The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 87: Plenty of fish in the sea

Chapter 87: Plenty of fish in the sea

"Well, that was awkward."

"Do you think it is?" Fil panicked, jumping on her bed with her phone in her hand. "Jack, did I screw things up?"

"You’ll screw it up if you let him kiss you," Jackson, who was on the other end of the line, remarked sarcastically. "Should we write up a contract about this affair we have?"

She frowned. "Sure. As long as you agree with my terms."

"And that is?"

"My body, my rules."

There was a long silence in the line as Jackson didn’t respond. Fil huffed and jumped out of bed, marching outside to get herself a glass of wine.

"You said it," she spoke after a long moment of silence, pausing by the kitchen counter. "Men like challenge. If they were challenged, they would do everything to prove they can do it."

"Hah." Jackson rocked his head.

"Vincent and Marcus are competitive in nature. Matter of fact, all of them — except Michael, I guess." Fil kept her phone between her shoulder and cheeks while pouring herself a glass. "Vincent lasted this long without ever touching me. The closest he got is a kiss on the cheek and holding hands."

"That damn bastard..."

"You bed me." Fil paused, rolling her eyes. "Why do those little things annoy you?"

"Honey, I’m competitive in nature too."

"Too bad you didn’t appear to me twenty years ago."

"If only I knew you were in there, I would’ve."

She chuckled, closing the lid back on, and then held her phone properly. "And then, twenty years later, you are the one in Vincent’s shoes."

Another wave of silence followed suit. Fil smiled subtly, taking a sip from the wineglass. She propped her back against the kitchen counter, placing her phone down after putting it on speaker mode.

"Back to the topic. I’m still unsure if he will take the bait," she remarked, swirling the wine in front of her. "Do you think Marcus will beat Vincent’s twenty years of abstinence? Let’s pretend he hadn’t been fooling around behind my back since I don’t know when he started relieving himself with another woman’s help."

"You’re unsure, you say, yet you got some expectations."

She smirked. "Of course. This is like creating a design, you know? At first, it’s all just an idea until you start working on it. The more you do, the easier it gets and the clearer this idea forms."

"So?" His voice oozed with interest. "What do you think he will do? Do you believe he will beat twenty years?"

"No." Her smirk stretched. "He will ask my hand as soon as he gets the chance."

Jackson didn’t speak immediately. "Do you want to hear something nonsense?"

"I just said one," she quipped, chuckling. But after a few seconds, her smile faded and her tone changed into a less playful one. "Jack, despite the present, I believed Vincent loved me. Maybe he still does."

"Is that another nonsense? Was I supposed to laugh now?"

"No, I’m serious." She took a deep breath and smacked her lips. "I kept wondering why Vincent had been delaying our wedding. After some time, I realized it wasn’t because he wanted to back out."

"He delays it because he still wants to enjoy his bachelor status as long as he can."

"That’s right."

"Heh. Humans."

"Tss. Your looks may appear heavenly, but you’re also a human," she argued mildly. "My point is that Marcus is different from Vincent. I mean, he’s another variant of trash."

"Sweetheart, the three types of garbage disposal are enough to confuse me," Jackson replied with indifference. "But let’s hear it."

Fil paused as she pondered about her observations so far. "Marcus will go far and beyond to get what he wants."

"As far as marrying you?"

"And divorcing me the next day."

"I say he’s an interesting type of crap."

"Or when he’s done and fed up with his games." Fil pressed her lips, thinking deeply about it. "He needs to fall in love with me."

"Love? As in...?"

"As in love — the kind that he would want to change even though he knew he couldn’t. The love that would hurt like no other." She smiled. "Should I call him tonight?"

"Why would you? Aren’t you the grieving ex-girlfriend?"

"Right." She nodded. "You’re right. I shouldn’t do anything for now."

"Give them some time to think about it."

"Some time... how long?"

"Until one of them gives in."

"Huh?"

"Sweetheart, why don’t we go fishing?"

"Jack."

"People say there are many fish in the sea, but never let a good one swim away," Jackson insinuated. "What do you think they’d do if they saw a mermaid swim away to a different ocean with another smaller fish?"

Her brows rose as she processed his statements. After a second, the smile on her face returned, nodding in understanding.

"I can imagine you smiling," he humored. "Where’s my thanks?"

"Thank you, Jackson."

"Hmm. That’s it?"

"What else do you want me to do? Fly across the globe just to thank you?"

"Why not?"

"I can’t." Fil pushed herself away from the kitchen counter, taking the wineglass and the phone to the living room. "I have work."

"Right. Strong independent woman."

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"None."

"Good." She giggled, only to furrow her brows after a while. "Uhm, Jack?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Why are you on the phone?"

"I’ve been on the phone for almost twenty minutes and you’re just asking that now?"

"Aren’t you supposed in a meeting?" she asked, realizing Jackson shouldn’t be on the phone now. As far as she remembered, Jackson messaged her about being in a meeting. But then she replied, and he called. She answered out of instinct, but now that she thought about it, she never asked if he should be on the phone at the moment.

"I am."

"You are in the meeting?"

"Yes, sweetheart." Jackson grinned from ear to ear until his teeth were fully displayed. "As a matter of fact, my phone is connected to the conference’s speaker."

"What?"

"Easy. Everyone’s entertained, so don’t worry."

Fil opened and closed her mouth, barely forcing her voice out. "You’re kidding, right?"

"Haha! Of course, I am."

"Goodness."

"The meeting is delayed — emergency," he explained indifferently. "But it’ll start soon."

"Alright." Fil nodded with a smile. "Then I won’t bother you for now."

"Fine."

"Goodnight, Jack."

"Goodnight, my dearest Filomena. Dream of me."

Fil let out a playful hiss before ending the call. She glanced at her phone, chuckling, shaking her head. She then tossed the phone to the coffee table, leaning back with the wine still in her hand.

"There are plenty of fishes in the sea, huh?" she whispered, smirking. "But do you know what else’s in it? Trash. I don’t need an innocent fish when I could just pick up another trash floating in the ocean."

"When did Anton say he needed to film his music video?" she narrowed her eyes, rummaging through her memories to remember the details of Anton’s music video.

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