A call from the chief and a marriage

The week had gone by pretty fast. On Monday, I met with my lawyer slash friend to sign the paperwork for me to take over the multibillion dollar company (gas, oil and electronic corporation). Tuesday, I met at the headquarters in the city with my now former coworker and former owner of the company. We spent the rest of the week with him teaching me what I needed to learn, authorize, relegate tasks to; that kinda thing. I received a company smart phone so I could be reached by those just below me (I learned that I was the president and CEO of the company) as well the funds to purchase a new personal cell phone. I kept the same number and upgraded to an iPhone. I didn’t pay the bills for either phone as the president and the CEO of the company; the billing department took care of it. I was grateful for that because it was one less bill for me to worry about but it didn’t matter because I learned in a 6 day work week I earn $40,000 and in a 5 day work week I earn $37,000. I also get direct deposit; I get the money deposited into my account EVERY Saturday which starts the Saturday of my first week.

This week, since I took over the company on Monday and worked until Friday, I earned $37,000. I was a bit shocked but pretty grateful. I planned to pay off my student loans first thing Monday morning; that is, after Vin leaves to head back into New Jersey for work.

Friday, I was able to leave the office half an hour early to head home. On my way out the door, I used my iPhone to text Vin to tell him to bring his motorcycle helmet when he comes. I took another shower, threw on my only pair of non ripped and non stained jeans, put on my favorite red shirt – it’s a little low cut and slightly form fitting – and put on my leather boots that I normally wear when I ride my Harley. I did my makeup and finished my hair.

Since I had some time to spare, I opened a bottle of Chianti to let it breathe, grabbed Gramps’ leather jacket (that I had refit so I could wear it and had pockets added to it), grabbed my wallet, both phones, badge, gun and motorcycle key. Just as I grabbed everything and placed them by the door, the doorbell rang. I looked through the peep hole and saw it was Vin.

“Hey, come on in! Glad that you got my text and brought your helmet,” I said as I opened the door, hugging Vince.

“Thanks! I didn’t know you rode. Oh. I almost forgot! I brought you some flowers; I couldn’t, in good conscience, come empty handed!” Vince said handing me a bouquet of two dozen blue roses. “I’m hoping blue is still your favorite color!”

“Thank you; they’re beautiful! Just throw your bag on the couch for now and join me in the kitchen. You pour the wine while I put the roses in a vase,” I say as I head into the kitchen.

I hear a kerthunk and then I hear Vince’s boots on the hardwood floor following me into the kitchen. I’m literally standing on the counter to find a vase and Vince pales at the sight. I laugh and say that I do this all the time and that I have one hell of a life insurance plan as well as amazing benefits with the new job PLUS a great pension with the PD.

“Thanks for getting Chianti. How much would you like?” Vince asks.

“You’re welcome. Not so much. I don’t care much for it plus we’re taking out my Harley in a little bit. Drink as much as you’d like. I have a few more bottles somewhere. Aha! Here we go!” I said as I grab a vase and then leap on to one of the bar stools in the kitchen. I hop on to the floor, fill the vase with water and place the roses in the vase. Once that was taken care of, I accepted the generous splash of Chianti that Vince poured for me.

“Lemme give you a quick tour of the apartment. Grab your stuff and we can drop it off in the room. It’ll be a quick tour,” I said.

Vince grabbed his bag and followed me. I showed him the apartment in less than ninety seconds. The last room I showed him was the bedroom. I explained that it was the only bedroom in the apartment; which he was going to use and I was going to use the couch.

“Whoa, baby. There’s no way that I’m going to take the only bedroom. It’s your apartment and you’ll take the room,” Vince said.

“Look here, buttercup. I’ve worked for the NYPD for the past eight years, I have guns, knives and other various weapons pointed at my head on a daily basis, I take kick boxing and Krav Maga classes three times a week and I box with the heavy weights four times a week. I think I can handle the couch for a few nights,” I reply.

“How do you manage working two full time jobs, kick boxing, Krav Maga AND boxing?” Vince asked.

“I’m at the new job from 6:45 am to 2:30 pm, the gym is across the street so I’m either kick boxing, taking Krav Maga or boxing from 2:45 to 3:30 pm, shower and change, I’m at the PD by 3:50 and I work until 1 am. I’m home by 1:15 the latest and I go to bed. And yes, I do realize that I’m getting less than 5 hours of sleep a night. But the thing is, Sunday’s I don’t work the new job so usually I’m at the PD for 12 to 18 hours,” I said.

I could tell that Vince was a bit stunned with how little sleep I get each night. I explain that by staying SO active throughout the day by the time that I get home, I’m asleep within a matter of moments and sleep solidly for 5 hours. There are on a few occasions that I do take a 20 or 30 minute power nap while at work just to be able to finish the day. I usually stayed awake by staying super hydrated and eating well despite eating pizza and burgers a few times a week.

“Wow. I’m speechless. I don’t know what to say!” Vince said. “Are you going to slow down a little bit?”

“Yes I am, actually. I’m only going to work at the PD a few days a week now instead of every day. The lack of 6 hours of sleep every night is killing me. Hey. You ready to see my bike and go for a ride? It’s a perfect evening,” I say.

Vince is excited. As he’s grabbing his helmet from the bag in my room, I put on Gramps’ jacket and stuff the pockets and tie my long hair in a knot at the base of my neck. Once I see Vin, we head on out. I brought him to Cielo briefly to show him the club and have some fun. We’re not there that long because the music really isn’t his type and it’s too loud for him. I explained that I taught everyone on the security team and the bartenders basic kick boxing and Krav Maga techniques not only to protect themselves and the patrons but also in case they need to break up a nasty fight. Vince asked why I didn’t teach Krav Maga and I told him that I’m not licensed to do so and that I have no interest in becoming a self defense instructor; teach a little bit when necessary but not on a daily or weekly basis.

We hopped back on my motorcycle and rode around the city for a bit and then headed back to my apartment. I took the stuff out of my pockets and hung up my jacket. I started making dinner as Vince headed into the bathroom for a shower. When he came back, I handed him a full glass of Chianti; I was always generous when I poured him a glass of wine. 

As I turned my back to him to check the pasta and the homemade pasta sauce that I had just made the other day, I felt Vince’s arms wrap around my waist to give me a hug; leaving one hand splay open over my stomach and the other massaging my tits. Good Lord! It was obvious that he was thinking about children. Before I could say anything, he started kissing my neck; he knew it as my biggest weakness.

“Vince, please. Give me two minutes and I’m yours,” I said.

I moved the sauce off of the burner and strained the pasta. Once I was finished and turned off the stove, I go over to Vince who was staring out the window of the kitchen looking into Riverside Park. He doesn’t hear me walk over to stand next to him so I gently rest my hand on his elbow and whisper his name. He turns to face me, takes my hand and leads me to my own room. Once again he hugs me from behind and starts kissing my neck.

“Baby, you smell so nice,” Vince murmured as he was kissing my neck. “I want you so badly.”

Man alive! I was turned on by Vince I just couldn’t say “No”. I spin around and kiss him with wicked abandon. I feel his hands slide between my shirt and my skin; he’s taking his time and it’s killing me. I rip my shirt off, kick my boots off, rip off my pants and my panties and take off my bra. I then start working on his clothes. His body is amazing; better than I remembered it. As we continue to kiss and let our hands roam each other’s bodies, I try to lead him to the bed but he ends up leading me to the wall where my desk faces.

“Rest your foot on the desk,” Vince said as he rolled a condom on.

I did and by the time I regained my balance he was ready to enter me. He first used a few fingers to get me ready but I begged him several times for him to use his cock. He chuckled; he was messing with me a little.

When I least suspect it, he thrusts his hard cock deep inside me. I scream his name. He slowly pulls out half way then he thrusts his hard cock back into me; this time causing me to only moan his name. While I’m still impaled on his 9 ½ inch cock, he takes me off of the wall, takes two steps over to the desk, rotates me and leans me over the desk. I know what he’s about to do so as I spread my legs a little bit for him, I begin to grin like Cheshire cat.

He pounds his cock into me hitting my G spot every time and making me scream each time he does. With each scream, he thrusts harder and faster into me. And as he does, one of his hands is gently pulling my hair and the other is spanking my ass. I don’t know who enjoys that more but it leaves the both of us screaming each other’s names. For a quick second, he pulls out completely to take the condom off and begins to ram his cock into me. I can feel the skin to skin contact; I love the sensation. Seconds later, we climax together and I can feel him shoot baby batter deep into me.

We both lean against the desk for a few minutes. I hear my personal phone go off. I go get it from the kitchen.

“Hey, Chief!”I answer the chief of police. “Um, yeah. Everything’s fine. Someone called because they heard screaming from my apartment and now the S.W.A.T. team is here? Um, Chief, about that. They won’t like what they see if they barge in at the moment. My, um, fiancée is here and we were, um, just having sex. Yeah, just give us a few minutes to get dressed.”

