Chapter 13: Good Luck

“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.