Meeting Rich Women And Champions; Worth The Hangover
Day 223 of The Andie Chronicles
I didn't care that my mouth had a thick coating from all the red wine I devoured the night before.
I didn't care that my head pounded and my stomach felt as if it was twisted in a sharp knot. I didn't care if I made a fool of myself coming home, throwing my clothes all over Cooper's hallway until I eventually reached his bedroom.
Naked, no less.
He laughed, and I laughed, and it was the best night ever.
It was for me to use the word ‘best’. Having approached my mid-thirties at the start of this year, I wasn't prone to making such bold assessments about my life. But I felt it as I woke up next to Cooper. I felt content and in control.
“Thank you for introducing me to Sherry. I thought she was simply wonderful.” Every word that left my lips hurt. Damn hangovers, they were manageable in my twenties. Now, it felt as if I were dying.
"Isn't she a peach? I think she's got so much to offer, and people tend to write her off very quickly.”
“But she's worth so much money. How do people write her off?”
“Well, she's had to fight pretty hard to get here. The money didn't come easily. And despite how much she is worth, being a woman isn’t a commodity on her side. Especially one with a history of divorce.”
Ahh, the d-word, I contemplated. The one logo women didn’t want to wear. Divorced women were something to fear, my all-girls education taught me. Worse than being a spinster. You had the man, and then you didn’t.
In school, we used to sit in a circle at lunchtime and tell each other who we would marry and how many kids we wanted. The teachers didn’t stop us. I remember one day in religion class, the teacher made us complete this exercise.
And this was well after Carrie Bradshaw and her gal pals removed the stigmatism behind the thirty-something spinster.
It turns out that no matter how much money you have, you can buy the latest gadgets and the trendiest fashion but can’t buy an up-to-date social conscience.
“So what, a husband can't keep up with her? Why should it change the way people look at her?” And by the way, I knew the answer to this question. As women, no matter what the feminists, the girl power movement told us, we were still screwed.
It was always going to be our fault.
“It's never been right,” quipped Cooper, who didn’t even entertain a chauvinistic point of view. “Especially in the wrestling world, the women barely get any time in the ring. I mean, we're gone of the days of three-minute matches, but it's not like the whole show is dedicated to the women, even if they're better than men.”
“Has Sherry ever wrestled?
“Yes, she has. I'm surprised she didn't tell you about all the championships she won last night.”
“I was going to ask her about that, but I became too engrossed with her New York business stories. And she's told me about all the things she was doing here while she was in Australia. Did you know she's going to the same Sydney expo as Highway and Douglas?”
“I had no idea. But it doesn't surprise me. She is at everything she can be. She's pretty hands-on like that.”
Then, a burning question entered my mind, and I desperately wanted to ask Cooper. Yet, I battled with an assumption; Cooper would assume I was asking to be a gossip and that I was more interested in her money than her and her achievements. It wasn’t one or the other.
Perhaps it was the hangover or a realisation that Cooper wasn’t like the other judgemental people in my life that made me go for it.
“Okay, so how much is Sherry worth?”
“You know the Gallo brothers’ worth? I'd say triple it. Just to be conservative. It’s probably more.”
Cooper sat bolt upright in the bed, his swift movement perpetuating my headache. “Anyway, what time does the game start?”
“I think it's it's at two-something. I don't know the grand final is always the same time every year.”
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
By the way, this all started when Andie turned thirty-five, and her then-boyfriend didn’t call her.
Or the day after that.
Or the day after that, too.
Everything started to unravel when her BFFs got into bed with her ex, too… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
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