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.