WORK IN PROGRESS: Jet and Parker

Chapter 8 (Jet): A Story Coming Out

Copyright © 2024 by GroveltoHEA

The seventh book dedication from Jet to Parker:

Every day when I wake up, my hand cups your cheek until your eyes flutter open.

I press my lips to yours.

Then I pull you  into my arms, absorbing you into me for another day.

I will never get my fill of you even if I live to be one hundred.

I love loving you, Parker.

"Me?" My wife was asking at the same time she was making a horrible face and pretending to gag. "He's got pictures of me on his phone? How the hell did he get them?"

"I imagine on the sly when you were at the clubhouse for parties."

"Can you steal his phone and, I don't know, run it over with a cement truck? Or run him over for being incredibly creepy? That's seriously icking me out, Jet."

"I wasn't happy, either, but I can't show my hand yet."

"Why? You know he thinks he's in love with me...but wait. If that's true, why is Crisp with Rhonda? Maybe he's over me?"

"I don't think so. I think someone else is involved but I can't figure out the why of him being involved and how this all works out. I don't know what his motivation is for being part of this."

We both thought about that for a moment.

"So, say Crisp still wants me," Parker theorized. "He pretends to be with Rhonda even though she wants you. They work together to break us up, although why he thinks I'd be interested in a man who has the personality of a tree stump, I have no idea, but there's also no guarantee that you're going to fall madly in love with Rhonda despite all of the time you spent together at the clubhouse and all the shit you let her say about me on the phone."

I fucking loved my wife. She never missed an opportunity to twist whatever angry knife she was driving into me, and she didn't disappoint now.

"Park, I never said anything about you to her, much less criticized you to her. She's smart enough to know from meeting you a few times that you didn't like her and to say things to set you off. Your resting bitch face game with her was on point and left her in no uncertain terms that you would prefer she go away, preferably to the fieriest depths of hell, never to be seen again."

"I was polite to her. I even smiled at her once," she muttered. 

"Your idea of a smile and mine can be quite different at times. It was more like baring your teeth to let her see all of your pearly whites at once. Like when a great white shark is opening his mouth for the kill. She just yelled shit out to fuck with you --"

"And you let her!"

"Normally, I ignored her while I was on the phone with you and then the second I hung up, I set her straight and told her to keep her mouth shut."

"Well, that worked out really well since she never, you know, stopped."

"Short of punching her in the mouth, how could I stop her?"

"I see nothing wrong with punching her anywhere on her nasty face."

"Feel free next time you see her."