Sure, it wasn’t our third wedding anniversary. We’d been dating for three years but we still were not engaged. And we’d been living in the same apartment for the last year. But marriage was one of the subjects that Jeffrey refused to talk about. Every time I tried to bring it up, he would frown and wave his hands in front of his face.
Well, like I was starting to say before, a few months ago I happened to see Jeffrey’s phone sitting on the couch. I didn’t think much of it at first. But then it started beeping, non-stop. Someone was clearly sending him lots of texts. I thought that maybe it was a family member or something. His mother had recently spent a couple weeks in the hospital. And the first thought I had was that something might have happened to her. So when I went to pick up the phone I was not snooping on him. But what I saw were definitely not texts from anyone in his family.
There were texts from a Jessica, a Mandy, and a Chloe. My heart sank when I saw those names. I had to find out who these girls were and why they were talking to him. The first few messages sent waves of jealousy flooding through my body. They were some very suggestive texts sent back and forth, but before I had time to scroll through all of the messages and really get a feel for the nature of the relationship, I heard the front door opening.
For a moment my body froze. My mind went blank. I had no idea what to do. I considered running. I considered throwing the phone across the room. But all I did was stand there while the door opened. Yet before it opened all the way and Jeffrey burst back into the apartment, I dropped the phone on the couch in the exact place where I had picked it up.
Jeffrey rushed into the apartment without saying anything to me and nearly knocked me out of the way as he went straight for his phone. He didn’t even look at the screen. He stuffed it straight in his pocket and turned to head out again. I thought that was really weird. He never acted like that. So I decided to call after him.
“Hey Jeffrey, is everything all right?”
He turned around slowly and glared at me. Then he sighed and lowered his eyes. I walked towards him and put my arms around him and once again asked him if everything was all right. He sighed again before raising his eyes to meet mine. I grew really worried that something was wrong. Maybe those texts, at least some of them, did have to do with his mother.
“It’s Mom,” he said burying his head in my shoulder. “She has to go back to the hospital for more tests. The bills just keep adding up.”
I ran my fingers through his hair and tried to comfort him as best I could. Then I wiped away a few tears that had begun to form his beautiful, light green eyes.
For the next hour we’d stayed on the couch, talking and crying. By the end of the day I had completely forgotten about the female names I’d found on his phone and the sexually suggestive texts that I had seen.
But now all these months later, those memories were coming back. And I felt as if all of mind and body were being taken over by thoughts of jealousy.
Cody
Cody looked out of the coffee shop window on to the busy East Village Street. Everything was such a blur to him. He had only rolled into town a few days ago and he knew that it would probably take him a while to get acclimatized to this place. He had come from all the way across the country. He’d spent part of his life in Colorado and the rest in New Mexico. He had the wild western spirit. And that’s what people loved about him. But it certainly wasn’t the only thing. And no matter what town he found himself in or what town he was being run out of, either by the police or jealous husbands and boyfriends, there was always a woman for Cody Daniels. He had the kind of swagger that made women melt.
He was the bad boy that so many women dream about. But this guy was the real tune. And you could tell by the cold gleam in his beautiful green eyes. He had a chilled, masculine jaw that always had a few days stubble on it.
But for all his tough guy looks and ways, Cody felt very out of place in New York City. He was here on business or something like that. He was used to doing dangerous, semi-legal, and sometimes downright illegal things. But the Southwest was his region. He loved the wide-open spaces. He loved the desert roads. And he embodied that true western frontier spirit. He was coming up on his twenty-eighth birthday and he showing no signs of slowing down. He could never imagine having to settle down and start a family. He couldn’t believe that other men actually worked really hard just for the privilege of leading such a boring life.
Nope. That sort of life would never be for Cody. He would be on the open road for his entire life.
The waitress brought his plate to the table. “Here’s your coffee. Milk with two sugars. And here is the bacon, home fries, and French toast”, The middle-aged woman with brown eyes looked Cody up and down.
It had probably been a long time since she’d gotten with a stud that young. And she seemed to be imagining all of the things that they could do together. Cody knew that the woman was checking him out. But he had grown plenty used to that over the years. Women, young and old, couldn’t help but stare and continue to stare as their minds drifted off into fantasyland. But no girl had been able to win his heart, to really make him want to settle down.
The waitress eventually walked away from the table, but she had a big grin on her face and a twinkle in her eye. Cody had been on his bike all night and he hadn’t bothered to stop. Or rather he might have been afraid that if he stopped he would end up turning back. This city was just so damn big. He knew that he would never be comfortable in a place like this. There were just too many people.
After Cody finished eating, he swigged the last bit of coffee, and went outside for smoke. He felt a little better now as the city moved all around him. Nobody seemed to make eye contact. They were either staring straight ahead or looking at their phones and iPods. He wondered how people got to meet each other in a place like this.