I go back to the bedroom and explain to Vince that someone called my boss at the PD saying that they heard me scream as I got murdered and now the S.W.A.T. team is here; they want to make sure that I’m alive and that I didn’t hide a dead body.

“Oh, not only should you get dressed but you ought to propose as well. I told my boss that my fiancée is here,” I said.

“Well, ok. Um, will you marry me,” Vince asks as he places the enormous engagement ring on my finger.

As I say yes, my buddy from the PD unlocks the door and sees Vince and me hugging and kissing and groping each other. He clears his throat and suggest that we get decent. We laugh and throw on our robes. I invite the team in and showed them my badge. I said that I really am alive and not dead. I ask them to give me a second to get Vince and prove that he’s my fiancée. I get him and the team has their weapons aimed at him. I roll my eyes and tell them to stand down. A few waver but I tell them again to stand down and they do. I ask my buddy to sweep the entire apartment for this so called dead body and he does. Two minutes later, he calls the chief to say that I’m really alive, my fiancée really does exist and there’s NO dead body. They finally leave.

I reheat dinner, fill Vince’s shot glass with some Jack and give him a glass of water as well. I told him to chase the shot down with water because it’ll burn. He does the shot and nearly gags but doesn’t and drink the water. He asks how I can stand the stuff and I tell him that it’s an acquired taste. I was still a little unsteady myself so I took six shots of Jack and went on my way to reheating dinner. We ate in silence. After cleaning up dinner, I took a shower and went to my living room. I sat in the recliner and closed my eyes for a bit. I fell asleep; I guess the sex and the SWAT team are the things that did me in.

I wake up a little as Vince picks me up and carries me to bed. I can feel him join me in bed. He wraps his arms around me and we both fall asleep. I wake up a few hours later and clean the apartment, take a shower and start on breakfast. Once I finish making breakfast and it’s staying warm in the oven, I pour Vince some orange juice and grab a few Advil. I go into the bedroom and see him sitting on the bed with his head between his knees.

I ask if he’s ok. He says he is but the room is spinning a little bit; he must’ve had the whole bottle of Chianti and the shot of Jack. I give him the orange juice and the Advil which he quickly takes. I help him to the bathroom, get the water for the shower going and help him get in. Once I see he’s steady, I strip and join him. I take my shampoo and gently massage his head and hair with it. As he’s rinsing his hair, I get my loofah ready with his favorite body wash and when he’s ready, I gently wash his body from top to bottom and from tip to stern, not missing a single area of skin. He moans in pleasure and braces himself against the wall of the shower. He rinses off and I get out to dry off and get dressed again. I turn the water off and hand him the towel. I grab him some clothes and give him some privacy as he dresses.

I went back into the kitchen to get breakfast on a plate for him. I put a load of eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes on his plate, make espresso for him and pour him a tall glass of orange juice.

Once he starts digging in, I clean up and put the leftovers in the fridge. I’m not hungry so I just drink orange juice which kills my ulcers. I clean up after him and we sit back down in the living room to talk.

He tells me that he was so scared when we first started dating and that he was so sure I’d say no when he proposed despite my mother telling him that I’d say yes. He was happy to see me come to the memorial service and funeral for Bob and was delighted that I stayed with Lisa and the kids to help them out. He said that he avoided me because being near me for three months was killing him and thought I hated him.

I tell him that I would’ve said yes if he proposed but that I was grateful that he didn’t because I wasn’t ready. I explain that the biggest reason why I came and stayed for three months was because of Lisa and the kids but part of the reason was him but I never said anything because he was with someone else and looked happy.

“Baby, I’m so glad that I went to the game and that we talked. I know you didn’t propose like you wanted but the result is what we both wanted. I can cut back on work with the PD to when they need me; I’ll still be on the payroll and get their pension in 17 years. But my main source of income will be the new job. The guy I took the company over from can be my partner after a year and he can help run it. For the most part, I need to be in the office but I can do a ton of work from home. You can continue to teach until you decide to retire,” I said.

“Deppgrl, this is my final year teaching. Now that I’ve caught you, I don’t need to stay busy all the time. I have my own money so I don’t need yours. If you need any help with the company, you can ask me anything and I’ll help the best I can. Use the income to pay off your loans then we’ll marry,” Vince replied.

“Well, I can pay off all my loans on Monday morning. What do you say we get hitched in two or three weeks? Maybe sooner? Maybe a little later? It’s up to you.”

“Is a week from today good? I don’t want wait much longer plus I want to have kids with you. I’m not getting any younger here!”

“Why not today? I know a judge and he’s on speed dial”

“Um, I don’t even want to know why you have a judge on speed dial but today works. You call him, I’ll call Lisa and the kids as wells as your mother and brother. We’ll keep it small and have it here!”

I told him that it sounded good. The judge was free as was my lawyer slash friend, my mom, my brother, Lisa and the kids. We told them that jeans and a shirt was fine because that’s what we’d be wearing.

In less than two hours, we had the apartment spotless, food catered, us showered again (we HAD to have multiple quickies) and ready. Everyone came in at once. When everyone was settled down in the living room, the judge presided and we were married in three minutes. We didn’t have rings yet, but we’d take care of them before Sunday.

We ate, we drank and ate some more. After a few hours, everyone left. Vince said to grab my helmet and my stuff that I needed so we could run to Tiffany’s

So frustrated!

“Mom, what the fuck? You seriously talked to Vin about my relationship with him and you couldn't even tell me? I don't care that it was eight years ago! Jesus, Mom! I originally kept my relationship with him away from you because I know that you never liked the fact that he is 19 years older than me and never liked the fact that he was my teacher!! You had the balls to talk to him AGAIN behind my back just the other day. I love you more than you know, but you got to let go and stop butting into my relationships! Ma, I am 30 years old and don't need you to get in the middle of whoever I am dating and myself. When I get home, I'm grabbing my crap and heading back to the city,” I tell my mother.

“I only meddled in your life because I want what's best for you. Yes, I've talked with Vincenzo a number of times about the two of you and have met with him when he first came to me eight years ago to ask me if he could marry you; he showed me the ring that he bought for you at Tiffany's. It was beautiful. The other night when you told me that you'd be home for the weekend and would be attending the football game tonight, I met with him to tell him. He immediately went back to Tiffany's with the original ring to upgrade that one to one with a slightly wider band and a much bigger diamond. I didn't meet with him or talk with him behind your back to hurt you. I did it because he wanted to know the best way to propose to you. Eight years ago, I told him to take you to a Broadway show, to take you to dinner and then take you on a carriage ride throughout the city and propose in Central Park. My dear, I don't have any idea why he broke up with you back then but I can tell you that he regrets it. Please tell me that you said yes when he asked you tonight,” my mother replied.

I growled at my mother, told her I loved her and hung up. You just don’t hang up the phone on an Italian woman without telling her you love her; especially if it’s your mother or your wife. I got in my car and headed back to her house to gather my things and then head back into the city. Since I hadn’t unpacked, all I had to do was grab my stuff, eat food enough food to feed an army, hug and kiss my mother good bye and promise to call her when I got back into the city.

At this time of night, I have no problem heading back into the city. What’s normally an hour and a half drive due to traffic, it only took me 20 minutes. I called my mother once I got inside my apartment and then took a shower. Once out of the shower, I had a voicemail and a few texts from Vin. I listened to the voicemail; he wasn’t making much sense. The texts made more sense. He wants to visit me this following weekend so I responded that he can visit me here and stay here with me. He replied with thanking me and wishing me a good night.

By the time I went to bed, it was 4 am. I slept until 9, showered, walked to McDonald’s for breakfast, walked a while longer then went home, took a nap and then I spent the rest of the day cleaning. Around 6 pm, I was about to make instant grits when my buddy came walking in. He told me to get changed and that he’d be taking me to the local bistro for dinner. I changed fast and away we went.

We placed our orders for drinks and appetizers. Once we received our drinks and appetizers, we started talking about what happened at Vin’s, my mother interfering yet again and what I was going to do with Vin’s proposal.

“Dude, I know you’re still a bit pissed off with how he ended the relationship. But honestly, he was scared.  Sure you feel betrayed by both him and your mom for going behind your back, but they had a reason…..a very good reason. He didn’t have to ask your mom for her permission or blessing or whatever an Italian parent is supposed to give to allow anyone to marry their daughter. He has the respect for you and your family to ask your mother. That says a ton about his character. He’s miserable without you and you’re miserable without him,” my buddy said.

What he had to say was true and made a ton of sense. I just listened and processed what’s happened in the past 24 hours. Our dinners arrived and we ate in silence. To pep me up a bit, my friend ordered me two shots of Jack Daniels. He paid the bill and we walked back to my apartment.

We hung out, watched a movie and he left. I went to bed not too long after that because I was still tired from the night before and it was already pushing midnight

Thankfully I don't have a weak heart

My high school won the game last night. It was a tight game; we won by 1 point and ran the clock when there was :52 left.

