Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

“Rebeeca, are you kidding me? Now I know why you didn’t have a wedding. To think your husband is a freaking pizza-delivery guy!” a blonde in a skimpy dress let the words flow out of her mouth like a monkey’s exaggerated screams.

“That’s not it, Jane.” The brunette sitting in the driver’s seat took her shades out and bit on them. She was wearing a metallic fashion dress that revealed some of her breasts and most of her healthy thighs with zero cellulite and perfect shine. She tried to explain herself by telling her a few things.

“So you’re saying your vagina never vomited white stuff after getting married?” Jane covered her mouth in both shock and pity. “I went out on an extended foreign trip to find a good-looking husband, but you are here… stuck with a pizza-delivery guy.”

Rebecca didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“At least tell me he’s attractive.”

“Well,” Rebecca felt awkward to respond to such a question.

The car they were in, a red Porsche, had stopped in front of a cluster of vintage pizza huts. A guy in an orange uniform ran out to meet them. He was neither tall nor short. Neither slim nor fat. His hair was unkempt, and his beard was not properly cared for, but as far as his eyes were considered, he definitely was as pure as angels.

“How long have you been waiting for?” he leaned closer for a kiss.

“Can’t you see my friend is inside?” Rebecca’s brows drew together. “This isn’t the time or place for a kiss.”

“Ah,” he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. Nevertheless, he showered a smile. “I’m sorry.”

“Get in.”

“Okay.” He thought he could kiss her because her friend was around, but that didn’t work.

The door opened. He sat in the back row. Rebecca drove off at a high speed.

at the man who looked average but still strangely sexy even when covered in sweat. He was well-proportioned and prepossessing enough for her to keep looking, probably because she liked the hardworking, sweating

“Benjamin Wilde.”

more light. (Mm, a sturdy grip.) “Your hands are so tough.

well…” he glanced down. His hand was still tightly held by her, and she was smiling seductively and biting on her lower

on my husband,” Rebecca intervened straight away.

hand and sat straight. “I

told you because we’re close, but don’t

need to tell me that, sweetie. I’ll keep your little big secret all to myself, but… answer this one question,” Jane looked genuinely curious. “Why did you marry a poor guy like him? Don’t

right? I’m very particular with the

crying, saying that they couldn’t get into your panties no matter how much they tried. If we begin talking about those nights,

talking about how she and Benjamin met in a bar. “We talked, laughed, and drank and drank until midnight. Next thing

Jane’s jaw dropped. “You married him because

to explain through whispering even though it was uncomfortable. “He freaking

school days, but she never thought Rebecca would stay a virgin for so long.

lips in annoyance but couldn’t reply

Jane glanced at him. “Why are you still working as a pizza-delivery guy

challenges and surprises it brings, but I don’t mind choosing whatever profession they

you are willing to quit the job you like for the sake of your wife, huh. I’m not sure if that’s admirable or…” Jane now understood things better, but the silence between the husband and wife almost suffocated her. “Anyway, I was a bit worried when she said she got married. She’s a statuesque stunner, but you aren’t half-bad, either. However, I feel like there’s a lot more going on than what you have let me know,” she looked at Rebecca, “so why don’t you drop me at my apartment first,

blonde at the apartment complex which Jane’s father owned. Just the rents from the complex would return hundreds of thousands of dollars every year for the Cooper family,

lonely road, silence filled the space between the two souls present in

“8 months since we got married? Or should

anything. Her focus was on

by your side, but you didn’t even let me touch you,” he continued speaking in a bit of a heavy tone. “You sleep on a different bed. You never talk much. You treat me like I’m a rock that doesn’t have any feelings. Your family… I don’t care about them,