Chapter 3

• “You probably remembered me?”
• Of course she did. His handsome face was registered on Wisdom’s
• mind forever.
• The bartender handed him a vodka martini—as well as to her.
• “Don’t worry. It’s my treat.”
• Wisdom was debating if the drink was somehow drugged or the man just happens to be very friendly, contrary to his strict appearance. He was wearing sage-colored jeans and black polo shirt.
• Well, he’s handsome anyway despite the simplicity in his apparel. He’s one of the men whom Wisdom only dreamt of being in bed with due to his oozing handsomeness.
• She waited for him to drink first before taking a sip from her vodka martini.
• “Don’t worry. It’s safe to drink, it is not drugged. If I want a woman in my bed, I’ll tell her right away. Drugs don't need to do that if my mouth can just simply ask.”
• That’s so sweet of him—and respectful.
• “Speaking of that…”
• That line made Wisdom abruptly turn her head towards him. She would have thrown up in the middle of this conversation if her mind didn’t remind her that she’s talking to a C.E.O.
• “I would like to offer you a job—a job that requires you to be in my bed.”  That was pretty candid and direct.
• Silence just fell between them.
• “Say something, Wisdom.”
• “Something.” She’s being a clown; being funny.
• ‘Wait, how did he know my name?’ Wisdom suddenly thought.
• The C.E.O. takes one look at her then take another sip from his cocktail.
• “I suppose Gerry didn’t tell you that I am now the C.E.O. of the company you just resigned…”
• Using the term ‘resigned’ is a bit of salvation to Wisdom’s pride. But, the fact that Gerry didn’t tell her that there had been a slight change in the upper management was utterly unfair.
• Speaking of upper management…
• “And I am also the one who requested that you’ll be fired, considering the fact that it is also the grocery store that I own the time you made a scene to shame your former husband and former best friend.”
• Wisdom could no longer think, move, or even speak due to that revelation. God save her tongue.
• “What’s your name?” Those were the only words that came out from her dry mouth.
• The C.E.O. looked at her in confusion. “Hmm?”
• “I said what’s your name you damned idiot!”
• Wisdom has totally gone down in the enraged path. The respectful, sweet, and naïve Wisdom no longer exists. With that revelation, she too had made a new skin of herself and shredded the skin of her past.
• Without further ado, she walked out the scene…again; without bothering to say goodbye or asking to walk away. No. She just walks away like a Hollywood actress filming a badass scene.
• She is Wisdom Weisz anyway. And walking away is now a part of her glorious name.
• ***
• Wisdom’s reflection was very much alluring and statuesque.
• ‘I hope this body will help me on this job application…’ She prayed; more like hoping.
• With that, the C.E.O. last night flashed again from her mind. His lips, his handsome mien, and his…his offer for a job that includes her being in his bed. 
• Was that really a job? Is he somehow a pornography executive producer or an adult actor? Either way, she needs a decent job. A job that can benefit her body, her lifestyle, and her wallet. And the job he offered seems to only benefit two out of the three things.
• She looked at the clock that was more plain than cheap. It reads 7:45—fifteen minutes before her scheduled interview.
• “Relax, Wisdom!” She scolded herself.
• Without further ado, she sprinted towards the location of her job application, disregarding her feet due to the pain caused by her red high heels.
• ***
• Luckily, she arrived at the place on time. There is already
• someone being interviewed inside.
• She received a text message from the HR. The assigned woman that was supposed to interview her was on maternity leave, leaving the Head of the HR Department to conduct the interview.
• It was two minutes before her interview when she decided to peep at the translucent glass door. It was a young woman who was being interviewed before her. She seems like a fresh graduate and very gorgeous. But, when she caught the sight of the person that they call the Head of the HR Department, she was about to vomit…again.
• It was Richard—her sex-loving former husband.
• ***
• When Wisdom turned around to walk away and decide to not attend
• the interview, she saw Francine Cabello approaching. Her red tube dress was
• more like a uniform of a professional whore than the title of the branch
• manager stated on her name plate by her right chest.
• But before Francine could even open her mouth, she already walked away even when she heard the door open from the interview room and the voice of Francine calling her name.
• Probably Francine was a bit insulted because no matter how simple or
• formal dress Wisdom wears, she is still beautiful and voluptuous whereas
• Francine that no matter how she displays her so-called huge chest have still no
• effect on most men—except to Richard of course. 
• Well, Francine and Richard are both collectors anyway; both have their
• own extra “pets”. Birds with the same feathers flock together after all.
• ***
• “Wisdom?” Terry’s voice became music to her ears.
• She touched his lips, frightening Terry Kale.
• “Wisdom?” He reiterated her name. 
• Without hesitation, she kissed him—pressing her lips sweetly to
• his soft lips.