During the game, I could see Vin (yes, the same Vin that I’ve written about before) kept trying to make eye contact with me to let me know that he saw me. I tried to be cool about it since I was there with my buddy who graduated from the same high school the same year I started. I felt my phone vibrate. I pulled it out of my pocket to check who text me.

“Hey, beautiful. I know you saw me and I know that you know I was looking at you,” Vin texted.

“I know. Focus on work. We’ll talk after the game,” I replied.

“Meet me under the bleachers at half time. I need to see you!” he responded.

“Fine,” I agreed.

My buddy asked me what was up. I said that it was nothing. He knew I was a little annoyed because my cheeks were flushed and it was NOT from the cold. He asked me again what was up. I told him that Vin wants to see me under the bleachers to talk; my buddy knew about the relationship that Vin and I had a few years ago. He said for me to meet him. I said ok and we continued to watch the game.

“Kiss me,” I told my buddy.

“What?” he said.

“Kiss me,” I said again.

He looked at me like I had a thousand heads but he kissed me; it was just a little peck on the lips.

“You're one sick littler fucker. You know that, right? Do I even want to know why you wanted me to kiss you?”

“Yes, I do know that. I'll take it as a compliment. The guy on my right won’t stop flirting with me and grabbing my ass. Kinda hoping that the quick kiss will get him to knock it off,” I said. “If not, I’ll have to smack him!”

“You sure that it had nothing to do with Vin? He saw and he didn’t look too thrilled about it!”

“Maybe a teeny, tiny bit had to do with Vin but primarily had to do with the bozo on the other side of me” I replied.

“Wanna switch seats? I’ll tell him off for you,” my buddy replied.

“Dude, you’re my best friend and the best wingman any sick fuck like me could ask for….And I love you for it. Let’s switch seats and no need to tell him off. Not yet anyways!” I said.

Before we could switch seats, it was time for half time and my buddy said that he’d go get us hot chocolate while I talk to Vin and that he’d text me when he got back to our seats. I nodded and discretely climbed down the bleachers and went under the bleachers; I hoped no one saw me but knowing my luck, who knows?

“Oh my God, Deppgrl. You look fantastic. I’ve missed you so much,” Vin said as we hugged semi awkwardly.

“Thanks, Vin. So do you. No one could rock a green hoodie with a leather jacket like you can,” I said as I kissed his cheek.

“Mmmmm. You smell good, as always. Anyways, thanks for meeting me. Look, I don’t have much time but we should get together for dinner. There’s so much I want to talk with you about. I’m not gonna lie, babe. I want to talk about us. After the game, I have to run back to the high school briefly but if you’re up to it, meet me back at my house. I’ll be there by the time you leave here; it’ll be jam packed after the fourth quarter. I’d love to cook for you. Please tell me that you’ll come by,” he said.

“I don’t think there’s really an “us” anymore and there hasn’t been an “us” for eight years, Vin. We had a brief relationship; I had no problem going forward with the relationship but you were reluctant because I’m a former student,” I said. “I was a bit heartbroken to be honest.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that you don’t believe there’s an “us” and to learn how much I hurt you. Honey, you traveled from the city to come to the middle of nowhere when my brother died to come to the memorial service, stayed for the funeral, helped my sister in law for three months and almost lost your job because of my family’s tragedy. Maybe you didn’t come for me but I’ve been hoping for the past thirteen months that you did. Baby, I was scared to be in a relationship with you. When you first walked into my classroom so many years ago as a sophomore, my life changed. My heart stopped. Obviously, I couldn’t do anything while you were a student. I waited as long as I could and thought that when you were 22, we could start dating. You were full of life and energy I just couldn’t keep up with you. I want to try again. Please….come by tonight; maybe not for dinner but for a drink and dessert,” Vin pleaded.

“Sure I’ll come by but you better have your heat cranked up because I’m frozen. I can’t guarantee how long I’ll stay nor can I guarantee how tonight will go,” I replied.

Vin took my hands in his and thanked me. Before he left, he caressed my cheek and  kissed me. I was slightly stunned and taken aback. He leaned away for a second to look me in the eyes and then kissed me again but with a little more passion this time. I kissed him back. Good Lord, I had forgotten that the man could kiss. As Vin deepened the kiss, he pulled me closer holding me tight. My phone started to ring.

“Oh crap. Vin, I’m sorry; I have to take this. It’s my lawyer. I’ll see you back at your house,” I said. He nodded his head, kissed my cheek and ran back to the top of the bleachers; he was a few minutes late.

“Hey, Kay! What’s the story?” I asked.

“Sorry to bother you late on a Friday night, Deppgrl. The good news is that the judge okayed the reversal on the divorce and I need you to come over to the office as soon as you can to sign the paperwork to take over the company. When’s your earliest convenience?” my lawyer slash friend asked.

“Well, tonight, I’m back in Jersey and won’t return until Sunday night the latest. Is Monday midmorning soon enough?” I ask.

“Sure thing. Just text me when you’re on your way over to the office. By the way, have fun tonight. I saw you locking lips with an attractive older man….your former flame and teacher. Talk about a major HOTTIE!! Have a good weekend. Please promise me that you’ll stay out of trouble and try NOT to get arrested. I can save your ass in New York but I can’t save your ass here in Jersey; you’d be on your own, babe!” my friend said.

“Is there anything that I can hide from you or do you know all AND see all? Oye. You throw a guilt trip almost as good as my half Italian mama! Good thing you don’t have her aim and ability to chuck a shoe from the basement and hit me 10 miles away! Yes, I’ll do my best to NOT get arrested here; I’ll save that when I get back to the city. Anyways, I gotta go. Gotta finish watching the game and then heading over to Vin’s for a bit. See you Monday, dear!” I said.

We said our farewells and I got back to my seat next to my buddy. He was so cold that he was wrapped up in the blankets that I brought and drank my hot chocolate. There was just a few minutes left of the game.

“So anything interesting happen beneath the bleachers with Vin?” my buddy asked; winking and grinning like the devil.

“He invited me to swing by his house after the game, I accepted, he kissed me twice and I kissed him back the second time. He wants to talk and doesn’t want to wait any longer. By the way he kissed me, he clearly still has some feelings for me; I just don’t know how interested he is in me but I need to find out. It’s been a year since I saw him at the viewing, funeral and the following three months when I helped with his sister in law and the kids……but that wasn’t about him; it was about helping a family in need,” I said.

“Are you interested in him at all? I know he broke your heart but, sweetie, that was eight years ago. In the years I’ve been friends with both of you in that time, I’ve never seen him SO miserable. Sure he’s dated other women but the relationships don’t last more than two or three months. And you? You’re a different story. You go through a new boyfriend every month but it seems like every few days!  You’re never happy with those guys. The only guy I ever saw you happy with was Vin. Go over there, see what he has to say, take some time to think about it and tell him that yes you’ll date him. Oye!!” my buddy said.

“I told him I was going over and I am going over. Don’t you even think about escorting me! I know you would in a heartbeat. Yes, I still have feelings for him. Why wouldn’t I? He’s a good man; he’s the only one that hadn’t cheated on me. He may have broken my heart but I was nearly a child then and I’ve grown up since then. I may not be the world’s most attractive woman. Hell, I’m no Victoria’s Secret model but yet he was good to me,” I said.

“I never wanted to tell you this but your brother threatened to rip me to shreds if I went anywhere near you if I was romantically interested in you; which is why I stayed away for so long. But seriously, have you looked in the mirror at all in your lifetime? If you say that you’re ugly, you’re wrong. You, by far, are the most attractive woman I’ve ever met. But anyways, I digress. Just go to Vin’s after the game, listen to what he has to say and take some time to think about it, ok? Call me IF you feel uncomfortable or need a ride back home. And no matter what you do, do NOT get yourself arrested. I refuse to be legally responsible for you! Now go before you stand up your old stud muffin!” my buddy said.

I hugged my buddy and left. I quickly ran back to get my blankets and then headed towards my car again. I heard my phone chirp with a text. I read the text. It was from Vin. He said that he’s home, has a fire in the fire place going, has a bottle of wine chilling and an electric blanket ready in case I need it. I replied back thanking him for getting things ready and told him that I was five minutes away.

Once at his house, I grabbed my phone, the charger, my keys and my purse. I was about to ring the doorbell but Vin must have seen me pull into the driveway and open the door for me. As I enter, I kick my boots off so I can feel the lush carpet under my socked feet and hang my jacket in the foyer closet. I plug my phone and charger and pull up a spot on the couch closest to the fire.

“White Zinfandel is still your favorite, I hope?” Vin asks as he brings over an enormous wine glass.

“Yes it is. Thank you for remembering,” I said.

“Would you like a blanket? You’re still shivering, honey,” he said.

“That would be great, thank you” I said.

“No need to be formal with me. Just warm up, relax and enjoy the wine for a bit, ok?”

