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Posted: Sep 13 2017, 06:11 AM
23 years old
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the trophy husband
you gonna call?
Smoke billowed up from where the rubber was spinning against the bitumen, the smell of the burning tyre rose into the air and assaulted the young man's nostrils pleasantly. He loved that smell, loved the sound of the bike as it did the burnout, loved the turn out that had shown up for the little meet up of other motorcyclists that probably should learn to obey the road rules a little better. Leaning against his white Honda cbr, arms crossed over his chest, goodie was quite content to just sit and watch for now. He wasn't himself that night, usually the first to jump in and do some dumb stunts on his bike (he was too reckless with his bikes, but with the amount of money he had at his disposal it didn't matter how many he totalled - all the crashes and falls had actually managed to teach him how to perfect his stunts), the young man was quiet and reserved. Preferring to spectate, he wasn't quite as wallflowery as he would have thought (tall, dark and handsome clad in his leathers was hard to miss), but he didn't notice the two pretty girls making eyes at him.
All day he’d been off, and while he blamed most of it on the slight hangover he had (nothing that couldn’t be cured by having an upper, really), he refused to be honest with himself and admit to the real problem.
she had so many ways of keeping him in check, and while he had pushed his boundaries more than a little with the back to back parties from sunday night through until the night before, he still had been shocked to the core by what he’d found in their bed that morning. Tangled in the sheets, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that some revenge sex had gone on in the bed he shared with her - only the sex hadn’t included him at all and he’d just stood there, staring at the other man. The one night stand (or so goodie hoped) had just stared at him back, both so shell shocked they hadn’t found any words to say to each other.
it had hurt goodnight moon, hurt him real bad, and he really didn’t know what to do or say about it. He loved her, and while this wasn’t the first time (and most likely not the last), he didn’t have any thoughts of divorcing her or seeking his own revenge sex. He was just down, like a sad pup, and so he’d spent the day trying to distract himself with as many of his friends as he could.
they’d been too busy, though, everyone had their own lives and he understood that. So there he was, watching but not watching the people that were his sort-of friends but not interacting much with them at all. That was until one of them came over to him, handing him a beer from who knew where, and slapped him on the back. Goodie looked up, roused from his thoughts, and flashed a weak smile as he tried to force it all to the back of his head, “Oh, hey, sorry. Sort of still coming down. What’s up?”