Bad Decisions Chapter Six: Acceptance of Change

The new Shelly turns people's heads and makes some of them take notice.

Not many people liked the new me, which I knew would happen. The change was hard for people to process, especially for those who didn't know me before I married Jacob. Those who did loved it.

"Up here," I smiled as I looked at the guy before me. "They won't get your drinks, I will."

"Sorry, but they are just so big," the man smiled.

"I know. I carry them around all day," I nodded. "What do you want?"

The new me no longer wore clothes that tried to hide my large chest, or did I try to hide anything about my body, my wide hips, or my big ass. I wore tight jeans and tight, low-cut shirts.

Of course, I always got significant comments that I shouldn't wear that, or I only have big boobs because I was a big woman, but it didn't stop them from staring or even asking for my number.

I left the warehousing job and went full-time at the bar, which was paying off, as since I was there every night, my tips were through the roof.

I flicked my fingers again at the same guy and smiled. "You really have to order," I said.

"Right," he said as he shook his head.

It was like this most nights, especially on the weekends. I made a killing on tips during the sports games. I had invested in some of the local team's shirts and cut a deep V into them so my chest would stick out. It was a massive hit with both men and women.

The most significant turnaround for me was Jacob and Alyssa. A week after our argument, they both arrived at my house without Clayton.

They both apologized for treating me like I was a bad person. Jacob admitted that while I had cheated on him, it didn't give him the right to throw it in my face every chance he got, especially after I apologized and gave him a speedy divorce without fighting him.

I promised to stay out of their way and not talk badly about their relationship. It was the least I could do. So far, I have held my end of the bargain, and so did they.

Clayton was getting excited about having a new kid to play with. I had to tell him it would be a long while before the baby could play with him, and by then, he would be a teenager and might not want to play with it.

It didn't change his mind any.

"So," the young man said as I finally gave him his drink.

"So," I said as I looked at him.

He was a young man who looked like he was probably in his early twenties. He was very good-looking. He had a muscular body, which I guessed he loved to show off due to his tight muscle shirt.

"When do you get out?" he asked.

"Me or them?" I asked.

"I deserved that," he nodded.

"Yes, you did," I smiled. "The three of us get out at two, that might be past your bedtime."