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.

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

“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?

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

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

you because we’re close, but

all to myself, but… answer this one question,” Jane looked genuinely curious. “Why did you marry a poor guy like him? Don’t

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

“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

thing is…” Rebecca kept talking about how she and Benjamin met in a bar. “We talked, laughed, and drank and drank until midnight. Next thing we know, I woke up in my room,

jaw dropped. “You married him because you

not just any sex,” Rebecca tried to explain through whispering even though it was

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

in annoyance but couldn’t reply

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

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

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

the rents from the complex would return hundreds of thousands of dollars every year for the

on a lonely road, silence filled the space between the two souls

the boring silence, “8 months since we got married? Or should I say 8 months

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

me 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