Chapter 7

• Wisdom looked at
• herself in the vanity mirror. Her hair was wet, so was her whole body.
• She then immediately picked up the phone when it rang once.
• “Wisdom?” said the man from the other line.
• “Te-Terry?” Wisdom’s voice was hoarse as she uttered the name of
• the man she once bedded a few days ago.
• “I’m at a hotel near the airport by now…”
• Wisdom waited for Terry to finish.
• “I am flying to Paris in five hours. Perhaps you—”
• “You want to see me?” She’s the one who finished what he’s going
• to say.
• “Yes.” His voice was cold and …sad.
• Wisdom could certainly tell that Terry’s voice was sorrowful; as
• if he was beseeching him to enter her one last time before he permanently
• departs from the country.
• But Wisdom couldn’t tell if it was love or crush or infatuation
• she was feeling for him. She, too, was feeling gloomy—feeling unhappy.
• “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” It was all she said as she
• wrapped her voluptuous body in a white bath towel. Wisdom Linnea Weisz then
• wore a white t-shirt on the upper and a red miniskirt on the lower. She then
• grabbed a trench coat as she drove towards the airport with her hair still
• frankly wet.
• Terry met her at the Chateau by the Air Hotel. The place is just
• located in front of the airport.
• “Terry.”
• “Wisdom.”
• “Uhm…I—Let’s go to my room, shall we?” He invited while extending
• a hand to Wisdom. Terry’s hand then found its way to her back and patted her,
• caressed her.
• As soon as Wisdom entered Terry’s room, she saw that everything
• was tidy now. His things were well packed now and the room was clean as if he
• was now about to check out. It seems that it was the last minute of Terry
• thinking about her; thinking about inviting her to his room, to his bed.
• Wisdom, as if she foresees that they will do it, only wears her
• white t-shirt and red miniskirt. Her gray jacket serves as the only thing
• covering her nipples from being stalked and feasted by the passersby.
• She wasn’t even wearing underwear or a bra.
• “Can I take your jacket?”
• “Of course.”
• Terry’s eyes went wide as soon as Wisdom’s gray jacket left her
• body.
• Her nipples were hard, beckoning for it to be wet with Terry’s
• mouth.
• “As far as I know, your flight is four hours away. We can do it
• in two hours.”
• “Make it one. If two, perhaps I’ll devastate the cave between
• your legs.” Terry’s eyes danced with pleasure.
• “One and a half. My cave was already wet. Not to mention that I
• wasn’t wearing any undergarments.”
• Terry unknowingly opened his mouth in surprise.
• Wisdom inched closer, her brown stiletto heels clicking.
• “Anything at all.”
• She then pushed him to the bed with one hand and then kicked the
• door closed with one foot.
• Wisdom leaped on top of him. Terry could feel her wetness. She’s
• definitely not lying that she was only wearing her white t-shirt and red
• miniskirt.
• He didn’t waste any second and he unleashed the snake from its
• cage. It automatically finds its way onto the wet cave on top of him.
• He pulled and pushed. She rocked back and forth. They danced
• slowly and swiftly on the bed.
• An hour and a half passed, the two were panting. Their skins were
• shimmering by the afternoon sun’s light. They are bare skinned; their only
• apparel were their epidermis.
• “Did you enjoy it?” Wisdom then licked her finger bearing Terry’s
• taste.
• He nodded amidst the fact that he was catching his breath.
• “Indeed.”
• Wisdom turned her body to where Terry was lying on his back.
• “What exactly did you take in Paris?”
• “A bachelor’s degree in Music. Isn’t it obvious?”
• Wisdom shook his head from side to side. “No, I only heard you
• sing once during high school and that was in the bathroom.”
• They both burst into loud laughter. “So you are indeed stalking
• me?”
• She shrugged. “I didn't have a hobby back then. Perhaps my hobby
• is comparing and finding angelic voices to refer to talent managers.”
• A  smile was on Wisdom’s beautiful face. Her lips were now
• on Terry’s.
• “Why did you marry Richard? You already knew what he was since
• high school.” Terry’s voice was masculine as ever.
• She sighed and averted her face away and into the rain-covered
• windows. “We all make mistakes. I guess that I should be more aware and careful
• and…less pitiful. You see, I was dragged by Richard’s i-will-never-leave-you
• and i-love-you-to-the-moon-and-back.”
• The lad nodded. His hands are now entwined at Wisdom’s.
• “You know this is not romantic love that we shared. This,” His gaze drew
• to the bed they were on.”
• “I know…”
• Terry gaped.
• “I know. And I am thankful that, at least, you were there for me.
• This may not be the romantic love that every girl has been wishing for but I
• like this kind of love that I have with you.”
• He smiled. Even he doesn’t know what it is between them. All he
• knew that this is composed of an infinite cycle of kisses, sex, hugs, and
• how-are-you. Nothing more, nothing less.
• “I actually have something to ask about, to ask your words of
• counsel…”
• Terry straightened his back and released his hand that was
• entwined with the woman in front of her.
• “I was offered a peculiar lavish job.” She paused before
• sighing. 
• “A wife, to be his wife…to be his hired wife.”
• He was astonished yet again. “By whom?”
• “Denver Giordano.”
• “The billionaire?”
• A simple nod was her answer.
• “Then you should accept it. I mean, at least he’s much more
• decent than your former Richard. I heard he’s kind of arrogant but good at
• women.”
• “Good?”
• “Well, others say he’s the ‘best’…”
• Wisdom lay down at Terry’s lap with her two hands as her pillow.
• “Aside from the fact that you’re on the brink of financial
• crisis, you should accept it. Rarely do kings ask a lady-in-waiting as their
• bride. As far as I remember, it is only King Henry VIII who has done that,” a
• wicked grin was on Terry’s young face.
• “But being a lady-in-waiting has a requirement of possessing a
• beautiful face, an exquisite beauty.”
• “Exactly, Wisdom.”
• She rose with sparkling, incredulous eyes.
• “You’re beautiful. And if I, in an alternate world, am a
• billionaire, I will certainly hire you as my hired wife as well—with or without
• emotions.”
• The alarm on his phone rang at last. “I better go.”
• “You should.”
• She watched him button his polo shirt before saying, “Thank you,
• Terry. For the advice and your you-know-what this afternoon.”
• Delight danced in his eyes. “It is always my pleasure, Lady
• Wisdom Linnea.”
• “Good luck, Terry.”
• “Good luck, Linnea.”
• They kissed for the last time. It was soft, friendly, and
• not-so-romantic. 
• Wisdom honestly doesn't know what she and Terry are. And she doesn’t
• give a damn about it anyway. They may be ‘unlabeled’ lovers or partners in bed
• or friends with benefits, she didn’t know.
• But one thing’s for sure for Wisdom Linnea Weisz, he is much more
• manly than Richard Weisz but not as hot and arrogant as Denver Giordano.