I nodded my head in agreement, pulled the blanket around me a little closer and enjoyed the fire. I heard music begin to play. Within a few notes, I recognize the group as one of my favorite bands when I was growing up. Every Jersey girl born in the ‘80’s LOVED Bon Jovi; I still do to this day. This Jersey girl loves her Jersey boys! <3

“There’s no need to go over the top for you to get me on your good side, Vin. A fire, my favorite wine, a blanket AND Bon Jovi? It seems to me that you’re trying a little too hard. Just talk to me, ok, Vin? I’m 30 now….not the immature 22 year old you once dated. Let’s talk this out and I’ll be on my way,” I said.

“Baby, seeing you last year taking care of my sister in law and the kids after my brother died made me realize how unfair I was to you. When we first got together when you were 22, I honestly couldn’t believe it. Here I was, a 41 year old man, dating this amazing woman, 19 years my junior. I couldn’t believe my luck. I know now that you were as scared as I was and that was no reason for me to break your heart as I told you I needed someone my age.

Then I saw you thirteen months ago at Bob’s memorial service and funeral. I had no idea how you found out but I’m grateful that you came. I know you didn’t come for me considering how I was towards you years before that. You came for my family; they always loved you and you always loved them. You almost lost your job with the NYPD – which is how I learned that you heard about Bob’s death – to step in and take care of Lisa and the kids. Part of me hoped then that you came to reconcile and try to work things out. I was tempted to take you from Lisa and the kids but she and the kids needed you more than I did. Part of me still hopes that some part of you came for me,” Vin said.

“To be honest, Vin? I had the biggest crush on you when you were my teacher and thought that would be over with when I graduated but part of me is glad that it didn’t and that we dated several years after the fact. I was truly happy with you and you were so good to me. You took care of me, treated me with respect and treated me like I was a queen, you always made sure I had the best of everything. I’m forever grateful for that. But I was young and was very hurt when you ended the relationship.

When I heard of Bob’s sudden death, I knew I had to come for your family. Lisa was a mess but she kept strong for the kids but sadly the kids barely remembered me until Lisa brought out pictures and told them stories about their Uncle Vin and the wonderful “girl” he once dated. Do you know what they started calling me again? ‘Aunty’. They started calling me ‘Aunty’. I, sadly, had to break their hearts twice more in three months. One, was me leaving to go back to work to save my fat ass from losing a job I love and kick ass at and the second, was explaining to them that I wouldn’t become their aunty. They didn’t talk to me for days but the day that I headed back to the city, they were crying and sad that I was leaving and not staying with their favorite uncle; you. I told them that I’ll always be their unofficial aunty no matter what and I’m always a phone call away no matter what the problem was. They tried to run away to come move in with me a few times but I always brought them back to Lisa. They were always furious when I did that but told them that I’m a horrid mom because I can barely keep plants alive and that their mom would miss them too much.

A part of me came back for you but you always avoided me; you were so cold towards me. I knew that I couldn’t stay. I had to go back to my shitty apartment in the city, save a job that I loved and still love and work my ass off to run up the ranks; which I did in no time flat. I knew you wouldn’t leave the school to live in the city with me and I can’t leave a job that I love and am good at,” I said; removing the blanket and setting down my now empty wine glass. “Look, Vin, for eight years I wondered how we would’ve worked out if we tried again, but I just figured out that we won’t. Neither of us are willing to leave our jobs, friends and state that we reside in. Yeah, I may live in a shitty neighborhood in the city and sure I still get lost when I go out on calls but you know what? At the end of the day, I love my job, I love my co workers and I’m taking over a multibillion job within a week or so. I’ll be SO busy being with the PD and the business, I don’t know when we can see each other. I love you, Vin; I always have and I always will, but I cannot stay and expect anything more than an awkward time whenever we see each other. Stupid me for believing the only man that was ever good to me would ever make me his wife.”

“Wait,” he said as I turned around and walked back over. 

“Waiting for what? You’re driving me bat shit crazy,” I replied.

Vin said he had to go get something from his room and that he’d be right back. He stubbed his toes a few times and cursed. After what felt like an eternity, but was actually just a mere 2 minutes, he came back. He directed us to get back on the couch near the fire.

“Babe, I was partially right when I said that you have some growing up to do. I knew you loved me then but I knew that you couldn’t verbalize it yet; you were struggling with college a bit and you were awfully young but I was VERY wrong in how I ended the relationship. For the past eight years, I had a guilty conscious about ending us and I still do; which is why I invited you over tonight.

I spoke to your mother a few times when we were together and just recently. She knew back then, I was head over heels in love with you and she knows now that I still am. Baby, the main reason why I invited you over was to ask you to marry me. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

I just sat there and started to cry. I have no idea how long I sat there crying but when I was done, I got up and gathered my things.

“Vin, if you asked me when I was 22, you know I would’ve said yes. But to ask me eight years later after breaking my heart? I can’t say yes and I can’t say no. Give me some time to think about it. In the mean time, I have to go yell at my mother. You better pray she doesn't kill me by chucking shoes at me. Do you know what's like growing up with an Italian woman chucking shoes at you at a daily basis? It's super dangerous; even for a fucker like me” I said and then I left.

Seeing a former lover tonight.

I’m in my home state of New Jersey for the night. I’ll face the freezing cold to watch the playoff game between my high school and the rival “sister” school for the trophy.

A bunch of my friends are coming from all over the US for this game. It’ll be good to see them all again and go for post-game drinks…..It’s always too early for pre-game drinks.

Anyways, I’ll be seeing a former lover at the game. About 4 years after graduating high school, I began to see a former teacher of mine on a romantic level but it didn’t last long, unfortunately. There’s a 20 year age difference between he and I. When we ended, he said that he enjoyed dating me and spending time with me but I had a ton of growing up to do. Now 8 years later, I’ve done more than enough growing up. In the past few years that we’ve bumped into each other, it’s been a bit awkward and yet I still find myself attracted to him mentally and physically.

The last time I saw him was at his brother’s memorial service just over a year ago. His family saw him tense up when he saw me. I gave him my condolences, gave him a brief hug and left; it was the least I could do…..I couldn’t make him feel uncomfortable at his brother’s memorial service. A few hours after I left, he sent me a text thanking me for going and supporting him; he hadn’t expected me to go but was grateful I did. I replied saying that it was the right thing for me to do.

The following week, he called me to set up a “date” for coffee. I accepted and we met up a few days later. He just talked about his brother and I listened. We spent a good 4 hours talking and walking; we finally were comfortable with each other.

We’ve talked and texted a few times since then but tonight will be different. We’ll be seeing each other while he’s working. We really can’t be seen together while he’s working due to the fact that the school district knows we used to casually date AFTER I graduated; it won’t look good for former lovers – one a teacher and one a former student – to be together at a school function.

A change of heart and a change of mind.

“I’m getting the divorce moved up so I can be with you. You and I both know that I don’t love my wife, our daughter isn’t my biological daughter despite me being her legal father and I’d much rather be with you” he said.

“First of all, I don’t love you nor will I ever love you. Second of all, go back to that judge and tell them that you changed your mind. Third of all, I refuse to be a part of you abandoning your family for me. I am NOT a home wrecker; never have been, never will be” I told him.

“But, baby girl, my wife knows I don’t love her and that I don’t want to be with her any longer. She deserves to be happy and with someone who loves her like I love you” he replied.

“Look……you’re far from in love with me. You’re lusting after me. I’m something new to you; something that you want but what you don’t need. I’ll just pack up my stuff and leave. And by the way, I officially quit working at your company!”

“I’ll make a deal with you, then,” he said. “I’ll stay with my wife and you stay with the company. The deal is me staying with my wife, I’ll sign the company over to you. You’ll be the owner of the company and you won’t have to see me at all. The only time that you’ll ever see me or hear from me is when you want to or if you have any questions about how to run the company. Is that a fair deal?” he asked.

“Yes it is. Lemme grab all my stuff, move back to my closet sized apartment and call my lawyer. What’s your lawyers name and number? I’ll have my lawyer contact your lawyer in the next few hours” I said.

We exchanged the names and contact information for our lawyers and then I gathered all my stuff. I shook my co worker’s hand and left.

I booked it back to my apartment. There was a brand new door with about hundred new locks. It took me all of 10 seconds to get in, put my stuff away and start my laundry. I called up my bestest friend in the world, who just happens to be my lawyer, and explained to her the situation. She took a deep breath and let it out. She took my co worker’s lawyers information to reverse the divorce proceedings and to sign his company over to me.

She couldn’t believe the mess I got myself into. She told me that it’s stuff like this that follows me around that has trouble nipping at my heels. I’m always calling her to get me out of a tight jam. One time, just before my employment with the police department, I snagged a taxi because my car’s tires were slashed and I was late to work. I returned the cab after getting out to work and paid the driver double his typical fare. My friend slash lawyer finagled me out of it and all I had to do was donate blood twice that year to "repay society" of my wrong doing.

Can I say that I was officially shocked??

