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.

still strangely sexy even when covered in sweat. He was well-proportioned and prepossessing enough for her to keep

“Benjamin Wilde.”

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

was still tightly held by

husband,” Rebecca intervened

sat straight. “I

because we’re close, but don’t publicize

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

about me, right? I’m very particular with the

Jane put some roasted cashew into her mouth . “All the guys I fucked back then would keep crying, saying that they couldn’t get into your panties no matter how much they tried. If we begin talking

laughed, and drank and drank until midnight. Next thing we know, I woke up

“You married

through whispering even though it was uncomfortable. “He freaking stole

She knew how Rebecca had waited for the right man since high school days, but she never thought Rebecca

lips in annoyance but couldn’t reply

are you still working as a pizza-delivery guy when you

mind choosing whatever profession they pick for me if my wife and her family accept me as their family member,” replied

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

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, but they still couldn’t be called rich when compared to

car sped up on a lonely road, silence filled the space between the two souls present in

the boring silence, “8 months since we got married? Or should I say 8 months since you ‘almost’ forced me

say anything. Her focus was on driving,

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