Once Michael had gone and she was feeling more like herself, Amber picked up the phone and called her mother. Her chest was in a knot and all she could think was, When did this happen? When had he started seeing Priscilla Bauer?
As the phone rang, she resisted an overwhelming urge to bite her nails for comfort like she did when she was a kid. Chewing them had always been one of her favorite things to do when she got upset.
“Hello?” said Julie Holland. Her deep, smoke-rich tone had always comforted Amber.
“Mom,” she said, trying to keep her voice even, “you won’t believe what just happened to me.”
“What happened, honey? What’s wrong?”
“Michael’s cheating.” Amber trembled as she said the words. “With Priscilla Bauer…the granddaughter of Veronica Bauer.”
“Oh, my God.”
“Wha…well…” Julie stuttered. “Are you certain? I mean, how do you know?”
“I saw a text from her right on his phone,” she croaked, “and I immediately confronted him about it and he admitted it. He didn’t even try to deny it.”
“I know. And it gets worse.”
“Worse?” her mom barked. “What can be worse than that?”
“I’ll tell you. He told me that we were finished and he was gonna move out tonight.” Amber heard her mom gasped. “Yeah. He said he’d been planning to tell me, but he’s been waiting for the right time.”
“Oh, my God. Amby. I don’t believe what I’m hearing. Michael? Moving out? Boy, I didn’t see that one coming at all…am I just out of touch?”
“Apparently. Because your ‘prince Michael’ started screwing around on me after all these years.” Amber fought back tears. “Here I am cooking for him—goddamn homemade lasagnas and casseroles by hand—doing his laundry, loving him, fucking him, doing everything you’re supposed to do, to keep your guy happy—and it’s not enough.”
“Amby, don’t fall apart over this,” her mother pleaded. “Just listen to me now. The only way you can make sure this goes away—and I mean make sure—is to make sure it goes away. You wanna know something about men? They just blow in the wind, honey. That’s all they really do. And sometimes we women have to manufacture a wind to blow them in the right direction and make them do right by us.” Julie Holland paused. “You’ll have to dry those tears, sweetheart. You’ll have to get tough and fight to keep your man.”
“Well, I fought today. And it looks like I got through to him; I begged him to change his mind about leaving. He said he’d come back home and we could talk more later…”
“Well, that’s good,” her mother said. “But listen, if he was really serious about leaving—it won’t be enough. You want to start a family right? You’ll have to tell him you’re already pregnant.”
There was silence as Amber processed that. “But, Mom, I’m not pregnant.”
Julie laughed. “Sweetheart—I said to tell him you were. You’re on the pill, right? You’ll have to stop taking them immediately. Get pregnant. Yesterday. You and Michael belong together.”
“I’ll stop taking the pill, but I don’t wanna lie to him about being pregnant, Mom. I don’t want to be one of those girls.”
“Did you or did you not just tell me you had to beg him to stay with you? I’d say that calls for a lie or two, Am. Especially if it’s only a temporary lie.”
Amber was still hesitant. “You really think that’ll work, though? You don’t think he’ll be suspicious? I never flat out lie to Michael, he’ll see right through me.”
“Not if you play it just right. Make yourself believable. You can do it! Besides, once you stop the pill, I’m sure you’ll get pregnant soon enough.” Julie Holland then fell into a hacking jag before she could continue. “Now, just relax,” she croaked, “and work not to lose him, because we both know they don’t sell Michael Frosts on Amazon. You can’t afford to let some other girl get him, Amber—you two have way too much history. So use it to your advantage and blow him back in the right direction.”
“All right,” Amber said, still unsure. “I guess I’ll try it. I’ll find the right time to make it work. This is my life we’re talking about, after all. My life.” And I may even need a plan B.
“Good girl,” said Julie. “Now, let me know what happens when you tell him you’re pregnant.” She chuckled shrewdly. “He’d better hear wedding bells if he knows what’s good for him. We can’t just let him trade you in for a new model, Amby.” She sucked her teeth. “Damn him! I swear men can be such fucking idiots.”
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Book 1 of the Favorite Things Trilogy
What happens when the man you love falls in love with someone else?
Mayfair Island, Florida. Grief-stricken after the sudden loss of her beloved grandmother, an enduring but reclusive Hollywood icon, young Priscilla Bauer finds herself adrift and looking to find solace in the arms of her vast inheritance, when she meets the kind and considerate corporate brand designer, Michael Frost—a drop dead gorgeous beacon of light in her all too dark night.
Falling hard and falling fast, Priscilla has no idea she’s stepped into dangerous territory…Because someone else has already branded Michael Frost her very own—and she has no intention of ever letting him go.
Passions are high, but bitter vengeance gets even higher!
With Raindrops on Roses, the captivating Favorite Things Novella Trilogy—takes flight!