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  He looked to his left and raised his arm in the air, preparing to give a high-five.

  That’s what he and his father used to do. But this time, he stood there with his arm frozen in the air. What a horrendous feeling. He wouldn’t have wished it on anyone.

  The images of his father, Big Daddy Daniels, came flooding back to him. Big Daddy was always trying to tell him which women to look out for and which ones to trust. He never had a problem finding something attractive about a woman. He had a very eclectic palate, which he ended up passing on to his son who also had a very open mind when it came to the women that he pursued.

  After his father’s death, Austin had really lost his way. He’d always been a bit reckless, a wild child, bad boy. He’d always been the type of guy who didn't give a damn about whether or not he pushed the envelope. The envelope be damned! Rules weren’t for him, especially the kind that tried to attach some sort of morality to the way a man conducted himself in his private life, in particular when it came to the ladies. Male journalists seemed to take a particular pleasure in exposing the juicy details of his sex life.

  Whenever he went out, even if just for a coffee at Starbucks, it seemed like there was an army of paparazzi tailing him, some hanging close to his bumper or pulling up alongside him, making it clear that they were following him, even taunting him, trying to get a response, something impulsive and irrational, something that would grab the headlines.

  After he led Texas to victory in the national championship game, he was America's darling. The tough, rugged bad boy who'd managed to win in the end. There’d been so many people rooting against him, hoping that he would fall flat on his arrogant face.

  But there were many more people who wanted him to succeed and stick it to all the uptight people in the media, those people that didn’t know how to let their hair down and have fun, those, weak skinny, beta males who seethed with jealousy when they saw the 6 foot five, green eyed quarterback, who could make all the throws, especially the deep ones. Nobody went deeper than Austin.

  Chapter 2

  Nicole couldn’t believe that he’d screwed this us up. It was supposed to be their anniversary night. They’d been planning on going out to her favorite Chinese restaurant for weeks. She’d been calling and texting Jeffrey for the past forty-five minutes but he still hadn’t responded. She was starting to get worried that maybe something had happened to him. But that was just too horrific for her to spend a lot of time thinking about. The thought that something could have happened to him on their third anniversary was too much for her to handle. It was the kind of horrible thing that you would hear on the news. It was the kind of horrible thing that happened to other people. The kind of thing that you thought you were immune to.

  But as she paced around their apartment in her new black dress and heels, her mind began to go in even darker directions. Pangs of jealousy began to well up in her body. For a moment her head became dizzy and she needed to lean up against the wall to keep from falling over. Several months ago she’d seen Jeffrey’s phone lying on the couch. It was weird to see his phone just sitting there like that. She’d only ever seen it in his hand. He never left it out. And it wasn’t something that she paid that much attention to. They were always together unless we were working.

  She would have preferred to spend these moments of freedom traveling the country or maybe even the world. But when she had brought the idea up to Jeffrey but he quickly shot it down. There was too much work to be done at the firm. He couldn’t afford to take a week off for some meaningless vacation. There would be plenty of time for travelling once they had really established themselves in their careers.

  It had really hurt her when he said that line about a meaningless vacation. What could possibly be meaningless about it, if they were spending time together? And that’s when she started to question the point of being in a relationship if they couldn’t even spend time together. And especially on the night that he knew was really important to her.

  Sure, it wasn’t their third wedding anniversary. They’d been dating for three years but they still were not engaged. And they’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 she tried to bring it up, he would frown and wave his hands in front of his face.

  A few months ago she happened to see Jeffrey’s phone sitting on the couch. She didn’t think much of it at first. But then it started beeping, non-stop. Someone was clearly sending him lots of texts. She 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 she had was that something might have happened to her. So when she went to pick up the phone she was not snooping on him. But what she saw were definitely not texts from anyone in his family.

  There were texts from a Jessica, a Mandy, and a Chloe. Her heart sank when she saw those names. She had to find out who those girls were and why they were talking to him. The first few messages sent waves of jealousy flooding through her body. There were some very suggestive texts sent back and forth, but before she had time to scroll through all of the messages and really get a feel for the nature of the relationship, she heard the front door opening.

  For a moment her body froze. Her mind went blank. She had no idea what to do. She considered running. She considered throwing the phone across the room. But all she did was stand there while the door opened and Jeffrey burst back into the apartment. She dropped the phone on the couch in the exact place where she had picked it up.

  Jeffrey rushed into the apartment without saying anything to her and nearly knocked her 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. She thought that was really weird. He never acted like that. So she decided to call after him.

  “Hey Jeffrey, is everything all right?”

  He turned around slowly and glared at her. Then he sighed and lowered his eyes. She walked towards him and put her arms around him and once again asked him if everything was all right. He sighed again before raising his eyes to meet hers. She 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 her shoulder. “She has to go back to the hospital for more tests. The bills just keep adding up.”

  She ran my fingers through his hair and tried to comfort him as best she could. Then she wiped away a few tears that had begun to form in his beautiful, light green eyes.

  For the next hour they’d stayed on the couch, talking and crying. By the end of the day she had completely forgotten about the female names she’d found on his phone and the sexually suggestive texts that she’d seen.

  But now all these months later, those memories were coming back. And she felt as if all of her mind and body were being taken over by thoughts of jealousy.

  Chapter 3

  Austin woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of his phone beeping. He felt certain that it was Tanya. About damn time, he said to himself. When he picked up the phone, he grunted in disappointment. There were several new email messages sent to him by Nicole the wedding planner. Each one of them showed purchases that Tanya had requested that Nicole make for the wedding.

  Austin blinked several times as he stared at the astronomical bills. She’d paid more than 40,000 for a floral arrangement. and almost 65,000 for some kind of artisan silverware.