But then two police cars passed and he snapped back to the present moment. He remembered that he hadn’t come all the way across on his hog to go sight-seeing. He had a job to do. And when he did it successfully there would probably be more work for him down the coast, maybe even going up into Canada. This was a new phase of his life. He was finally being trusted with doing work a long way from home. After he smoked his cigarette, Cody got on his hog and revved the engine. He didn’t look forward to riding through all that city traffic. But he would deal with it one way or another. He had heard some crazy stories about drivers in New York being really aggressive to bikers. That had made him laugh at the time. He figured that if he could handle some of the assholes driving on the highways of California, then he could handle aggressive drivers anywhere.
He rode through the midtown traffic and made it back to the hotel he was staying at. It was downtown and a five star hotel. And his grimy biker appearance definitely raised some eyebrows. But he didn’t pay any attention to that. He didn’t really care where he stayed. It was the people he worked for who had booked the hotel for him. He was just interested in following instructions and being paid. If they wanted him to stay in a fancy hotel, then so be it. There had been plenty of times in the past where they hadn’t made any lodging arrangements for him. But he wasn’t a guy to spend a lot of time in hotel rooms, so after he had taken a nap and showered he decided to go back out.
He’d heard that the East Village was the place to meet cool, young people on the weekends. So he fired up the hog and headed down there. He loved the looks of appreciation and desire that he got from the New York women. Maybe this place ain’t so bad after all, he thought. He smiled and powered the bike through traffic. He felt like a king on the bike and he looked like one as well, the alpha male king. He threw his head back and screamed into the wind. Several women stopped on the sidewalk, pointed towards him, and began giggling.
Chapter 2
Michelle
After about an hour of non-stop texting and calling, Jeffrey finally decided to get in touch with me. He was in a loud place; probably a bar, and I could barely understand what he was saying. But basical
ly he said he was really sorry for having screwed up and he was going to make it up to me. All I could think about was what I would have done if he were there in the room with me. I felt like strangling him. I couldn’t believe that he had ruined our anniversary. And on top of that he had given me such a lame excuse. I had a very strong feeling that he was lying to me.
But I didn’t know what to do. If I accused him of cheating he would probably act very defensive, whether he was guilty or not. I felt so sick to my stomach. All I wanted to do was lay on the floor crying. Instead of doing that, I sent him a stream of angry texts telling him how much of a jerk he was. And how he wouldn’t be getting sex from me for a long time. I meant all those things when I said them. And then I had the strong urge to throw my phone across the room and watch it smash into little pieces. I had never felt so insulted by someone I cared about.
I poured myself a glass of white wine and sat down on the couch. I couldn’t even bring myself to turn on the TV. I just sat there staring at the blank screen. What was my life coming to? Why had I decided to come to New York City in the first place? Maybe I would have been better off staying out west. I felt tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I didn’t want to be on my couch, crying and feeling sorry for myself. But I really had no idea what else I was supposed to do in this sort of situation. I sent off a few texts to my friends to let them know what this asshole had put me through. But I guess they had their own Friday night problems, because they didn’t seem like they were in any hurry to respond to me.
I took my glass of wine over to the window and sat down on the edge. The scene down on the street below was so vibrant and alive. It seemed silly to stay in my apartment on a night like this. The loud sound of a motorcycle almost made me drop my drink and it definitely snapped me back to the present moment. The bike came to a stop at a traffic light right in front of my window. The engine made a few loud sounds, thunderous sounds that made my whole body shake. I began to wonder what it must have felt like to ride around on that thing all day. And suddenly my mind began to wander again and I thought about all of the things that might have been missing in my life. Yes, I had this wonderful apartment in one of the hippest neighborhoods in one of the hippest cities, but I still felt like something was missing. And after being stood up by Jeffrey, I felt even stronger about it.
I was hoping that the guy on the bike would turn and look at me. I wanted to stare at his face, gaze into his eyes. What was his life like? How would my life be different if I went on the run with him? But he didn’t turn and look at me. When the light turned green, he zoomed off.
I drank a few glasses of wine and walked around the apartment listening to sad love songs. I was actually starting to feel better. I was slowly putting the disappointment of the night behind me. But then I heard a key opening the front door and all of the bitterness and anger came flooding back to me. It was Jeffrey. Two hours after our dinner reservation this asshole decides to come home.
I crossed my arms against my chest and kept my eyes locked on the door. When he opened it, he had a big, stupid grin on his face. That was his “I fucked up please don’t hit me Mommy” face. It made me absolutely sick. I wanted to throw my phone right at his stupid head. But somehow I managed to contain myself.
His tie was undone and the top three buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned. He had clearly been drinking. He walked towards me with that same stupid grin on his face and his arms held out wide. He really thought that he was going to be able to sweet talk his way out of this. There was no way that was going to happen.
He wrapped his arms around me in the middle of the apartment and I just stood there with my arms crossed against my chest. Not only had he been drinking whiskey and beer. But he had also been smoking. He reeked of cigarette smoke. That pissed me off even more. He knew how much I hated cigarette smoke. And he had promised me months ago that he had quit forever. I wondered what other things he was doing behind my back.
