after divorcing her cheating husband.

“What was the contract again?” That’s a good move for Wisdom; changing the topic from the pleasure side to the business side is wholly unbelievable for her to do. After all, never mix business with pleasure as they say. But, what if the business is all about pleasure itself? A wife is an all-in-one kit for a billionaire. They can be a ‘secretary’, a personal assistant, a cook, a ‘housekeeper’, and a bed servant. And many more.

She watched Denver gulp the half of brandy in just a heartbeat. How could men devour a bunch of alcohol as if it was just a glass of water?

“It is stated in the papers in front of you.”

Good gracious, Wisdom didn’t even know that there’s a bunch of paper in a white folder in front of her if Denver didn’t mention it.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, wholly surprised. Her brain is indeed absent for today. God knows where in the four corners of this earth it went.

“It’s already late, Miss Weisz,” Denver said as he stood, treading towards the door. “I suggest you read the papers when you arrive at your apartment.”

‘How did he know I was living in an apartment?’ She thought randomly.

“Okay.” That was all she said as she grabbed the papers and her clutch bag. The brandy seems to weep in loneliness for not being finished by the one and only Wisdom Weisz.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

That was all she managed to mutter as the elevator doors closed, heading downwards to the lobby area.

“Miss Weisz? Follow me, please.”

A man in late thirties stated as he walked towards the outside of the lavish condominium. The condominium that is perhaps built in gold and using gold due to the myriad of glinting gilded furnitures and ephemera surrounding the lobby.

As soon as they reached outside, a Lamborghini greeted her. And she was about to have a heart attack when the man opened it and beckoned her to enter.

She hoisted her face and looked at the penthouse. Though he’s a dot in the distance, she could clearly see Denver waving a hand to her—somewhat saying “Goodbye for now, dear wife.”

Without any ado, Wisdom aboard the Lamborghini and the man drove her towards her cheap apartment that could perhaps be as ten times cheaper than Denver Giordano’s watch.

***

Denver watched as the Lamborghini drove off. The city lights were indeed blinding, but at least he’ll be watered after three months of waiting. Watered—such a bizarre term for someone who’ll be drilled after three months of abstinence.

He could’ve proposed to Wisdom earlier. But, there is always the right timing. And he did well in choosing the perfect moment.

The last sip he took was the last drop of brandy left.

“Damn. Not again!”

Brandy is Denver’s favorite alcohol. Martini is fine. But brandy is indeed finer.

In a snap, he decided to go out and buy brandy as his chauffeur was still driving Wisdom home.

***

The night breeze was cool. As cool as his patience and mood. When Denver Giordano reached the counter, the face of Richard Weisz beamed at him.

Denver was having thoughts on what smile to show to his employer. Is he gonna plastered a wry smile, a turtle smile, a jovial grin, or perhaps a grimace?

“Hello Denver…”

Denver’s face seemed to have a life on its own as he demonstrated a bland smile. “Hello Richard.”

Richard looked behind him, seemingly looking for someone else with him.

“Is Wisdom with you?” Denver shook his head as he was forced to drink the brandy here while handling the cashier a few dollars as a payment.

“Francine was already home.”

‘Who the fuck cares?’ Denver thought while his mouth savoured the heavenly taste of the alcohol.

“Are you really my ex—I mean Wisdom’s fiancé?”

He glared at Richard before pocketing the change given to him by the brunette cashier.

“Yes.” It wasn’t a lie though—just an assumption.

“I see. Congratulations then.” Richard’s tone was as plain as ever. He was talking to the man he bumped into in the middle of the night, who happens to be the C.E.O. of the company he worked for, and just randomly approached and conversed with him as if he was just an old acquaintance. What an asshole of him to dare to treat the ever-glorious Denver Giordano like that.

Denver watched as the man exited the store looking utterly unhappy. ‘What could happen with him and Francine?’

“Mister! Could you please step aside as you are hindering the line..” It was the voice of an old woman who seemed to be an inch from being enraged. Her skin is as pale as the white hair that adorned her head.

Without anything to say, he stepped aside and sauntered towards the condominium across the street. As he arrived at his penthouse, a naked woman was already inside the penthouse.

Her glinting skin was enough to make Denver Giordano drop to his knees.