Super G

Chapter 2

"Sidney…" He looked down and then met her eyes. "I'm going to marry her. It's the right thing to do. She's having my baby! What can I do but make this right…" He continued, his explanation now falling on deaf ears.

Sidney's heart actually skipped a beat. When something hits you so hard that it halts the beating of your heart, then the pain of it is no different than a physical trauma. That is how badly Sidney hurt as she listened to her fiancée's confession.

Two Months Later

"Take the trip, girl. Don't be stupid." Sheena sipped her Hennessey and coke. It was her second and she was already taking on that bossy tone that Sidney hated. But Sheena was her oldest and basically only friend. They'd been through a lot together—including this break-up. Without her friend she doubted if she could have made it.

Those long nights when she was haunted by thoughts of them together, she would call Sheena in tears and the two would spend hours talking about how trifling he was. Sheena never got tired of dissing the dirt on Wes—but after a while it began to feel as if she wasn't just destroying Wes' character but hers for even being with him.

"He just objectified you for your dark skin and big booty," she had said time and time again. "You weren't anything but his fetish. Thank God you got away from that."

She was probably right. Sidney had done the obligatory ex-girlfriend thing by searching for Tenesha on social media.

Tenesha was pretty—really pretty with a deep mahogany complexion, and a body that was toned yet shapely.

Well Wes obviously had a 'type' and she and Tenesha both met it. It wasn't just the color, Wesley liked bigger women and he liked black culture from African American music to art. He even supported the Black Lives Matter Movement. It was almost like Wes wished that he was black. She still didn't think it was wrong for a man to appreciate her color and her culture but did that make her a fetish?

When she had applied for the receptionist job at a local cosmetic surgery office, it had been far from her dream job. The only perk had been in the reduced priced surgery that all the employees got as a benefit.

Sidney didn't dislike much about herself. She loved her deep dark skin tone. She liked that she was thick and shapely. When she was a teen she had watched YouTube videos with dark skinned and plus sized Influencers that taught her how to boldly amplify her beauty from the correct make-up to wear, to how to walk like a runway model while wearing high heels. When Sidney entered a room she knew she attracted attention and she made sure that she always looked good, from the top of her curled and relaxed hair to the tips of her pedicured toes.

But there was one thing that she didn't like about her looks, and that was her double roll of belly that ruined her otherwise hourglass figure. In her opinion, big girls with a snatched waistline were the sexiest women in the world.

So, on the day that she completed her three-month probation period, Sidney set up an appointment with one of the three surgeons in the office. All were sexy, but Dr. Wesley Salinger was the youngest, and in her opinion the sexiest. He was Scandinavian in appearance with light hair that was whiter than blond. His sky-blue eyes were piercing and direct. Dr. Wesley's good looks made mouths drop and tongues wag, including hers.

He had stared into her dark brown eyes with his uncanny blue ones.

"You are perfect the way you are Sidney—I hope you don't mind me calling you Sidney. You're perfect. You don't need to remove anything. If more women looked like you…" His eyes had then scanned her slowly, up and then down before once again meeting her eyes, "then the entire fashion industry would change. Women with curves would be the standard for beauty—and if you don't mind me saying, so would your beautiful brown skin. But of course, it's entirely your decision. But I would hate to ruin your natural beauty, Sidney."

She had blinked at the young doctor in surprise. A cosmetic surgeon that preferred her natural beauty?

Discreetly, she had asked why none of the obviously thirsty, husband hunting women in the office were trying to make a play for Dr. Wesley even though he was certainly hotter than the other two doctors. One of the male attendants finally explained that he had no interest in any of the women in the office because they weren't brown enough for him. The attendant had given her a knowing look.

It had clicked then.

Sidney felt a fresh wave of loss at what could have been. Maybe it was like Sheena said, and she was caught up in the fact that someone like Wesley was infatuated with her. Not because he was white. She didn't think about his color. After a time, it was easy to forget it. But he was sexy, financially stable, and he looked at her as if she was a goddess.

"I don't want anything from him," Sidney said adamantly while shaking her head.

Sheena scowled and leaned in closer. "This isn't a hand out, Sid. You deserve this trip."

They were sitting in Sheena's favorite spot, a local bar that played good R&B, served strong drinks, and best of all, it was a place where everyone knew Sheena's name.

"You ended up sleeping on my couch for two weeks because you wouldn't stay in the condo after he offered to let you live there rent free until you got up on your feet."

Sidney's chest began to ache. Sheena didn't realize how hurtful her words were. If her best friend couldn't understand why she wouldn't want to live in the home that belonged to the man that had devastated her, then no amount of words could ever explain it.