After getting back to the apartment, I change into a pair of sweatpants, a turtleneck, a sweatshirt and fuzzy socks that look warm but actually aren’t. I slide into the kitchen to heat up some food that my brother brought over from his restaurant. He and I don’t talk often nor see each other often but I know he’s always there for me and he knows that I’m always there for him. Bob and my buddy from the NYPD reached out to my brother the other day to let him know what’d been going on since he’s my power of attorney.

The pasta that my brother cooked was amazing, as always. I spied a slice of the heavenly cheesecake that he also brought over. In general, I can’t stand cheesecake but my brother makes the best! He left a huge slice of Belgian chocolate raspberry swirl. Now that is what I call heaven!! I chased it down with a cold glass of milk.

I walk over to the living room and check out the DVD collection that my co worker’s brother has. There were so many of my favorites. I was pretty unsure which one to put into the Blu Ray thingy until I saw “Schindler’s List”. It doesn’t matter how many times I watch it, I will always need a few boxes of tissues.

Not too long after putting the movie in, my coworker got back to the apartment and brought us each a slice of the cheesecake he got at my brother’s restaurant. He sat down and watched the movie with me. Somewhere halfway through the movie I fell asleep and the next thing I remember was waking up in my bed in the arms of my coworker.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. You were tired and I didn’t want to finish the movie without you. I wanted to just hold you and watch you sleep. Look, there’s something that I want to tell you” he said.

“If you say so. What’s up?” I ask.

“I went to my lawyer and asked him to speed up the divorce process. The divorce should be finalized in a few days” he said.

“Why are you telling me this? It’s got nothing to do with me. I’m just a coworker but not for much longer. I gave my two weeks’ notice; I found another job with a different company. I did it because we have no future together” I said.

“I know that you’re leaving the job and I’m going with you” he said.

“You can’t come with me! I need to get away.”

“One thing you didn’t realize, baby girl, is that yes I can come with you. You now work for me at my company. The good news is that I get to spend more time with you and fall deeper in love with you.”

“What?”

With nights like this, I do NOT miss bouncing at a club

I do a full body stretches to loosen up my muscles. Somehow I knew it was going to be a fun night so I figured I’d stretch just in case someone does something stupid but nothing’s new with that. It’s October and Halloween is around the corner, as is the full moon.

As I leave the locker room, Bob’s waiting just outside for me with a bag of my things. He said that he had a bit of a verbal confrontation with my coworker but Bob called my buddy from the NYPD and he came over to the apartment to oversee Bob grabbing some stuff….My buddy intentionally let it leak that I was his partner for a number of years before I got transferred to the Homicide Department.

As the night wore on, I swear people got crazier and crazier despite no full moon yet. It wasn’t the fact that people started dressing in costumes, it was their behavior. Most of the clubbers are regulars. I’ve gotten to know quite a few of them in the months that I was one of the bouncers but I became closest to my buddy Roderick.

Tonight was insane. A group of 5 military members tried to take out Rod because he’s a cross dresser. I love this guy to pieces. I said no way in hell that I’d let these military people bother my friend. They tried some crazy shit to get Rod out; they got to the point where he was lifted over their brainless skulls. The next thing I know, I have some 300 pound military guy trying to choke me out but an elbow to the gut followed by a fist to the nose got him to let me go. The short order cook (about a solid foot and a half taller than me) goes for his gun that he smuggled in but I knocked his ass out. He was out cold for a solid 3 minutes before I allowed Bob to call the EMT’s. The EMT’s know me and once they saw this bozo slowly coming to, they *tried* to stifle laughter. They checked him out to see if he was ok and he was. He said that he wanted to call the police to file a report against me. I said that there wasn’t any reason to call the police because I *AM* the police and that I was going to file a report against him for attempted assault on an officer. The guy pales and leaves Cielo with no need for an escort.

We closed at 3 am so we could clean up the club for the next big event in a few days. We worried about the bigger stuff: the trash, recycling, dirty panties, used condoms…you name it, we cleaned it up......wearing gloves! I made sure that the floors were well cleaned; first with a water and bleach mix followed by the normal floor cleaner and water.


By 4:30 am, I went home with Bob and his wife, Marla – she tends the bar. When we finally got to their place at 5, the first thing I do fall down face first onto the closest couch. I’m out in seconds. When I woke up at noon, I realized that I was SO tired, I didn’t even move an inch while asleep. I get up, head on over to the spare room and the attached bathroom to take a shower and become more human. I think I showered long enough to become a raisin. I brushed my teeth and hair, did minimal makeup, dressed and went into the kitchen to start cooking pancakes. One of our – Bob, Marla and I – traditions is who ever woke up first from a rough night got first dibs on the hot water then made chocolate chip pancakes and bacon.

I was still kinda tired from the previous night that I cut up the bacon to put in the pancake mix. After making about a million and a half pancakes, Bob and Marla wake up and sit at the table drooling over the stack of the bacon chocolate chip pancakes. They asked where the most important food is – the bacon – and I told them I ate it all. They weren’t too surprised at that since I’d done it before. They dig in, not suspecting the bacon inside the pancakes. Once they started eating, they found the mother load of all mother loads of bacon. I’m serious about bacon; I promise you that it’s its own food group and is the one thing that everyone should eat!


After we eat and clean up, I run back to the club to grab my badge and field weapon from the locker. Once armed with these items – pun intended – I head back to my coworker’s brother’s apartment to relax for the rest of the day and read a few books.


The following day, Sunday, I head to St Patrick’s Cathedral for mass. I see the military guy – the one who tried to choke me - walking in, crossing himself with the holy water and sitting down in one of the pews near me.


Once mass was over, I leave and heard someone calling out “Detective!” I turn to see who it is. It’s the military dude who tried to choke me. He said that he wanted to apologize for his behavior. I said that it’s not my job to forgive him and that he sure does need Jesus for that…thankfully he was in the right place to do that. I patted him on the shoulder and left.


As I was heading back to the apartment, I ran into A. He asked how I was and what I was up to. I told him – except for the bouncing part; I’m grateful that my scarf was covering the slight bruising that the bastard gave me on my neck. I asked him how he was doing. He said that he was good; he misses me but now understands why I left. He said that he still loves me – always will – but is now taking some time to be by himself and not rush into relationship. I nodded and wished him luck.


I jogged back to the apartment with a sense of renewal and that I, too, can take time to be by myself and heal from past relationships.

Working as a bouncer for the night

I redid my hair, brushed my teeth, threw my sneakers on, grabbed my phone, wallet and a bottle of water from the fridge. My feet took me to Cielo….the only club to go to; especially in the Meat Packing District. I used to bounce there up until I started the current job. They pay was good but not the fights I broke up; on more occasions than I’d like to admit I had more injuries by the end of the night than the people in the fights.

Once at the door, I grabbed my electronic key/id and as I entered, I got a few nasty looks from a few clubbers. Oh well. I went to the manager’s office to see if my former boss was around and he was; thankfully. I needed to talk to him and I knew I could talk to him about everything under the sun.

“Bob! Do you have any time for your favorite and shortest bouncer?” I ask.

“I’ve got all the time in the world for you” he said. “What’s wrong with my best bouncer, baby girl?”

I tell Bob everything….the situation with the coworker, finding out that his brother is our mutual boss, the break-in at my apartment and now me staying with my coworker at his brother’s apartment. I even admit my feelings for my coworker and that I know darn well that my coworker won’t leave his wife for me.

“I’ll go swing by the apartment to grab a few of your things so you can stay with my wife and I tonight. Are you wanting to do any bouncing tonight? I hear the crowd we’re getting tonight is a little unruly! I’m sure that you’d love to throw a few people out and break up a few fights tonight! You’re locker still has your stuff in it. Go get ready; I’ll run to the co worker’s brother’s apartment to get your stuff so you can spend the night with us!” he said.

I give him a big hug and the keys to the apartment. I go to the locker room and open up my locker. Happy to see that everything’s still there, I change. I also include my police badge and field weapon to my bouncer's uniform. Guess I forgot to mention that I’m NYPD as well, huh?

Another unbelievable explanation

When I woke up from my nap finding myself in my co worker’s arms, I thought I was a little hung over from the wine and was imagining things. I rubbed my eyes a little and blinked a few times. I decided to see if I could sit up to see if I was hung over and really being in my co worker’s arms OR imagining it.

“Hey, Deppgrl. Didn’t realize that you’d be wide awake after sleeping for only an hour” he said.

“What the hell are you doing? I wanted to sleep alone! Yeah I know that it’s your brother’s apartment but I did NOT invite you to join me in bed! Gah! I just wish you could leave me alone!”

“Babe. You were screaming about being attacked, I came in found you thrashing about in bed. The only way that you would calm down was when I joined you in bed and placed you in my arms. Once I did that, you calmed down and fell back asleep; you didn’t scream or thrash around anymore, you fell into a deep sleep. Despite how much you don’t like me, I’m very grateful that I was there just to hold you. I know that you needed your sleep and I felt that it was important to make sure that you sleep” he said.

“Oh. Well, thanks, I guess. I’m going out for a walk” I said.