• She was standing by the threshold of her apartment door. The hallway was quiet. It was only the sound of their kissing that echoed in the place.
• In a heartbeat, she entered his simple apartment room.
• And Terry Kale also entered her.
• ***
• The weather seems to go along with her emotions. The rumbling of
• the thunder made her cower on the inside. She has hated thunder and lightning
• since she was a little girl. Not mentioning the fact that it was also during a
• thunderstorm that her father left her.
• The yellow cab taxis are mostly full, making her a bit irritated and vexatious. She looked at her cheap silver watch that was gifted to her during her sweet sixteenth birthday. It reads two in the afternoon. She just recently danced with Terry Kale at his apartment ten minutes away from where she was standing. Wisdom usually releases her anger in bed—in a bed session to
• be precise. She was oozing with fury and rage. Those two cheaters have conspired again against her. If only she has a genie to grant her a wish, she would ask to have revenge to the two that would sent them directly to the deepest part of hell where cheaters and traitors reside. Yet, fantasy only exists in the phantoms of one’s mind. Reality was always bitter, always hard to contend.
• Her stomach rumbled along with the feral rumbling of the thunder above. The flash of lightning would have sent her shrieking in the midst of this busy road. She’s hungry, tired, frustrated. And most of all, she’s angry.
• Wisdom’s core was swelling due to her lap dance with Terry Kale.
• She should’ve known he was wild in bed. She should’ve told him to slow down a
• bit if not for her rambling thoughts about the job that the billionaire
• offered. Those mere thoughts made her allow Terry to just drill her roughly.
• “Waiting will do no justice to you, Wisdom.”
• There he is again. The billionaire’s voice reverberated in her eardrums.
• “Denver Giordano.” He said as he caressed her flawless skin—a lover’s touch. The billionaire acts as if he’s her lover in the midst of the passing people’s eyes.
• His gray tuxedo was wet due to the drizzle. Wisdom, too, was drenched in wetness courtesy of the crying sky above.
• Denver smelled her, as if a boyfriend just randomly found her girlfriend in the middle of the busy street waiting for a taxi.
• “Stop it! Or else—”
• “Or else what?”
• Their eyes met, debating silently.
• “What do you want?” She bravely asked.
• “Me? It’s you who need help, darling.” Denver said as a person passed by in front of them, making the random guy jerked his head towards their direction then returning his focus to where he was going. That gives the notion that they were just a couple having a ‘love quarrel’ to the public.
• “I have a penthouse in the condo across the street. I bet you need a place to rest and think and shelter from the storm.”
• A lightning flashed again as Denver said it, illuminating his handsome face.
• Without any choice, she gave up and went with him. She nodded and Denver led the way, with his right hand caressing her back as if a lover just leading the way.
• ***
• The condo’s lobby was perhaps the most lavish thing she had seen
• in her life. The swaying chandelier above was gilded in golden foliage, not
• mentioning the fact that the tiles are red marble.
• A fish pond was situated by the side, arching its way like the Amazon River towards the little indoor garden with a rose fountain in the center. This is paradise—and this was just the ground floor of the building.
• “I was just looking for a wife without love attachment; just physical and all in order to appease my mother. A hundred thousand dollars will be on your bank account as soon as you agree with my terms.” Denver finally spoke after five minutes of trekking from across the street towards here.
• The C.E.O. offered her
• his tuxedo suit as her umbrella to refrain her from being wet further. For
• others, it may be a gentleman’s act of kindness. But to her, it was only an
• altruistic action of a man to a woman he wanted in his bed—to be entered by him
• as if it was just a normal job.
• As a form of gratitude, she just replied that she will think about it. It was the safest answer she could think of, to be honest.
• They were waiting by the elevator door when the face of her
• ex-best friend and her former husband was inside the elevator.
• Wisdom Weisz was gaping; flabbergasted. She looked at Denver who acted as if he knew nothing. To Wisdom’s surprise, Richard was looking at Denver’s hand—it was on her back just a few inches away from Wisdom’s well-rounded ass.
• Francine, too, was gaping. Not just in surprise that she was in such a luxurious condominium, but the fact that the C.E.O. of Francine’s company was beside Wisdom—the last woman she could think to be with Denver Giordano.
• Wisdom, on the other hand, will not waste this opportunity for a sweet revenge. So, she said the most unbelievable, indescribable, and unfeigned words that her mind could craft.
• “It’s glad that you’re here Richard, Francine. In that way, I am able to introduce to you my fiancé, Denver Giordano.”
• The eyes of the three people were as wide as the Pacific Ocean. Denver looked at her with incredulity, with unbelievable eyes. But, Denver just smiled—a sweet smile as if a fiancé’s smile to his fiancée.