chapter 3

Martine and Andre seemed to bond over their shared hatred of Sid as they merrily came together each evening. Martine had bought Andre a whole new wardrobe with Sid's credit card and Martine had indulged her appetite with every last bit of take-out she could manage. She hadn't cooked a single meal for herself in weeks. The fact that Sid had thought she was getting a little chubby seemed to make her over-indulgences even more perfect; and when she felt her clothes getting a little snug, it made a great excuse to go shopping for more.

As Martine's business was taking off, she found herself dealing more and more with clients from overseas. She hadn't had to leave the house in a couple of weeks now, communicating with clients exclusively over the phone, by email or conference calls. She noted with irony that she probably could have gone with Sid to China after all. Thank heavens that didn't happen!

'More parcels,' Andre chuckled as he entered the house one afternoon, loaded with goods.

'Ah, phew!' Martine laughed, standing up from her computer. 'Those two pizzas I ate last night have really maxed out my underwear,' she chuckled, pulling the waistband of her large panties back and flicking it for Andre's amusement. 'Plus I saw some very nice... very expensive underwear online I thought would be great!' She took the parcels from Andre who seemed to smile contentedly.

Martine hadn't been lying; she had gained quite a bit of weight in the last few weeks. Now that she knew what an ass Sid really was, she let herself be the gold-digging girl everyone already assumed her to be, ordering whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Martine indulged every materialistic instinct she had ever had, ordering herself gift, after gift. That was why Andre was now looking around at the pig sty that was the living room; littered with packaging, as well as cartons, pizza boxes, empty plates and dirty dishes. It was alright though; Sid's cleaner would be there in less than an hour to sort it all out for her.

'Woah,' he marvelled. 'Looks like you've had fun!' he said, looking around, impressed.

'Never underestimate the fury of a woman scorned!' nodded Martine, looking around at the mess herself. Then she grinned proudly. 'This is mostly from this morning as well!' she boasted. She had tried to make the most of her life as a gold-digger, expecting it to end very soon. She had assumed Sid would return home at least a couple of times during his six-month business trip, where things would inevitably kick-off and Martine would tell him exactly what she thought of him. But so far, all was quiet and her life of indulgence was becoming more appealing with each passing day. Sid would email about once a week and Martine would reply with as little as possible. She'd have it out with Sid properly when he got back.

Martine noticed a significant change in Andre. Where there had once been a brooding, miserable jock, there was now a handsome, smiley friend, just on Martine's doorstep. Andre started to use the gym in the house, as he felt more relaxed being about the place without Sid; plus, it had more equipment than Andre had at his place above the garage; not that Sid ever used them, even when he was home. As such, Martine began to feel less alone, having Andre about the place as she worked.

'Let me put these away for you,' Andre offered, entering the room with a fresh gym sweat on him. Martine was trying to type up a few email but she found it difficult to get comfortable in her chair after her huge lunch. 'Want me to order you anything else in?' he offered, taking a quick glance at her rubbing her stomach uncomfortably.

Martine shook her head, 'I don't think so.' She knew she looked at least seven months pregnant sat like this, all bloated.

'You've not had any pudding though,' noted Andre, rifling through the boxes, plates and cartons, looking for some sign that she had had something sweet.

'No, you're right,' Martine agreed, only just noticing that fact herself. 'But I think I'll be alright at the moment,' she grunted, tugging at the waistband of her pants to better allow her bloated stomach to roll over it.

'What about if I order you something from that waffle place? They're quite slow at delivering. You'll probably be ready for it by then,' reasoned Andre. 'And they're quite expensive,' he finished, to seal the deal.

'Oh go on then!' laughed Martine, thoroughly won over. 'As long as it doesn't spoil my dinner. I was going to order Chinese from a place across town I've not used before.'

'You'll be fine!' dismissed Andre, happily collecting up the last of the plates and heading back out of the room. Martine couldn't help turning her head to get a quick peek of Andre's muscular ass as he left. The slight gym sweat made his tight shorts stick to its shape nicely. Damn that guy was hot! She turned back to her emails, her mind slightly distracted by the thought of the waffle on the way; her mouth already salivating.