Inconceivable

After stomping into the spare room, I grab the freshly laundered towels and went off to the bathroom attached to the spare room I was using. The bathroom was amazing! It was like you’d see in a mansion from the 1920’s era.

I strip and turn the knobs to get the water flowing. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds to get hot water (in my apartment it takes a good 10 minutes!). I quickly raid the cabinets and I find my favorite shampoo and conditioner as well as soap and bath salts. I take a quick shower to get the past few hours dirt off of me and then rinse out the tub so I can take a bath using my favorite bath salts. I hear a soft knock on the door; I throw a towel on and opened the door.

“What do you want? I had a rough few hours. I just want to soak in the tub and listen to some music” I said.

“I’m sorry that you’ve been through a shit load today. Seeing me and spending time here with me is one of the last things that you want to do especially with the door to your apartment. I’m sure it feels like insult to injury. I can apologize to you til I’m blue in the face about my estranged wife but the chances of you believing me are slim to none. I deserve the hostility and the mistrust.

That’s beside the point. The reason why I knocked is because I wanted to bring you a bottle of wine and a glass as well as a few candles. You found some books, right? I wasn’t sure what brand of wine you like so I figured Arbor Mist would be good and I know that you love blackberries so I got you the blackberry flavor” my co worker said.

“Thanks” I said. “I’ll take the wine and I don’t need any candles nor the glass. And yes, I found the books. Thanks. The water’s getting cold!”

My coworker left the bathroom, I locked the door and dropped the towel; being careful not to spill the wine. I was thankful that the water was still scorching hot…..it’d make the bath last a few minutes longer. Once comfortable, I took a long swig of the wine and grabbed a book. I looked at the cover and saw that it was “Coma” written by Robin Cook.

I read a bit of it but the stress of my door being kicked in, having sex with my coworker and the wine, I thought it be best to get out of the tub and take a long nap. I drain the tub, rinse off, hang the towel up and grab the bottle of wine as I walk a few steps over to the spare room. I get dressed in my pj’s, finished the wine and climb under the sheets. In a matter of moments, I fall asleep. It was a restless sleep and subconsciously I knew I was thrashing around the bed and was screaming.

At a certain point in the nap, I was in the in between state of mostly asleep and barely awake. I could’ve sworn that the bed dipped due to added weight but I fell back asleep. This time it was a deep slumber. When I woke up an hour later, I found myself in the arms of my snoring co worker.

An interesting explanation; not sure if I believe it

He took my suitcase and I took my bag of toiletries and books out to the waiting taxi. As we headed back to his brother’s apartment, neither of us said anything. What would normally be a 25 minute drive without the traffic took just about an hour. When we got to his brother’s building, I reached into my purse to grab my wallet so I could pay the driver but my co worker told me to save my money and that he already paid the driver and gave him a hefty tip. I thanked him, grabbed my bags and got out. As I made my second trip up the elevator in less than 24 hours, I couldn’t look at anyone in the building; I was doing my second walk of shame in the building. I knew everyone had seen me go into my co worker’s brother’s apartment for a quickie, do the walk of shame out and do the walk of shame back inside. I kept my head down, my hair hiding my face. I didn’t want anyone to see my embarrassment or see me crying. My co worker led us back to the apartment, opened up and followed me in. He took my bags from me and placed them in the spare room he cleaned and organized for my use.

“Do you want anything to drink? Any tea? Vodka?” he asked awkwardly.

“No thanks. You don’t have to do this; being nice to me. Look, I could always go back to my apartment or go to my buddy’s apartment. All we had was a good fuck. That’s all we had. There’s nothing between us; no chemistry, no love, no history. I wasn’t looking for anything more than a one night stand. We’ll call the boss, said that we got here but we won’t say anything about me going to my buddy’s apartment in the Village. I’ll be out of your hair and we won’t see each other again….unless work requires it” I said.

“I know that we’re awkward right now. I should’ve told you about my wife from the beginning but I’m sorry that I didn’t. I know that I don’t need to explain myself but I want to. I’m recently married, my wife and I moved to Texas but I couldn’t find a job there so my brother told me about the job I have now, so I came back, applied and now have the job. I invited my wife back as soon as I accepted the job but she likes it down there. I invited her again but she doesn’t want to. I filed legal documents stating I want a legal separation from her. We do have a daughter; she’s another man’s child but I’m her legal father.

The reason why I’m telling you this is because I felt that we had chemistry before you came over last night. I felt sparks fly between us. I know you weren’t looking for anything last night and neither was I; until we met. Baby, I feel something between us. You can deny it all you want, but sweetie, I know you. You want me as much as I want you but you’re afraid; you’ve been hurt before. I promise you this, love, I will never harm you or hurt you physically, emotionally or mentally; I’m incapable of hurting the woman I love. You witnessed that yourself last night. I do have to disagree with you on one thing about last night….It wasn’t a “good fuck” as you described it. A “fuck” implies no passion, a faked orgasm and one of the involved people leaves. Baby, what we had was making love….we had so much passion, neither of us faked despite you leaving in the end.

Let’s not call the boss man about you leaving. You’re staying with me. I called him this morning to let him know that I used his apartment with a special woman that I knew that works with the company but you left because you need to get stuff for your shift. He has an idea of what happened here last night but if he has any suspicion why you’re leaving twice in less than 24 hours, he’ll definitely know…it could be trouble for me if you leave” he said.

“WHAT?!?!” I shriek. “The boss is your brother? What are you? Half brothers? Step brothers? That little fucker! Wait….how could it be trouble for you if I leave? It already is trouble for you!” I said.

“We grew up in an orphanage together and neither one of us had any siblings. We were tight as time went one and once we both received our walking papers the day after out 18^th birthdays, we continued to call each other “brother” although we never changed our last names; never felt like it was important. It’ll be trouble for me if you leave because my brother threatened to expose the fact that I’m unhappily married man stepping out on my wife with a woman I love. This company is family owned and family run. I’d lose my job if I left. I made a deal with my brother; once the divorce papers are signed by both my estranged wife and me, I have to wait 6 months before I marry you. I can’t marry you less than 6 months after the divorce…..it has to be 6 months to the day and/or after the fact” he said.

“Hold the phone. Who the hell said I wanted to marry you? Even IF I did, how would I know that you wouldn’t be stepping out on me like you’re doing with your wife? Sorry, dude, but I don’t trust you nor can I. At this point, I don’t want to see you or hear you. Just lock me in the spare room until your brother allows me out of this miserable prison!” I said, grabbing a bottle of water and some crackers and stomped off to the spare room.

What made him think I’d marry him? I wouldn’t nor could I! Even IF he was legally separated from his wife or not, I wouldn’t know if he was stepping out on me. I’ve been cheated on before and I can’t trust anyone since then. Ugh. I called my boss to see what I could learn about my co worker and what he isn’t telling me.

All the boss told me is what his brother/my co worker told me. I asked if I would be safe with his brother and he said I’m safer with his brother than I would be at Fort Dix! I laughed and jokingly said trouble would still hunt me down and easily find me whether I’m at Fort Dix or with his brother. I knew at that moment, I’d have a fight between myself and my co worker before the end of the third day. I’m just hoping that it won’t be World War III……I know it’s gonna be ugly but hoping not TOO ugly.

Never ending shit with the coworker

I opted to take the train home instead of using a taxi for two reasons. One, it was significantly cheaper. Two, people on the train to leave you alone; especially if your hair looks like a rat’s nest and if you’ve got mascara streaming down your face from crying. The train ride would take longer than taking a taxi but I didn’t mind at this point. I needed to think without getting asked a shit load of questions by the driver.

Once getting to my stop, I got out and threw my Jimmy Choo’s back on and walked the two and half city blocks to my building. I kinda booked it because I needed to take a shower and get some sleep in the next three hours before I go to work. I got to my door and noticed that the door was kicked in. I immediately called a friend of mine who works as a detective with the NYPD, asking him to come over after I explained my door. He came running over from the station down the block and stopped before colliding into me. He asked if I touched anything since I had arrived and I said that I hadn’t. He grabbed his gun, mentioned police presence and entered my apartment.

He came back out moments later and said that there was nothing missing or moved from my apartment. He said that I should go in to do a thorough search just in case. As I did so, he called crime scene techs in to double check as well and called the building manager to come up and to check out the door.

I called my boss and explained the situation. He said that he’d go ahead and pay me for the day as I took care of my apartment. He said that he’d pay me for the following  two days after that well so I could take the time I need to get my shit together, get the door fixed and maybe move into another building where there’s better security. I thanked my boss for his kindness and his understanding. Before hanging up with him, he said that he’s sending one of the closest field reps to pick me up so I could spend a few days with them as everything gets taken care of.

I go back into the apartment to gather some belongings so I could stay with the unnamed coworker that’s on their way. I should just ask my buddy from the NYPD if I could just crash on his super uncomfortable couch for a few days instead. As I walk over to him and just about to ask him, guess who walks in? No one other than the married coworker I’d just left a hours ago. I call my boss back asking if I could just send my coworker into work without me spending time at his house. I even mentioned my friend in the NYPD but my boss was insistent on my co worker. It didn’t work, unfortunately! I was to go home with my co worker and I was dreading it.

