Chapter 9 A Contract with her C.E.O.

"Like my car?"

Wisdom wandered her eyes around, inside the air-conditioned car.

"I bet so. It looks very...expensive."

She saw in the corner of her eyes that the brute smirked.

"I have a taste for expensive things."

Their eyes met. One may suggest that it was sweet. But, it made Wisdom's heart beat faster.

Denver held her hand, making her hold his piercing billionaire-ish stare.

Their eyes locked each other further.

"As clear as I remember, a wife never hesitates to kiss her husband."

Wisdom's heart could've leaped away from her chest. Yet, she kept on holding on into herself. She did not also notice that she was holding his hand and him to hers.

'Darn it!' She shrieked deep inside her.

"So, where's my kiss?" Denver kept on teasing and provoking her.

With the chauffeur watching and her heart throbbing, Wisdom Linnea Weisz had no choice but to kiss Denver Giordano...on his cheeks.

***

"Only in cheeks?" He frowned in dismay.

She scowled. "You only said a kiss. And you didn't mention that my lips should land on your lips as well..."

He let go of her hand and crossed his arms on his chest.

"You are one stubborn bee, honey..." Denver stated as he beheld her chin that made Wisdom quiver more on the inside.

"You're shaking again."

"I am cold."

He gave her a breathy laugh again. "Your skin is sensitive...or it's just you're a pretty little liar?"

Denver then caresses her smooth skin as a tease. His fingers were cold and warm at the same time. She couldn't discern which is which.

But one thing is certain: that caress sent her shaking on the inside and she almost 'came' down there.

'Dammit, Wisdom! How could you come with a single touch of this brute!!!'

"It seems you want to scream, dear Wisdom," Denver is now closer, an inch away from her lips. Never mind the cold, she was blazing due to his warm breath almost on her lips. His hands are firmly holding her arms, locked.

She can't move. They can't move.

"Sweet Wisdom. Your name is such a fancy one. I suggest you often use what was named after you then."

Denver then parted away.

Wisdom grimaced as if she just swallowed a whole yellow lemon.

'Right. You haven't been using wisdom, Wisdom?!' She thought, lecturing herself.

"The paper is on top of OUR bed. Sign it before I return this evening," Denver reminded before opening the door by her side and beckoned her to go upstairs at the penthouse first.

"Password is your name. All capitals." He then kissed her on the cheek. "Because you're the capital of my world, baby."

She watched the car turn at the corner and vanished before her very sight.

"Gosh, she's so hot and romantic and...dominant." A woman beside her uttered. Her clothes look very much expensive.

"What are you doing here, Candice?"

"Your 'husband' called me to be your personal assistant whatsoever."

"What?"

"Kidding. He called me to accompany you so that you will not do any foolish things in his penthouse."

"You knew each other?"

"I'm his personal nutritionist. He's the one I've been talking about every time we meet for coffee."

Silence shrouded them for a few minutes apart from the arriving owners, guests, and tenants at the condominium's lobby.

"Let's have a hotpot upstairs? I bought steaks and seafood," Candice Swann suggested, hoisting the bag of meat and seafood in the air.

"You also brought, matcha?"

Candice smiled. "Ice cream, candies, cupcakes, milk tea, and slices of cake. All of them are matcha."

The smile of the two was the last one seen before they vanished into the elevator and into the penthouse of Wisdom's new 'fiance', Denver Mikhail Giordano.

***

She signed the contract before messing her fingers with matcha macarons and cupcakes.

"I missed matcha!" She said as she laid down at the king-size bed. The contract that Denver called 'paper' is a few centimeters above her head.

"Finish first your steak, Wisdom!" said the still-munching Candice at her lobster tail.

"I will! Just let me finish my matcha."

Yet, there was a doorbell all of a sudden.

"I'll get that. Finish your steak," Candice said to Wisdom. She made a face behind her back. She is not very much fond of heavy meals during dinner nor luxurious seafood. She prefers salad and pizza for dinner-light and easy to digest.

"Oh. Hello, Mr. Giordano!"

Wisdom almost threw her food from her mouth after knowing that her soon-to-be husband is already here. Though marriage is to be followed a month after her 'training' as Mrs. Denver Giordano.

"Thank you, Ms. Swann," Denver said as he handed Wisdom's bestfriend an envelope that was obviously filled with money.

