Chapter 6
Jaxon
I’m beyond frustrated. Shortly after I woke up this morning in the guest bedroom, Franklin alerted me to the fact that Melody deleted the app from her phone. It explains why I never received a message last night. What was she thinking?! Was she truly not interested in me, or is it something else? I throw my phone across the room and watch as it hits the wall, and the screen completely shatters.
“Well… now you’re going to need a new phone, bro,” Franklin states the obvious.
“Not helping, Franklin. Why would she delete the app after swiping right on me? It makes no sense!”
“I don’t know man. I don’t know how a woman’s mind works. They are mysterious creatures.”
“I’m not used to this, Franklin. You know how it is at the club every weekend. Women all but throw themselves at me. But not her. She just ran for the hills.”
“Yeah, it’s strange, I’ll give you that. Maybe lay off a bit. Who knows, maybe she’ll redownload the app when she has enough time to think it over.”
“I want you to consistently monitor her phone and her whereabouts for me. Set up an alert anytime she is somewhere other than home and relay the info to me. Is that understood?”
“You got it, bro. I’ll keep you posted.”
Franklin has no idea the lengths I will go to in order to finally grab her attention. Realizing there is nothing more to do right now, I head home, but first stop to get a new phone. I’m tempted to swing by her house, but my resolve can only go for so long. I don’t know if I would be able to keep myself from entering her house knowing her tantalizing body is just on the other side of the door.
Pulling up to my building, I turn the car down into the private garage. As I come around the bend, I lower my window and enter in the code. The gate swings open and I’m through. A few more turns and suddenly the motion activated lights are lighting up the room. A few of my most treasured vehicles are within this garage, and the one I’m most interested in right now is my Ducati Panigale V4. It’s my favorite vehicle on two wheels. She’s sleek, and matte black with red detailing. She has a top speed of 215 mph with restrictions off, not that I’ve ever gotten her up to that speed. She’s my favorite for a reason. I park and exit my BMW and make my way over to the lockers I keep over by the motorcycles. Opening the first locker, I grab out my Dainese Avro leathers and get them on. Not too many wear them out on the road, but when you have a need for speed like I do, you take precautions.
The next thing I grab is my AGV Pista Carbon helmet. She’s a sleek black with red details to match the bike. A lot of people ride without a helmet out here in California, but I’ve never been one to take that risk. My brothers and I have experienced one too many riding buddies that have met a gruesome end without their helmets.
Once I’m all decked out in my riding gear, I start up the Ducati. She purrs to life and it’s the most satisfying sound. I swing a leg over and settle into the bike. While gripping the handle bars, I flip the kickstand with my riding boot, gently release the clutch, and I’m gone.