Chapter 10

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

“Where…is…Linnea?!” Richard’s voice was completely drunk, and his breath was also reeking of beer and other alcoholic beverages.

“You’re drunk, dude!” says Denver as he tries to shove him away from the door and into the elevator.

“WHERE IS LINNEA?! WHERE IS MY WIFE?!”

Linnea. He called her Linnea. Wisdom was on the verge of slapping this man a hundred times if it wasn’t for Denver’s hand halting her to do so. His handsome eyes tell her of ‘I will handle this’ sort of thing.

She nodded in gratitude, ‘go on then…’ Her eyes seem to verbally express those words.

Wisdom stepped back, away from the sight of Richard and Denver. She went inside and put on her clothes the moment before she was drilled by the great and glorious, Denver Giordano.