Super G

Chapter 3

"And then you up and quit a good paying job," Sheena continued.

Sidney flashed her an angry look. "Now you're the one that's being stupid. What kind of fool would I be to keep working in an office with a man that dumped me for another woman right before my wedding?"

"You'd be a woman that's taking care of her business. Wes even said that he'd give you a raise so that you could get settled."

Sidney turned away from her friend and picked up the long island iced tea that she had been nursing for the last half an hour.

"You know just as well as I do what all that means," she replied after taking a small sip of the liquor that she didn't really want.

"I know what it means," Sheena said. "It means that you'd be getting a little pay back from that w***e that stole your man. It means that he's guilty and knows it and he's doing everything he can to appease his conscious!"

Sidney glanced at Sheena. "It means that I'd be his kept woman, Sheena. I hate Wes. He could never, ever, touch me again," she said bitterly.

Sheena gave her a cryptic smile. "You don't hate him. If you hated him then you wouldn't still be calling me at one a.m. crying your eyes out."

Sidney took a long swig of her spiked beverage. She could have gotten angry at that observation, but she didn't. Real friends weren't afraid to call it as they saw it. "Well…I guess you have a point."

"Take the honeymoon like he offered. It was you that wanted to go to Europe when he wanted to go to the Caribbean. You bought all those fancy clothes-"

"I bought all those fancy clothes for me and my man to enjoy on our honeymoon together." Sidney felt her eyes sting and she had to look away because she knew the tears were building up. But she would be damned if she would continue to cry over a trifling-ass man that didn't want her.

"He's trying to ease his conscious because he knows how dirty he was. Have a last hoorah on his tab. It's already paid for." Sheena raised her hand for the bartender to bring her another drink and Sidney quickly finished hers off and indicated that she wanted another. Sheena gave her a nod of approval. "Besides, if you don't go on the cruise then he might take his w***e on what was supposed to be your honeymoon. You don't want that, do you?"

Sidney shrugged forlornly. "I don't give a damn what he does anymore."

"You're the one that put in the leg work, you chose the hotel in Barcelona, it was you that set up the excursions and selected the perfect honeymoon suite on the ship. Let's face it, girl. When will you ever be able to afford something like this again?"

Sidney flashed her friend an angry look, but Sheena raised her hand in defense. "I'm just keeping it real. That's all I'm doing. You could have been living in a nice condo until you got your s**t together instead of in that fleabag efficiency. You could have stayed working in your old office making beaucoup money instead of doing collections for a bootleg credit card company. And one day you will look back and say, 'I could have gone on a ten day European vacation on the dime of a s**t-head man that I don't even think about anymore.'"

Sidney ran her finger along the rim of her glass. Anger bubbled up inside of her, but she recognized that it was directed at herself more than anyone else. Wesley and Tenesha were moving on with their lives together. She had been the rebound girl and being broke and bitter would not get her any martyrdom points.

The bartender placed a fresh drink in front of her and Sidney took a long drink. "Alright. I'm taking that cruise. I'm going to live it up and when I come back I'm not going to look backwards, only forward."

Sheena whooped and then gave her a quick hug. "That's my girl!"

~Six Months Later~

Sidney stepped out of the Uber dressed as if she had just stepped out of a limo. The driver rushed to retrieve her bags; one thirty-inch burnt orange alligator skin suitcase with matching twenty-eight-inch carryon and a small satchel.

She'd gotten the new luggage when she could afford to spend a month's salary frivolously. She knew that once she stepped into the airport she would look like that woman that had once been a part of a six-figure household instead of the woman that she was now--one that would barely make forty-thousand dollars this year.

Instead of wearing sensible shoes and yoga pants for the flight, Sidney wore heels and a pair of black slacks that stretched in a complimentary manner over her rounded hips. Her sheer blouse hugged her breasts and torso while the matching black jacket snatched her waist, amplifying her hour-glass attributes.

She was flying first class compliments of Wesley's black credit card, and there would be no one sitting next to her compliments of Wesley's stray d**k.

After checking her bags and gliding past security due to the Global Entry status that Wesley had insisted they get, Sidney was soon sitting in the airport lounge having a glass of champagne.

Her heart was beating anxiously. She'd never flown internationally. It was going to be an eleven-hour flight, including transfer. But her seat was going to fold out into some type of bed. Wes had joked about them joining the mile-high club…

She closed her eyes. Stop it Sidney, she chided herself. This is the last time you will think about him. This is your trip; your much-needed vacation from the real world. Just have fun.

She nodded and finished off her glass of champagne and ordered another.

Twelve relatively short hours later Sidney was getting out of a limo in front of her hotel in Barcelona Spain.