“C’mon baby, what’s wrong,” he said. I was doing my best to keep from screaming. I didn’t want to make a scene. The walls in our apartment building were notoriously thin. If I raised my voice, everyone was sure to hear it. I didn’t want to end the night with the police beating on the door. Things had already gone bad enough.
I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. I sighed and pushed him away from me.
“You know exactly what’s wrong,” I said. “You really fucked up this time.”
That knocked the smile off his face. He lowered his eyes and shook his head.
“I know baby, I’m really sorry. It’s just that things have been really stressful at work, and I needed a release.”
“It was our anniversary!” I screamed.
He backed up. It was beginning to dawn on him just how pissed I was.
Cody
Cody rode his hog through the Manhattan streets until the sun began to go down. He needed something to eat and he was definitely in the mood for something to drink. A few shots of whiskey and some beers were just what he needed. The lights and energy of the lower east side swirled around him. Everywhere he turned he saw attractive women in funky clothing with all sorts of piercings and tattoos. He didn’t really think these kids were bad ass or anything like that. They were just copying styles that they had seen guys like him wearing, or that they thought guys like him wore. But he didn’t feel like spending much time worrying about that. He felt a lot more comfortable here than he had felt in Midtown. He parked the hog and took a look around.
His body tingled with electric energy. There was something in these streets that he hadn’t noticed before. Everyone seemed so alive and happy. The only thing that bothered him a little bit was the humidity and the smells. He had no idea that it could get this hot and muggy in New York. He was in desperate need of something to quench his thirst and a nice young lady or two who would give him the opportunity to strip out of his clothes. But he knew that once he started really drinking he wouldn’t be worrying about the heat any more.
The smells hadn’t caught him completely by surprise. Big cities could stink like this when the weather got really hot. He knew that from having spent a lot of time in LA. But this New York stench was much stronger than any city stench he had ever encountered.
But this wasn’t the time to worry. He had a night to enjoy himself and he was going to take it. Tomorrow he would have to make a series of pickups and drop-offs and he would really have to focus and take care of everything in a very professional manner. Tonight was the night for him to experience some fun and maybe even some sex in a far off place. He wanted to return to the west with plenty of stories to tell.
A group of giggling girls in short skirts passed him walking arm in arm. Cody’s eyes lingered on the girls’ supple pale flesh. He could feel his dick getting hard in his pants. He reached down and squeezed. He could feel every part of his body crying out for pleasure, crying out for communion with another body. “Damn,” he said to himself under his breath. “My cock is so damn hard”. He’d been riding for days and days and he hadn’t taken any time to masturbate while on the road. And he hadn’t stayed in any place long enough to really dig his claws into any girls. And dig his claws was exactly what he did. And it usually only took him a few days. But on this journey he hadn’t had that much time. The people who hired him had told him to get across the country ASAP. No long stops. They would be monitoring his progress along the route. Cody wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. But he knew better than to spend time asking a lot of questions. He’d hopped on the hog and headed cross-country.
They made it seem like there was a real urgent need that he get out here. But he hadn’t received any calls from his employers since he’d arrived in Manhattan. He was beginning to worry that maybe he had done something wrong.
“Ahhhh”, a girl screeched close to Cody’s ear. Then he felt several bodies bumping into him. It was a group of three girls. They had all fallen to the concrete. There were two drunken guys standing over them swaying back and forth,
side to side, with wild looking expressions on their faces. Cody immediately assessed the situation. He was no stranger to conflict. And he was no stranger to street fights. If he had to fight these guys, he gladly would. Besides, he seemed much more muscular and imposing than either of them.
“Are you girls all right?” Cody said, helping the girls back to their feet one at a time. When all three of them were back standing up on their sexy heels, Cody took a good look at them. Blondes and brunettes, they were skinny with lots of makeup. Cody felt his cock getting hard in his pants. Once again he couldn’t resist squeezing the hard bugle. One of the girls he had helped up, a blonde with pretty blue eyes, could see that he checking all of them out. She smiled and licked her lips. Apparently, she was enjoying all of the attention.
“Yes, we’re okay,” the blond girl said to Cody, her eyes twinkling with lust. Her eyes roved up and down the bad boy biker’s sexy body. She stopped and lingered when she got to the crotch area. She seemed impressed.
“Who the fuck are you, man?” One of the drunken guys said to Cody.
The blond girl put her hand on Cody’s arm.
He turned to look at her, “You know these guys?” He asked.
“Not really,” she said. “We had a few drinks with them and I guess they thought they were going to get something out of us.”
Cody took in all of the girl’s words. He also kept his eyes locked on the two guys who didn’t seem to know what to do next.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind getting something else out of you,” Cody said with a wicked smile. He didn’t need to say any more. The girl seemed to know exactly what he was talking about. She slipped her arm inside of his and they began walking down the street. All the two drunken guys could do was stare as Cody walked off with one of their girls. The girl's two hot friends didn’t spend much more time standing around. They hurried down the block to catch up to Cody and their blond friend.
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