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.

enough for her to keep looking, probably because she liked the hardworking, sweating type of men. “I’m

“Benjamin Wilde.”

and her eyes slightly drew in more light. (Mm, a sturdy grip.) “Your hands are so tough. I don’t think you are just a pizza guy. What were you doing before that? Before you met

glanced down. His hand was still tightly held by her,

Rebecca

and sat straight. “I was just

you because we’re close,

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 give me

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

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 about those nights, it will take forever, so get to the point

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

dropped. “You married him because you

just any sex,” Rebecca tried to explain 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 would stay a virgin for so long.

pursed her lips in annoyance but couldn’t

as a pizza-delivery guy when you have married the

mind choosing whatever profession they pick for

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.

would return hundreds of thousands of dollars every

filled the space between the two souls present in

we got married? Or should I say 8 months since you ‘almost’ forced me

say anything. Her focus was on

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