“Okay, everyone. Let’s commence the meeting now. Ryza, you may begin your financial report,” Denver declared in a CEO-ish voice.
As he was listening, he texted Wisdom to go shopping.
“Go to a mall, Wisdom. We’ll be attending a lavish party at seven this evening.” Denver then returned his attention to the meeting, to which they discussed the current status of the company.
He noticed that, ever since she had been on his side, his company had been on good terms and became more prosperous.
‘Perhaps she’s my lucky charm then…’ he mused.
***
Denver had called her in the middle of his meeting—and urged her to go to a mall to shop for clothes.
“You must look beautiful, babe because you are Mr. Denver Giordano’s babe.” She could feel the sexiness of his voice. Because of that, something stirred inside her—her sensual desires. Sensual desires for Denver.
Wisdom always prayed for both of them to have their ‘Happily Ever After’, even if she knew that she’s just been hired and paid to be on his side. She’s been constantly graded by him as his hired wife based on her performance. If she did well, he will add a bunch of dollars to her salary. If she didn’t, heaven knows what consequence he’ll give to her.
But with him calling her in the middle of his meeting and with Denver’s sexy voice, Wisdom couldn’t cease screaming in excitement. She even almost shouted when she called her bestfriend, Candice Swanne.
“Candie, you can’t believe what happened!” She said as soon as her bestfriend picked up the call. “Guess what? He urged me to go shopping at the mall to buy lavish clothes!”
“That sounds great, Linnea!” Candice remarked.
Wisdom smiled and wiggled her body in excitement. “Wanna come?”
“Sure. I recently just woke up due to your call. Perhaps I’ll make you an alarm next time, eh?” Candice teasingly said to Wisdom.
“I bet you already have made me a ringtone as well, Candie!”
They both laughed; it was so loud that Wisdom’s neighbor thought she needed to be admitted to a mental hospital.
“Let’s wear red!” Candice suggested.
“Why not, then?”
And so the two best friends rushed to their wardrobe even before either of them could hang up.
“The last one to arrive at the mall will be paying for lunch!” Wisdom suggested.
Since she was torn between choosing crop-top or tube dress, Wisdom was the last one to arrive in the mall—and hence is the one who pays for her and Candice’s lunch at the S&R New York Style Pizza.
***
“It’s been a while since I had a proper shopping trip,” Wisdom stated as she licked a cone of ice cream.
“Is that because Mr. Billionaire bought them for you?” A smirk already flashed on Candice’ face even before Wisdom could answer, “You’re lucky, Linnea. You have a wealthy provider, plus he’s so damn hot!”
Wisdom hushed her bestfriend, reminding her that the walls have ears, and that they are in public. “Someone might hear you, Candie! Besides, being his wife is technically a job…”
Her bestfriend noticed the sorrow in her eyes. “Come on, Wisdom! You really think that “it’s” just a job?”
“What do you mean?” Her eyes widened.
Candice sighed and crossed her hands atop the table. “Men, when they like a woman, will not just buy you clothes and bed you during the night. If a man likes you, he will make time for you, talk to you sweetly, and even call you to make sure you’re alright—just like sweet Denver!”
Wisdom was incredulous. Candice gave her a breathy laugh but she urged her bestfriend to stop as they are in public.
“Relax, Wisdom! Don't worry, I’ll buy you a necklace to match with your dress.” Both ladies smiled. But Wisdom’s was much brighter, wider.
‘And I had a chance with him after all…That I am not just his mere doll.’
The two bestfriend spend the rest of the afternoon by strolling and searching for a gorgeous, glamorous dress for Wisdom Linnea Calvin Weisz.
***
“Red is much more regal looking, Linnea!” Candice insisted.
“But it’s too bright! That’s why I chose cobalt blue that has silver linings along the hem and chest,” Wisdom stated.
“Yeah and it’s pretty much revealing too!” Candice pointed at the dress. “Look at that beauty. You look more like an whore escort than a billionaire’s wife, Wisdom.”
“But I like its simplicity! And besides, when I choose that red, my nipples will be very much visible as it is open in the back!”
“So? Darling, you can just wear a tube bra. The open at the back is not too much compared to the blue one’s cut—and it’s on the breast part!”
Wisdom leaned closer, voice too soft to be heard. “That’s exactly why I chose this. So that Denver will be much a gentleman to me; his eyes will be locked onto me only.”
Her best friend's brows rose, so did hers.
“Wisdom, dearest…” Candice muttered. “Wearing that is just showing to everyone that you are one of his temporary girlfriends. Wearing a sexy and more ‘un-revealing’ one will make people think that “Hmm, this girl probably is serious with Denver Giordano as she chose to wear more ‘closed’ clothes rather than ‘boob-revealing’ ones. She probably just reserved her body to be stared with Mr. Giordano’s eyes only”.”
Wisdom gaped at her best friend's advice. “People will really think of me as his pet and temporary girlfriend?”
“If you wear like his pet—his whore, then people will surely see you as one of those voluptuous women he brought to a party in order to brag to other men. If you wear the blue one, you’re just an escort looking. But if you wear the red one, you present yourself as a woman who shouldn’t be messed up with as the great and terrible Denver Mikhail Giordano is your knight in shining tuxedo.”
She mused and pondered at her bestfriend’s words as the latter also shopped for her own apparel.
Thirty minutes later, they are now on the counter—with Wisdom bringing both the red and the blue dresses.
“I’ll bring the two, in case me and Denver will have a time to have a sizzling night and I will definitely wear the blue one,” she winked at her bestfriend who crossed her arms, unbelievable at her courage to wear and buy such clothings.
“I think Denver will prefer that you wear nothing at all if ever you have that chance to have a sizzling night.” Wisdom giggled, but Candice didn’t yield even a smile. “I’m serious, Wisdom.”
“I know, Candice,” said Wisdom.
“You dare call me by my full name, huh?”
Wisdom crossed her arms, “And you dare call me by my first name, eh?”
They exchanged conversation until they are now heading to the escalator to go home when—
“Ouch!” Candice yelped.
“Watch where you’re going, Miss!” Wisdom scolded the stranger who bumped her bestfriend. It was a woman.
The stranger narrowed her eyes as she inched closer to her. “You’re Wisdom Weisz, aren’t you? The woman who was left by her husband only to be stumbled upon and pitied by my ex-boyfriend…”
Candice’ look, with the stranger’s back facing her, was on the edge of grabbing the woman by her newly-rebonded hair and shove her to the huge biodegradable trash can a few inches from where they are situated.
“I am Dyana Stevens…” She stretched her manicured hands to her, flexing her long dainty fingers. “Denver Giordano’s first love and ex-girlfriend. Until you came along.”
Wisdom just stared at her hand; anger began to simmer inside her.
“As expected, you have no manners, peasant. Too bad your daughter died in the fire while your ex-hubby was banging your best friend.”
That’s it. Wisdom grabbed her by the hair and shoved her down to the escalator. Dyana shrieked and shouted for help. Her high-pitched voice is so annoying that Candice softly punches her by the throat in order to silence her.
While her best friend took care of that bitch, Wisdom panted and gasped for breath. When she jerked her head, Denver was running towards her from the left side. Richard was sprinting at her from the right side. An old-looking man was shouting Dyana’s name who was running towards her as well from the center.
‘Is she Dyana’s sugar daddy?’ Wisdom thought.
Yet, the old man reached her first, grabbing Candice by the arm as her bestfriend was still tackling that whore.
“Get away from my daughter!”
Wisdom almost forgot that she had held her breath when the old man slapped Candice—and almost sent her tumbling down on the escalator if not for her bestfriend’s tight grip by the railings.