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.

for her to keep looking, probably because she liked the hardworking, sweating

“Benjamin Wilde.”

sturdy grip.) “Your hands are so tough. I don’t think you are just a pizza guy. What were you doing

down. His hand was still tightly held by

husband,” Rebecca intervened straight away. “He’s

I know.” Jane let go of his hand and sat straight. “I was just teasing my

close, but don’t

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 something

right? I’m very particular

crying, saying that they couldn’t get into your panties no matter how

talked, laughed, and drank and drank until midnight. Next thing

Jane’s jaw dropped. “You married him because you had

any sex,” Rebecca tried to explain through whispering even though it was uncomfortable. “He freaking stole

the right man since high school days, but she never thought Rebecca would

in annoyance but

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

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

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

the complex would return hundreds of thousands of dollars

road, silence filled the

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

didn’t say anything. Her focus was on driving, or so it

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