Chapter 3- The Best Way To Get Over Someone

Amberleigh spent the next couple hours telling Ebony all about her life in the penthouse. Some details she skimmed over obviously, such as the fact it was actually Cole and Grayson Godwin afflicted with the disease her child could have. But for the most part, she was pretty fucking transparent with her friend about most of it, the way the billionaire had treated her most of her stay with him, and how he was incredible with his dick when he wanted to be. Ebony had wanted all the details alright. She had laughed when Amber described their early Handmaid Tale style intercourse and salivated when she gave her accounts of their later sexual escapades.

Oddly, Amber didn’t find her and Grayson’s love life as hard to recount as she thought it would be.  A majority of it had left much to be fucking desired really. Most of the time in the Godwin’s not so humble abode, he’d treated Amber like a rug he walked over, only noticing her existence when he needed to use her.

 Their relationship was only hot legitimately like for two fucking weeks. Even if it had been glorious, hot, steamy sex and messing around those final fourteen days. But this evening the billionaire had made it crystal clear he no longer had use for her and he hadn’t meant a fucking word he’d whispered in her ear after they fucked. Empty promises and regret were all he ever gave her. Well, that and a child growing inside her, and two hundred and fifty K which her watch had pinged with that bank notification as she told Ebony quite the sordid tale indeed.

Leo was what hurt the most in all this mess. And Ebony was just as interested in those parts of the story. Amberleigh told her all about their flirty banter, their chemistry, seeing the chef buck ass naked in the sauna which was like one of the best nights of her life. Visions of his amazing body had given her pleasant dreams many times over. Or the feel and taste of his luscious lips against hers. That night of the Halloween Masquerade, when Amber had posed as Leo’s girlfriend, that kiss between them was real. It wasn’t just for show. They both had felt something that night which caused Leo to pull away and Grayson to be jealous as fuck. She had even felt something only a couple hours ago when the chef had kissed her goodbye.

Naturally, Ebony asked Amberleigh if she had any nudes of the chef. Not that she would be willing to share them if she did. No, Leo was her private, sacred memories to keep in her head and her heart. She didn’t want to force him to choose between herself and Grayson. That was selfish and unfair of her, even if he didn’t agree with Grayson’s decision to get engaged to Courtney and ditch Amber altogether.

So, it was better for all parties involved if she cut ties with Leo no matter how much it broke her fucking heart to do so. No matter how much she would miss him. Eventually he would forget her, she’d only passed through his life for such a brief time and held no permanent place in it. She didn’t belong in Leo’s world, he deserved far better than her. Grayson on the other hand could burn in hell with his new fiancée by his side. Amber had no desire to ever see his face again.

“You know, with all that fucking dough you just got, we could hire someone to cut off the Godwin’s balls. I know just the man for the job,” suggested Ebony.

Amber gave her friend’s proposal some serious thought for a few seconds. It would be harder for the billionaire to stick his dick in someone else without his balls. She would also be the only one to have his kid, so the monopoly on that shit. But then again, Courtney Van Tessin had already stolen his balls anyway.

 “Tempting as fuck. But I need him intact to collect that child support.”

Ebony took a sip of her cocktail. What a good fucking friend she was as the bitch had ordered one sent to the room, knowing good and well Amber couldn’t partake. At least not until she made a decision to keep the baby or not. The last thing this kid needed was Fetal Alcohol Syndrome on top of everything else.

With all the shit her own mother did, it was a wonder Amber had escaped that fate herself. She had been born addicted to Heroin and spent some time withdrawing in the hospital nursery. A case had been opened up against her mother before Amber was even out of Krystal Dubois’ twat. Her mother’s urine had tested dirty at the hospital triage when she checked in to give birth. And it had been downhill from there, the next six years Amber had the displeasure of her in her mother’s custody.

Yet another concern of hers, that she would be a shit mother. Amber had no idea how to raise a kid as her only examples in life had been less than stellar. And that old myth about woman just having motherly instincts was a fucking lie. She’d known many shit mothers. But no use worrying about that now. It was a long way off anyway and she wasn’t even sure she was keeping the baby. But that cocktail Ebony was sucking down, looked hella good indeed.

“I never said anything about killing him. Just castrating his ass. But if you think that’s too risky, we could hire someone to beat the shit out of his pretty face,” continued Ebony.

“I like the way you think. But no. We do nothing in retaliation against him. At least not for now anyway. But I love your enthusiasm.”

She sighed and sucked down the rest of her cocktail, “Fine. Get yourself fucking cleaned up. Put on a dress that shows some ass cheeks. Some color on those cheeks of yours. You and I have plans tonight.”

“What the fuck are you talking about Ebony? Did you not just hear a word I said? I’m fuckin’ pregnant. I’m bloated as fuck. I’ve thrown up three times today already. My ass is not leaving this damn room.”

Ebony got to her feet, “Like hell you are staying in this fucking room and feeling sorry for yourself. We still got three hours until my shift bitch. The best way to fucking get over someone is to get under someone else.”

Truth be told, her stomach was feeling better. But not that Amber had much desire to go fuck someone right now. She was tired and depressed and had no motivation to even get her ass off the bed, let alone all gussied up to hit The Rainbow Room on the prowl.

“No. Go without me.”

“So, you just gonna let Marcus spread shit about you around the club? He’s been saying you are a washed up has been. You just going to take that fucking lying down? Better yet, call up that sexy chef and have him meet you here. Flashing that fine piece of ass around the club will up your status right away.”

Amber felt very defensive over the chef, “No, leave Leo out of this. I don’t give a fuck about Marcus. He can kiss my ass. I’m just not ready to get back out there just yet.”

“Fuck, he really did a number on your ass. That’s all the more reason to get back out there Amber! Think about what Grayson Godwin is doing right now girl. He’s fucking that Swedish bitch. No time like the present to reclaim what is rightfully yours. Besides, you know how much money you’ll fucking make when you start to show? Lots of men are so into pregnant chicks. You could make a killing just letting them suck your titties for breastmilk.”

Amberleigh scrunched her face up in disgust as it was not a pretty image in her head. Besides, if she kept the baby, she was doubtful she’d still be hanging around The Cobra Club then. This was no place for a baby. And this wasn’t a life she would want for her child. And well, she wouldn’t need to work here after she went after Grayson for child support. It was a good fucking thing DNA didn’t lie.

But Ebony did have a good point though. Perhaps the best way to get back on the horse was just to jump right back up into the saddle. Or better yet, save a horse ride that cowboy. Besides everyone in this fucking club was clean.

Thoughts of Grayson fucking that cunt burned through her brain, embedding deeply and filling her being with a deep, seething anger.

“I’m fuckin’ in. I’ll show them all who’s still the best bitch in this club.”

Her friend laughed, “That’s what I’m talking about bitch. You had me worried for a minute there girl. But you know your pale skinny ass ain’t got shit on me. Let’s find you the perfect dress for the occasion. Show off them growing tits.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, well the queen is fuckin’ back ho. And I’ll be taking my throne back. Thanks for keeping it warm for me though.”

Ebony laughed and made a few more of her usual retorts regarding Amber’s lack of curves in comparison to her own generous ones.  While Ebony was riffling through her closet, Amber made her way to the bathroom to focus on her hair and makeup. She would need a good concealer and some eye drops for fucking sure.  

The billionaire was out getting his and Amberleigh Dubois would go get hers.