No longer engaged

Working some place different as A has been great for me. I've no longer had to rely on him and it's given us some space. I took my dad's truck over to A's while he was working, grabbed my stuff, left my key, my ring and a note explaining that I needed to end the engagement; thankfully after a few calls I was able to get ourselves a refund on what we put a deposit down on.

Don't get me wrong, I still love A very much and still kept my promise of setting M and B up but I can't be engaged to OR married to a man who tries to control me.

Once I got back home and unloaded my stuff from my dad's truck, my parents asked what happened. I told them that I had to end the engagement due to the fact that A was very controlling, he hated the fact that I was working someplace else, hated the fact that most of my friends are men, I had to tell him where I was going and who I was going out with (even had to give him their numbers). They were saddened a bit because they knew that A genuinely loves me but obviously had some issues showing me that he does. I say good riddance.

I ended up calling one of my new co workers to see if he were interested in going out for drinks. He didn't even hesitate; he said yes. We met up after we both got out of work. It was a great relief to chill and relax. We were there so long that we were told "Last call" about a hundred times. We stumbled outside and walked a block to his brother’s apartment.

As soon as we got in, we collapsed on the couch and continued to talk. Not long after, as I curled up against him, he started to kiss me. I had to pull back.....I'd just ended my engagement to a man I loved and now I'm kissing another man? I decided that I won’t let it bother me since I was no longer engaged and that I was a free woman.

I decided to kiss my coworker right back. In a matter of moments, we stripped off our clothes as we headed to the bedroom and started having sex. The way he touched and caressed my body was explosive. I couldn’t stop climaxing and screaming in pleasure.

After we both climaxed, we cuddled for a bit until his phone rang. He sighed and looked at who was calling.

“Hey, baby. How ya’ doing tonight? Oh. Me? I’m at my brother’s apartment watching ESPN2. Yeah. I’ll be leaving soon. Please kiss the baby good morning for me. Ok. See you soon. Love you, too” he said.

I got up and went to grab my clothes and glasses. Once I was dressed and wearing my glasses, I left the bed room to grab my phone from my purse to call a taxi.

“Hey. I need a taxi to come pick me up. Last taxi left at 2:45 am? Oh. I didn’t realize that you guys don’t come out this way. No. It’s fine. I’ll walk there from here. I know its 4 am in New York City and it’s not safe. I still need to get a taxi to get me the rest of the way home; there’s no way in hell that I’m walking over 100 city blocks to get home at this time of the morning. I’ll be there within an hour; yeah I know that I’m only a few blocks away but I’m wearing 6 inch heels. I’ll be there soon” I said then I hung up.

I grab the rest of my stuff and snag a water bottle out of the fridge. As I’m almost out the door, my coworker grabs me by the arm to stop me.

“Where are you going? I thought you’d be spending the night here with me” he said.

“You’re married. You couldn’t even tell me when I came in. If you did, I wouldn’t have had sex with you; I would’ve slept on the couch or something until I was ok enough to leave! Oh my God….I can’t believe I had sex with you. You used me to cheat on your wife. You have a baby for God’s sake! Thankfully we’re not working on the same field team. Do me a favor, delete my number, forget this ever happened and forget me” I said as I stormed out.

As soon as I got in the elevator, I took off my Jimmy Choo’s and grabbed them. Once off the elevator, I booked it to the closest train station to get back to my apartment. All I wanted was to get back home and all I needed was good hot shower and a quick nap before heading into work. I just hoped it worked!

Getting hit on while shopping at the food store

I started my new job this week. It was a great start to an amazing week. As hard as it was to not work with A all the time as well as not being with him 24/7. We’ve been stressed and snapping at each other all the time. We were in desperate need to force some kinda separation from each other before we said or did anything that we would’ve regretted. It’s a bit of a blessing that I have this job. It’s got a part of my work history/experience (sales) as well as my education (psychology, criminal justice and sociology).

Let’s take the afternoon that M and I had gone to the dive bar after work one afternoon. I’d told A that I was meeting with M there and that I’d mention that I was setting him up with my buddy B. A started getting in a huff after I got home 5 minutes later than I said I’d be home. A was jealous despite the fact that M is bisexual but is more sexually attracted to men than he is to women. A was jealous and he snapped when I got back home.

Just the other day, I told A that I was going back to stay with my parents for a few days because we were fighting too much. He wasn’t happy with that but understood the reason why (which was us fighting). So after coming home from church yesterday, my parents asked me to run to the food store to do some food shopping for the week. I said sure and off I went.

As I was in the shampoo aisle, I saw the shampoo that Mom wanted but not the conditioner. I went to customer service. The kid there said that the staff who take care of that aisle weren’t there today and nobody else knows where the conditioner is in the stock room. I asked if he could ask someone else to go back there and he said no. I nodded in the direction of the manager and I told the kid that his manager is right over my shoulder a few feet over and that he could ask him. The kid looked frightened to do so. I asked the manager myself. He went and took a look in the stock room; the conditioner wasn’t in stock. He offered a rain check and I said that I had a coupon that I wanted to use but it still had some time. So we went over to the shampoo aisle to look at the brand of shampoo that Mom wanted and that I had a coupon for. He said that he’d authorize the 2 in 1 shampoo/conditioner when I check out.

He asked for my number and I said that I was engaged. He asked why the engagement ring was on my right ring finger instead of the left ring finger. I explained that A and I had been fighting often since we live together and until recently worked together; that we’re practically attached at the hip. The manager asked if I was still engaged and I said that yes, I am but not sure if my fiancée and I are going to end it or not since we fight more than anything else at the moment. He just nodded his head and said ok then he went on his way.

I finished my shopping and as I was unloading the bags from the cart to my car, the manager came out and helped despite my protests. I was about to hop into the car and he gently held me back from getting in. I looked him kinda funny then I realized he was about to kiss me. I was about to remind him that I am engaged, he kissed me with passion that I never felt before, even with A. I felt a fire burning in the pit of my stomach as I was kissing him back but I had to pull away.

I thanked the manager for showing me the passion that my fiancée and I were missing and reminded him that I’m still engaged. I got in the car and drove back to my mother’s. I felt a little guilty; I should’ve felt a whole lot more guilty than I was.

Two weeks' notice

I talked to my temp agency last week to officially give them my two weeks’ notice. They weren’t happy; especially D. It didn’t matter because D’s leaving, not sure when. T – the overnight supervisor – found another job and his last night was Thursday into Friday morning. V – the afternoon supervisor – left yesterday.

It’ll be tough not working with A every day because it’s something I’ve gotten used to and I loved working with my fiancé. I hadn’t had any problems with any of the guys since A and I announced our engagement

Some sad news.

Dear Readers,

First I just want to thank you for joining me in this bumpy ride and following my blog despite not flowing evenly, properly or whatever term you want to use.

Second, I’m sorry that I haven’t posted since I announced the engagement of A and I. Life’s been a little crazy with the wedding come up soon plus the three supervisors at my temp agency are all leaving and their replacements are getting shown the ropes. I’m really not making it easy for any of the new supervisors. A and I are working like crazy; working 12 hour days so I end up seeing the new supervisors. They all threaten to get rid of me once they’re official – which will be in 3 weeks. The funny thing? I gave my two weeks’ notice the other day….I’ll be gone before they can get rid of me. Plus I’m not making too big of trouble; I’m not really listening to them – I’m listening to A since he pretty much stole me out of the clutches of the agency and became my unofficial boss.

The last thing. Ugh. Very sad to announce that my (distant) cousin died the other day. I’ve met him a few times over the past 30 odd years. It hurts to know that he died young (mid 60’s) and has kids my age.

I’ll be taking some time away to mourn my cousin. I hope you understanding.

Xoxo

Deppgrl

Prendere un giorno di malattia/Taking a sick day

Ciao a tutti! Per i miei lettori americani, Happy Labor Day! Per i miei lettori non americani, Buon lunedì!

Sperando che tutti si sta godendo il loro giorno - anche se è il temuto Lunedi. Mi sono bloccato a letto passando attraverso scatole dei tessuti, la medicina freddo, tè caldo, gocce per la tosse, i libri e maglieria. Potrei anche iniziare a guardare Il Padrino Trilogia ..... cioè se riesco a stare sveglio!

È ora di aggiungere un altro felpa, paio di calzini e coperta ..... Sono assolutamente odio essere freddo quando sono malato.



Hello, everyone! To my American readers, Happy Labor Day! To my non American readers, Happy Monday!

Hoping everyone is enjoying their day - even though it is the dreaded Monday. I am stuck in bed going through boxes of tissues, cold medicine, hot tea, cough drops, books and knitting. I might even start watching The Godfather Trilogy.....that is if I can stay awake!!

Time to add another sweatshirt, pair of socks and blanket.....I totally hate being cold when I am sick.

