Wisdom Weisz was probably the unluckiest woman in the world. She lost her house and ten-month-old daughter in a fire in a single day. And what’s worse is that on the same day, her husband was making love to her best friend in the latter’s apartment without paying any sort of remorse for her. Weeks after, she was also fired from her job for the viral video that was taken on the time she shamed her ex-husband and ex-best friend in front of many people.
        	Frustrated, she was left jobless and spent her remaining money in a luxury hotel’s bar. With destiny as unpredictable as ever, she met the billionaire in the bar who she already came across at various moments of her life. The man offered her a job and it was called, “Wife for Hire”, meaning she will be his wife without any emotional attachments. Wisdom was skeptical at first when the billionaire showed him the sum of money she will receive weekly. If she accepts, the billionaire will pay her upfront with a hundred dollars in her bank in just a blink of an eye.
        	Wisdom eventually accepts as she deemed this as an opportunity for revenge to her former husband and best friend as the billionaire happened to be her ex-husband’s boss and her ex-best friend's employer.
        	Wisdom Weisz was on cloud nine at first until she realized that her heart was about to fall for him. As a whirlpool of emotions stirred and a web of conflicts weaved, Wisdom will soon find out that this job was not easy as she thought as her heart begins to fall for the man who had employed her to be his hired wife.

Wife for Hire

The morning shower in this seaside mansion is so good to my skin, especially when it is accompanied by my husband’s tender kisses. 


 Denver’s lips began from my mouth down to my legs, leaving it in trail as if he hadn't yet tasted each inch of my body—hadn't yet discovered every part of me that he now owns forever. 


 He owns me, and I possess him. His name is my prayer; my body is his holy bread. Denver’s mouth found mine again. Our tongues danced wildly—a waltz and a ballet inside our mouth. 


 I wanted him to be here, inside me and inside my mouth. I hooked a leg around his middle. I pushed my body deeper inside him. He grinds his hips harder against me, crushing me into the wet walls of this bathroom. Denver growled his scorching desire in my ear. 


 We relished today’s dance for tomorrow would be another day to waltz the hymn of sexual pleasure. I put a hand on my husband’s heart and a thundering series of beats echoed into my palm. 


Chapter 35