"But-"

"I said thank you...Ms. Swann," Denver reiterated.

Candice gave her one last look before taking the envelope and her Chanel bag.

"Goodbye, Wisdom."

"Goodbye, Candice."

Then the door was closed.

"Wow, you two are indeed like sisters, huh?" Denver asked as he took off his tuxedo.

"Since high school."

He nodded. When Wisdom looked at him, his bare chest greeted her.

"What the f-"

"Any problem with me being shirtless, sweetie?"

He's teasing her again, with that masculine voice and lip-biting of him. Wisdom's self-control is on the verge of breaking now.

"I know you want me...and I want you too Wisdom."

"Thanks for paying for my groceries when I am still a teenager."

He paused in the middle of unbuckling his jeans. "Oh that...you're pretty little one way back then."

Denver's wink infuriates her more. "You called me child at that time!"

He laughed in the sexiest way one could imagine. "You look so thin and small and...cute." Denver winked again and his pants are now on the floor.

"So, Wisdom. What position did you like way back then?"

And Wisdom is totally screwed and speechless and obviously had no choice but to be the submissive one tonight.

***

Her lace underwear was now on the lustrous floor.

When his gaze lingered on her breasts, gleaming with midnight's moon, his expression turned thirstier even more.

Then Denver's gaze slid lower. Lower.

And when it lingered on the apex of her thighs, his manly eyes sparkled.

"Are you going to just gawk at me all night, husband?" It was Wisdom's turn to tease this time.

He went on top of her, aligning his groin into her deep cave. His meat slowly slithered on the inside.

He rocked slowly on the couch. Denver moves for a minute until he can hear Wisdom's moan getting louder.

And so her moan gets even louder. Louder. And louder.

His moan synchronized with hers; their sound were like that of an orchestra, still harmoniously playing even they reached the peak of sexual union.

They both come at the same time.

Denver relished her breast while she plunged into a deep thought.

"What are you thinking?" He asked as he released her other breast and then sucked again the other one.

She drew back her attention to her handsome soon-to-be husband. His left hand stroked her left breast while his mouth devoured the entirety of her other tits.

Wisdom felt madly pleased. As if it wasn't just hours earlier that she had danced and played in bed with Terry.

But now, this moment of sexual glee is tempting and addicting. She'll try to at least forget that she was just hired-that she was the actual soon-to-be Mrs. Giordano, the wife of the richest man in town.

He swiftly bounced inside her; his velvet-wrapped steel hitting the very spot of her womanhood.

Denver's lips crushed into hers, hands around her curvaceous hips. Her body began shaking with the force of their convergence.

She kissed him once again. Her body was so tense below him that she thought her muscles would snap. But his hands were gentle as they drifted to her back, caressing her flawless complexion. This was the second time around that they banged.

Wisdom held on to his hair as he bounced harder this time, forgetting that the world is constantly rotating on its axis.

The waves of carnal pleasure drowned her on the inside. She lifted her body for a while, revealing Denver's huge manhood.

'It was the same size of a cucumber!' Wisdom mused.

Denver barked a curse. He came for the second time around. She laughed quietly. Wisdom swallowed his steel once, and aligned her core again to his huge groin.

"You are mine." He said with all sincerity in her ears.

"I'm yours...for now..." she howled.

Today, Wisdom will savor the moment. She will not disobey and whine and complain to her boss, Denver Mikhail Giordano.

Now, the only thing she will 'do' for the rest of the night is the man who hired her as his hired and paid wife.

***

"I want another round," Denver commanded her.

He had been dominant and was in charge for the entire night.

But before Wisdom could turn to her stomach, a loud knocking interrupted the two.

"I will open that," Wisdom volunteered, then wrapped her naked body in a bathrobe.

She didn't wait for Denver to say yes. She immediately strode towards the marble door without hesitating.

'Damn it, Candice! I was just going to be laid for the third time!"

But as Wisdom opened the door, it wasn't Candice Swann that beamed at her at the dead of night.

No. It was none other than the man who left her for her bestfriend. He was now looking ragged and unattractive and utterly pale and destitute-looking.

"Richard...you look drunk!"

Yet, the shirtless Denver was now beside her looking wholly furious and uninterested.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Richard Weisz?!" Denver's hoarse and thick voice then flooded the entirety of the penthouse.