“You’re full?”
“Yup,” Wisdom then nodded as she stroked her belly full of steak, shrimps, abalones, lobster tails, and matcha in all dessert forms.
They went inside the lavish-looking elevator, the buttons reaching up until the 50th floor.
‘Gosh, this building must be so tall,’ she mused as she roamed her eyes inside.
“You seemed like a curious cat roaming around,” Denver breathed.
“I am. I have never seen an elevator that has a sofa cushion and gilded interiors…”
Denver just smirked. Wisdom grinned back. She felt defeat when Denver’s lips landed atop hers once again.
“I won a score this time,” he teased.
“Oh really? The cushion is just over there. It only takes me ten seconds to take my clothes off,” she countered with her seductive smile.
He let go of her chin and stood straight. “Every elevator had a camera. I suppose the management would be pissed if they found a sex video in one of their CCTVs.”
Wisdom cackled; he did as well. The elevator sounded, signalling their arrival on the floor.
“We’re here,” Denver declared.
Wisdom got out first. When both of them were now standing outside, she grabbed her groin and smiled wickedly. “I have your little kraken over here as my hostage, hm?”
He seized her hand and held it in the air. “And I have your tits imprisoned by my eyes.
She leaned to kiss but Denver politely pushed her away. “Enough of the sensual stuff and let’s go to the romantic ones…”
“Isn’t it romantic when a couple did sensual stuff?” She brushed a finger across her breasts with a seductive smile plastered on her face.
“We are not a couple, remember? You are my hired wife and I am your employer.”
Those words struck a hot molten knife into her chest. Wisdom’s sweet smile vanished in a second. His face also shifted.
“I know,” she plainly stated with almost a tear on her eye. She walked first so that Denver wouldn’t know that she’s shedding tears.
“You’re going the wrong way, Wisdom. This way,” he offered a hand but she didn’t accept it. Denver apparently managed to see her face and frowned. “Are you crying?”
She shook her head from side to side. “No. It’s just… dust.”
Wisdom then went to the way he was pointing and softly muttered to herself that he didn’t need to remind her that; that all of these are just part of her job and daily tasks. She was being paid to kiss him and suck his dick and fuck him anywhere. She’s just a woman who receives a salary for pleasuring him and for being at his side whenever he calls for her.
“Wisdom? Are you okay?”
“I am fine. Thank you.” It’s a lie from her. How could she not when truth seems to be stuck at the tip of her tongue. She swallowed all of these and just reminded her goddamn self that love is like a flashlight—you only turn it on if it is dark.
“Here we are.” He combed his hair with his fingers, “Behind the purple door.”
“Purple door?”
“Yes. This is a private room that is exclusive to me…and to me only.”
Denver eyed her again. “Are you truly okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she wiped a tear from her face. “I am utterly fine.” Well, that’s another lie. Her throat bobbed. Her heart beats faster. “Shall we go inside?”
Denver tore his stare from her and opened the door.
When she beheld the sight of the entirety of the room, Wisdom is dazed, speechless. A library with a mini-aquarium. The ceiling is painted in such a magnificent view. The floor has crimson carpet. Almost everything has a touch of silver or gold, or both. What a luxury!
When she was now on the room’s threshold, he suddenly spoke. “I know you are not fine, Wisdom.”
Before she could open her mouth, Denver pulled her inside and slammed the door shut. He grabbed her face and his lips met hers again in a passionate kiss.
Wisdom finally let her tears freely flow. They landed on the carpeted floor and neither lips departed from each other. They are still kissing until their tongues are lustfully playing and entwining each other.
Wisdom still whispered to herself the words that had actually made her cry in the first place: ‘This is just a job and Denver Giordano is my employer.’
***
“You know I hate when I see my woman crying, Linnea…” Denver spoke between her lips. “I kiss the tears away from that woman—literally.”
“Yeah, I know. You just did that. To me,” she tried to stand but Denver held her still, not wanting to be apart from her lips yet.
“Please,” he begged.
“I am here for your surprise, Denver. Not you,” Wisdom’s voice is soft but stern; his words earlier did a great puncture onto her already-wounded heart caused by her previous marriage.
“But I am the surprise, honey.” Both looked at each other, waiting for each other’s next move. It was Wisdom who broke the silence.
“You’re joking. If you are really the surprise, you will not bring me to this lavish room in the least. You can just drill me in your car or even at the lavatory of the restaurant.”
“But I wanted to explore other places while I am inside you, Ms. Calvin. You know, the kinky stuff…” He then winked and leaned quickly for a kiss but it was only her smooth cheeks that met his lips.
“We are not a couple.” She just reiterated what he had said earlier.
Denver wiped his lips as Wisdom’s glare is now like that of a laser, “Fine. I lost.” His dismayed sigh and eyes made her smirk.
“You really can’t handle a rude me, hm?”
Denver’s face brightened again and hoisted his two hands in the air. She just shrugged.
“Where’s my surprise?” she demanded.
“Behind you.”
She immediately looked behind but it was only a table full of blank space and a fruit bowl in the center. When she faced Denver again, his face crashed into hers, finally capturing her lips with his.
“Gotcha,” he said between her lips. Wisdom winced. “You have no permission to enter my cave tonight.”
He frowned and whined like a child throwing tantrums, “Babe, I’m just teasing. I’m just joking…”
Denver kept repeating those words that she almost thought to suck his cock in order to silence him. She shoved the thought away and just walked towards the table.
“Where’s my surprise?” Wisdom asked again while biting a pear.
Denver stood; his muscular bare chest was cast by the light of the chandelier, glinting. “Come here, Wisdom.”
She arched her brows but then she remembered she’s his employer and she was just a dog leashed in the form of money and lust and luxury.
“You’re now calling me Wisdom…” She took another bite from the fruit, “Not babe?”
Denver smiled and put his hand on his waist, tilting his body a bit so that she may have a clearer view of his sweating chest. “Come here, darling.”
“That’s more I like it,” Wisdom breathed as she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her huge boobs.
She swore she saw him drooling, swooning. Wisdom then lifted her two manicured fingers and ran it from his temple down to an inch away before his manhood. “What is it, sweetie?”
Denver grinned maliciously. But it was sexy for her. She bit her lip as she placed a kiss on his jawline. “For the last time, I will ask you, Mr. Giordano. Where is my surprise?”
“Follow me,” Denver purred. “..with your body only.”
Wisdom was surprised at first but her surprise turned to a carnal, sensual smile. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” Then he walked away. Since her chest is now unclothed, she just has to take off her jean skirt. Afterwards, Wisdom then removed her ponytail and let her hair freely wobble. She brought it in front as if to cover her naked chest where in fact her breasts were still visibly uncovered.
She followed him, inside a cool room filled with books.
“A library!” Wisdom exclaimed and leaped in joy that also made her tits bounce as well.
“This is my surprise.” He was at the edge of the room and she immediately gave him a hug, a gesture of gratitude. “Thank you.”
Yet, he grimaced. “No kiss?”
“I have long been kissing you since the moment I signed the contract. Can we try a different ‘stuff’ this time?”
His gaze slid to the empty table that is used for reading and signing documents and, well according to Denver Mikhail Giordano, for feasting each other’s bodies.
He smirked. They both smirked at each other. “How about I banged you on top of the reading table?”
So they did.