Everything's going swimmingly

            Everything’s been going pretty swimmingly since A and I became engaged. We were talk of the ENTIRE factory and every department for almost a week. It was rather amusing to be honest!! The funniest thing about it is that D was sending me nasty looks ever since A told him about the engagement. He’d been making working on the day shift worse than it already was. A told D’s boss that I’ll be working closely with A on every shift; I’d be scheduled the same shift that A was….We’d start with the overnight shifts, the following week would be afternoon shifts and the last week would be day shift. He thought it’d be best because D was treating me much worse than he had been for a while.
            More often than not, I’d spend the night at A’s; slowly moving my belongings into his house. The nights that I was at my house with my parents’ house were the nights that A would go through his deceased wife’s things figuring what to donate, throw out or to sell. I told him that I want him to keep her wedding dress, engagement and wedding rings, their wedding photos and anything else of sentimental value. He cried hearing that. The days that A went through his wife’s things, I’d stay at my parents’ house to give him as much space as he needed and him knowing that with one text or phone call, I’ll pack a bag and head back to his house.
            When we weren't working, we’d go through small venues and small churches to see which ones we liked the best. Considering that this is his second wedding and my first, we wanted a small venue because we didn't want many people; we only wanted the people closest to us. My nephew would be the ring bearer and my friend, B, would be the flower man. I’d have two of my closest friends as a matron of honor and maid of honor, he’d have his father and his closest work buddy “M” as his best men.

            We had several big discussions of the food. He wanted spicy food and I wanted Italian food as well as comfort food (like macaroni and cheese, fried chicken). We finally agreed on the Italian and comfort foods; some choices would be spicy. The cake tradition wouldn't work out. I love cake, he doesn't  He loves cheesecake, I don’t. We both love ice cream, cookies and brownies….so that would take the place. Over the weekends that we didn’t work, we baked brownies and cookies and storing them in the huge storage freezer at my parents’ house.

            Our funds for the wedding and reception venues, my dress, the cost of the food (including the ice cream, brownies and cookies), there wasn’t enough money so we had an idea. We emailed everyone in our individual email addresses – plus our joint one – and explained that if they received a text from either A or I with wedding details, to save the text, RSVP (with or without a date) and when the get to the church for the wedding, show the security guys the text (they’d have to show the same text at the reception).

            The other day at work, M – A’s best man – was wondering how I got A’s attention a few short months ago. I said that I had no idea how but grateful that I did. B asked how A got my attention and I said that he went out of his way to chase me down every shift that we worked together and his smile. B said that sounded cheesy and yet romantic. I told him to wait until he finds the right person. He said that nobody at work knows that he’s bisexual. I had a conspiracy brewing in my head. I asked if A knew of B’s bisexuality and M said that A did. All I said was good then went off to find A

“Baby!! Babe, two things. I gotta have you soon and I need your help setting M up at the wedding with a friend of mine!” I said

          A grabbed me by the hand and we ran to the supply closet where we had our sexual encounter. Once he locks the door, we rip our clothes off and start having hot, wild and crazy sex. After fulfilling our needs several times, I tell A my plan.

“You know my buddy, B, right? The one that’s gonna be the flower man, right?” I ask.

“Yeah I know him. What about him? He’s gay?” A asked.

“Kinda. He’s bi. M’s bi. I’ve seen them eye each other when they work the same shifts. It’s not the “I’m weary of you” eyeing but it’s the “I’m undressing you with my eyes and imagining 101 ways to have sex with you” eyeing. We’ll set them up at the wedding. I don’t mind if it’ll be a one night stand or if it leads into a relationship!”

“I’m in! B’s you’re best friend and M’s mine! We gotta get them set up!” A said.

       We get dressed and head back to work. I return back to the line I was working on with M. M knew that I just had sex with A (I still can’t believe that we’re engaged!) but is unaware of the plan that A and I have. When the shift ends, I pull M aside and ask him to join me for a beer at the local dive bar. He said sure and I went off to tell A. A is a little surprised but is fine that I’m heading out with his best friend. I swing by A’s house, shower and change then out the door to meet B. 

“Hey, M. Thanks for meeting me here. This bar is my favorite place to go after work. The owner and bartender knows what I want by the look on my face after plopping down on a bar stool after a shift."
"I'm just a little curious why we're meeting. We've never hung out after work before; with or without A"

Aye. Afternoon shift

I wasn’t originally scheduled to work this week but ended up going in Wednesday for the second shift. It was kinda uneventful until I accidentally nicked my thumb with a box cutter (I was thoroughly distracted by A!). He brought me over to the team room so I could clean the nick (bleeding a bit) and put on a special band aid (it has a metal strip between the gauze thing and the adhesive).

“Lemme see your hand” A said.

“I can do it myself, thanks!” I said.

“I know you can’t stand blood. Lemme do it” A said.

“Oye!” I said. “Fine. But it’s not that much blood.”

“Are you meschuggina? You’re turning all shades of green!”

“Just feeling a little funny. Can’t stand the smell of blood. Yeah I know it’s a small amount but I can still smell the iron in blood” I said.

A gets out of the chair, guides me to the chair, helps me sit and places a garbage can near me in case I need to vomit. No wonder I’m crushing on him!! Anyways, he grabs an alcohol wipe and a band aid. After opening the foil up, A reaches for my thumb and gently cleans off the blood.

“HOLY FUCK!” I scream. “Sorry, I keep forgetting how much alcohol stings any kind of scrape or cut! Please forgive me…..I normally don’t curse like that.”

“It’s fine. Look……I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am I didn’t tell you about my wife before. I don’t want to forget her nor do I want to replace her. She did tell me before she died that she’s fine with me remarrying and having children. Grrr; stupid band aid. Where was I? Oh yeah. Anyways, I love you very much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know that this is the last place to propose, but Deppgrl, would you marry me?” A said.

“YES!!” I said as I flew out of the chair and into his arms, kissing him with every fiber of my being. “Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes!!”

“I take it that your answer is a yes! I’m so glad you said yes!” A said as he leaned down to kiss me. He reaches into a drawer at his desk and pulls out a Tiffany blue box. How did he know that I absolutely ADORE Tiffany’s? I have no idea but the man has class!!

“Now, I need to do this the right way,” A said as he dropped to one knee; opening the box. “Deppgrl, would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

“Yes, A!” I start crying as he pulls out a 3 carat diamond ring set on a platinum band; placing it on my finger. “How did you know about this ring?”

“Long story but I’ll make it short. I talked to D who talked to your folks and your mother said that you ADORE Tiffany’s and wanted a ring similar to this one. I’ve met your parents a few times and they asked me after the first few minutes of meeting them for the very first time if I was going to marry you. I said that I wanted desperately to and they know about my first wife.

That day that you came over was going to be the day I proposed but it wasn’t meant to be that day because you needed the time to know about and accept my first wife; I’ll always love her but my love for you is different; stronger and better.

Now as for D, yes, I am aware that you guys had sex in the office upstairs. He told me that after I told him that I wanted to marry you and take you out of his grips. I wasn’t happy to hear that you had sex with him but that’s in the past and before anything happened with us. Yes, I did call him to ask him to reach out to you the day you stormed out of my house. I didn’t want to reach out to you too much but thought it’d be better if your boss did.”

“I wish I could’ve been the one to introduce you to my parents but I’m kinda glad I didn’t. I would’ve suspected that you were going to talk to them about us and proposing; I most likely would’ve stopped you! But thank you, in this case, for going behind my back. Please don’t do it in the future, ok, love??” I said.

“Anything for you, my beloved, anything for you!” A said and leaned down to kiss me again. “I’m taking you back to OUR home after the shift. We have some catching up to do!”

I blushed like an innocent woman. After finishing the shift, I showered at work and drove a minute to A’s house. After letting myself in, I headed back up to the master bedroom and put on a lacey, sexy negligee. It was a little on the older side but still looked good. I knew that A would have a hard time resisting me wearing it and knew he’d rip it right off.

He came home about 30 minutes after I arrived, came into the room, carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels. I knew I was right when I accepted his proposal. Gorgeous and loving fiancée, the ring I always wanted and some JD.

I don’t think we slept a wink that night but did manage a little bit of sleep before he had to mow the lawn. I looked around the room and I was right. He ripped the negligee into shreds. The bottle of Jack was empty. I looked at my reflection in the mirror above the armoire. I looked a little worse for wear but I was happy

Nothing really to report

Sorry I've been leaving y'all hanging. There really hasn't been anything exciting going on at work...A is out sick, D has been leaving me alone; somewhat. I'm taking some extra hours on V's shift to help with bills. B wasn't scheduled this week so it's a little quiet now.

On a different note, as I was at church Sunday....it seemed like a lightning bolt hit both the pastor and I at the same time. I can't describe what happened or how it happened or let alone WHY it happened.....All I know is that it happened.

We talked a little bit and I invited him to join me for lunch. He accepted and we went to my favorite place less than a mile from the church. We just talked, laughed and got to know each other.