After Divorce, I got the Billionaires sperm

Chapter 5

Jessica POV

It had been a hard month and a bit.

With the constant barrage of phone calls and text messages, my message bank was full of begging. In the end, a lot of abusive language threatened me with anatomically impossible suggestions about what to do to my body or with my body.

I was not ready to see or talk to Sam. Each time I hear his voice, I burst into tears.

But in the end, it was due to Grandpa's strong suggestion.

Who kept saying that I was only hurting myself by listening to his messages?

I blocked his and Tammy's numbers. I was not ready to talk to either of them civilly anyway; the betrayal was too much for me. I did not remove the messages initially, but sent them to the lawyer to keep; we might need them in the future.

Now, with the help of my grandparents, lawyer, and accountant, I sorted out my account and blocked Dad and Sam from accessing my money. I had allowed them to use my trust fund for too long, and it was time to get my life back under control.

I had loved Sam, and my heart shattered with each piece of evidence I was given of his spending. The PI was still busy looking deeper into his life. According to the PI and the accountant, their spending was higher than their income and what they were taking from me, so they must have another source of income that the PI had yet to discover.

Grandpa and Grandma found ways to keep me busy; I was in the throes of taking over Grandpa's business, and Grandma was helping me change my style and get back to the old me again. I had become someone else for a while there, changing to please Sam, and had not even realized I had made those changes. He would hint at what he liked to see me wearing, but now he made me look drab, so Tammy could shine.

A new look was born. I liked what I saw, and now my stomach was almost flat again.

"Why don't you start going out again, find your feet. All work and no play." Grandma was all for me to find a new man; the best way to forget about the old one was to find a new one.

I am unsure how I feel about another man, but with Sam cheating, I did not mind the idea of having a man's body for the night. It had been a while, and Sam refused to be with me that way. His excuse was that I was pregnant, and he did not want to hurt the baby. I know better now, but I thought it was sweet then, and used my hand to relieve my needs and wants.

I am shattered over all the memories of what I had changed to please him.

I thought my marriage was a good one, loving.

I did all I could for him.

Sam would hint at what he wanted, and I made it happen.

But now, with my eyes open, I can see that all the love and tenderness were only from my side. It was all me who tried to make the marriage work. I was content with how things were, and if I had not walked in on what I did, I would still think it was a good marriage, having turned a blind eye to things I did not want to see. That was all on me; I wanted to believe it, so I did.

He only used me for my money and had been with Tammy more than me over those two years.

I was so happy when I found out I was expecting a child. It would have been the only good thing to come out of our time together, but he had to take that away from me, too.

Losing my son has hit me harder than losing my marriage.

Now, I am looking for ways to hurt him as much as he hurt me.

I needed help because I had no clue how to go about it, and I needed to make his life worse.

"Okay, Grandma, I will go to the club with Vicky and see if I can find a man." Vicky and I go way back.

We went to school together and have been close ever since.

She is the office manager of a popular chain of clubs, the one she had been nagging me to go to. She has done well for herself, and I am proud of her. She has made something of herself.

I had resisted going to the club until now, thinking I was a married woman and did not need that scene any longer.

But Vicky nagged me again about how much the club had improved since her boss took it and fixed it up, making it an upper-class club. I can't see how any club is different; it is still a place to get drunk, be silly, and let loose your inhibitions.

She is the office manager for six clubs and loves the work. She said the boss is the best: strict but fair, and best of all, he will take time to listen to his employees. He has an excellent eye for business opportunities, like the VIP section. Vicky said they are booked out weeks in advance, and there are four levels to the VIP grading. The top tier is for the owner, but the other three levels depend on the size of the room.

"You have brought some lovely clothes, go show some off." She almost pushed me up the stairs to my room to change.

"Vicky, what time will you pick me up? Or am I using our driver, so neither of us was driving?" I had placed my phone on speaker and was busy selecting a dress for tonight.

"Your driver. I am almost there. I will leave my car at your place, and we can go dance the night away, and maybe we will both get lucky." She hung up, and I wondered if Grandma had organized Vicky to come here and drag me out if her pleading did not work. I had to love her for trying so hard to make me happy.

In the end, I decided on a soft green maxi dress with a slit up the side, that stopped just above midthigh. It was not too revealing and gave just enough to entice further investigation, or so I had hoped. It made me feel sexy, and that was all I needed to feel, for now.

Just after I dressed and put on some makeup, Vicky walked in. She was also in a green dress and looked stunning.

"Wow," I said in awe of her. We had not been out like this in a very long time, and I had forgotten how great she looked when dressed up.

"You look good. It's about time the woman I know and love came out to play. That drab one you became after you got married was not the real you. Eventually, it would have eaten you alive from the inside. It is good that you found out about Sam. I am sorry about the baby. I am sure you can have more," Vicky said with sadness in her voice. At the mention of my son, I will not get to hold him.

'The doctor said I received a lot of internal damage, and might not be able to have any more children without help," I replied as I put my heels on.

"What do you mean? IVF?" Vicky looked stunned at this news.

'Yes. Do you think they will give a single woman IVF? I need a sperm donor. Do you have any ideas?" I was not worried about raising a child; my grandparents would love to hear the pitter-patter of little feet down the hall again.

'Let's worry about that tomorrow. Come on; I am eager to do it and have fun."

"Vicky, do you still enjoy going to your place of work?" To be honest, I did not get it.

"Of course, it's a great place to unwind. I can take you up to the VIP room, and we can eat and drink up there if you don't want to stay on the ground floor."

"Promise, if I want to stay out but not in the crowd, will you take me upstairs?" I had never been upstairs before, but I had been told it is much more relaxing when you don't want to dance but don't want to go home.

Vicky pulled me through the doors, and complaints from those in the line waiting to get in could be heard, but this was the most fun I had had in a while, and I was looking forward to being out, lost in a sea of unknown faces. She led me to a table, and we sat down. Not long after, a waitress arrived with drinks without me placing an order, and she wiggled her eyebrows and nodded upstairs.

I glanced up, checked each window, and saw him staring down at me.

Our eyes locked, and I felt a tremor go through me. I had no idea who that man was, but he managed to make my panties wet just by his look.

"Who is that?" I asked curiously, wondering why a man would send drinks to the table.

"The boss." Vicky raised her glass in the air to him as a form of salute, and I blushed for some unexplained reason.