  What the fuck! His mind was made up. There was no way that he was going through with this wedding. He didn’t love Tanya. Never had. And it was very unlikely that she loved him. The whole thing was such a farce.

  He hopped out of bed and paced around his room. It was a tough decision. But it was one that he had to make.

  He called the wedding planner and let her know that the whole charade was being called off. There was a long silence as Austin waited for her to respond.

  Even tho
ugh the wedding was canceled, the bachelor party was still held at a discrete Las Vegas strip club. Normally, Austin loved taking those sorts of trips with his friends. It was a chance to bond away from the field and the practice facility, a chance to just be regular guys.

  But during this trip, he was clearly out of it.

  “You're single again,” Brian, a big, burly offense lineman said. “Just like I predicted.

  He burst out laughing and so did the other three guys sitting at the table. Lights swirled around them. Waitresses in skimpy ass showing shorts, tight titty popping tops, sauntered around providing bottle service. Leggy blondes with big boobs and tattoos worked their way up, then slid down golden poles.

  “Some of the guys thought that you would go through with it,” Brian said. “Sometimes it's too easy to take people's money.”

  Austin raised his head and stared directly at the big, bear of a man.

  “What?” He said, a look at confusing confusion etched on his face.

  What Brian told him nearly made his head explode. A few the guys on the team had bet about whether or not he would be able to go to through with the marriage to Tanya. Brian was the only one that had been able to see the sham engagement. He ended up winning around $40,000.

  “That's fucked up,” Austin said. “If you weren’t already so ugly I would consider bashing your face in.”

  Brian chuckled and put his arm around Austin's shoulder.

  “It was just a friendly wager,” Bryant said. “No offense meant.”

  “Is that so?” Brian asked.

  “Yes, it is. And to prove I’m going to give you a chance to win some money from me.”

  “How much?” Austin asked.

  “Hold on a second. Let me tell you what I want you to do first.”

  While Austin listened, he closed his eyes and shook his head. This was so ridiculous! Brian wanted him to travel across the country, track down the cute wedding planner, somewhere in NYC and carry on a two-month relationship with her.

  “Are you serious?” Brian asked.

  Brian smiled and nodded his head up and down.

  “How much?”

  “80,000.”

  Austin 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. Sometimes long trips would help he refocus. He definitely needed that right now. So many mixed emotions swirled in his head.

  He’d spent part of his life in Colorado and the rest in Texas. 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 Austin 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 thing and you could tell by the cold gleam in his beautiful green eyes. He had a chiseled, masculine jaw that always had a few days stubble on it.

  But for all his tough guy looks and ways, Austin felt very out of place in New York City. He loved the wide-open spaces. He loved the desert roads. 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.

  Yet, he’d been so close to tying the knot. Just a few weeks away.

  Nope. That sort of life would never be for Austin. 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 Austin 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. Austin 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. Austin 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 Austin 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.

  After he smoked his cigarette, Austin 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’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 4

  “Are you sure?” Nicole asked, her voice quivering with fear and anxiety.

  This was the biggest wedding that she’d ever done. So much had been riding on this. If it was canceled, she would be completely screwed.

  Nicole informed her boss that the celebrity wedding that everyone had been looking forward to had been canceled. When she hung phone, she felt like everything would turn out all right. Her boss was disappointed. But he seemed to be keeping things in perspective. There would be other big weddings, plenty of them.

  Unfortunately, that didn't turn out to be the case. An hour later, he called back to inform her that her services would no longer be needed. Nicole begged and pleaded for another chance. She wouldn't mess up again. It wasn't her fault. But none of that worked. She was unemployed.

  After she hung up the phone, she walked over to the couch and let her head slump into her hands, clueless about what her next move would be. But she was sure about one thing: Austin Daniels was a first-class asshole!

  After about an hour of non-stop texting and calling, Jeffrey finally decided to get in touch with her. He was in a loud place, probably a bar. She could barely understand what he was saying. But basically he said he was really sorry for having screwed up and he was going to make it up to her. All she could think about was what she would have done if he were there in the room with her. She felt like strangling him. She couldn’t believe that he had ruined their anniversary. And on top of that he had given her such a lame excuse. She had a very strong feeling that he was lying.

  But she didn’t know what to do. If she accused him of cheating he would probably act very defensive, whether he was guilty o
r not. She felt so sick to her stomach. All she wanted to do was lay on the floor crying. Instead of doing that, she 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 her for a long time. She meant all those things when she said them. And then she had the strong urge to throw her phone across the room and watch it smash into little pieces. She had never felt so insulted by someone she cared about.

  She poured herself a glass of white wine and sat down on the couch. She couldn’t even bring herself to turn on the TV. She just sat there staring at the blank screen. What was her life coming to? Why had she decided to come to New York City in the first place? Maybe she would have been better off staying out west. She felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes. She didn’t want to be on her couch, crying and feeling sorry for herself. But she really had no idea what else she was supposed to do in this sort of situation. She sent off a few texts to her friends to let them know what this asshole had put her through. But she figured that they had their own Friday night problems because they didn’t seem like they were in any hurry to respond to me.

  She took her 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 her apartment on a night like this. The loud sound of a motorcycle almost made her drop her drink and it definitely snapped her back to the present moment. The bike came to a stop at a traffic light right in front of her window. The engine made a few loud sounds, thunderous sounds that made her whole body shake. She 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 she thought about all of the things that might have been missing in my life. Yes, she had this wonderful apartment in one of the hippest neighborhoods in one of the hippest cities, but she still felt like something was missing. And after being stood up by Jeffrey, she felt even stronger about it.