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 type of men. “I’m Jane. Jane Cooper.”

“Benjamin Wilde.”

another’s, 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

His hand was still tightly held by her, and she was smiling seductively and biting

hitting on my husband,” Rebecca intervened straight

go of his hand and sat straight. “I was just teasing my best friend’s

we’re close, but

this one question,” Jane looked genuinely

about me, right? I’m very particular

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

a bar. “We talked, laughed, and drank and drank until

Jane’s jaw dropped. “You married

Rebecca tried to explain through whispering

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

in annoyance but couldn’t reply in

still working as a pizza-delivery guy when

Pizzas, and the challenges and surprises it brings, but I don’t mind choosing whatever profession they pick for me if my wife and her family accept me

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

return hundreds of thousands of dollars every year for the Cooper family, but they still couldn’t be called rich when

car sped up on a lonely road, silence filled the space

“8 months since we got married?

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

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