do something like write or be a wife and mother.
I’d always been a disappointment to my stringent family, my lack of ambition had caused them great amounts of angst. I’d just never found anything in academia that had really caught my attention.
I’d always felt like I was drifting through life just hoping something would find me and spark passion in my heart.
I ran past a group of school kids inspecting marine life in the tidal pools left behind on the sand and smiled to myself. I wanted a child of my own one day after I found a husband and started a life with him.
I guess I was just old fashioned, but in this day and age it was frowned upon to admit that you simply wanted to care for your family.
I never wanted to be like my mom, stressed and overworked and still expected to take care of the house and dinners and kids. She was so over scheduled that her rigid world views had been applied to my life from day one and I’d always hated it. Feminism should be about choice though, and it was ironic that none of my feminist friends seemed like they wanted to support my dreams of a family.
I ran through a winding path along a wide grassy field where people were playing soccer. My ankle was remarkably strong even after feeling achy last night. I was getting revitalized by the blood pumping through my body and the thoughts being driven out of my head.
Not all of them were though, the image of Ryker on his knees between my thighs wouldn’t be pushed out no matter hard I tried.
He’d brought me there, to that peak of ecstasy, played me like a musical instrument he’d been practicing for years, and then walked out.
He’d fucking walked away after giving me that, after sending my head reeling with pure and utter bliss.
I was so angered at the thought that I put on some steam and raced down a slight hill towards the beach again and my final portion of the run.
“Slow down, sexy,” some loser in loose jogging pants and a bad comb over said as I sped by. My music was loud enough that I pretended I didn’t hear him.
I didn’t even look back, my ponytail swung and my heart matched the rhythm of my feet on the pavement and I slowly but surely drove Ryker from my head.
By the time I crossed back over the busy city streets I felt refreshed and rejuvenated. Running had done the trick and it had cleared my head of all the cluttered emotions I had for Ryker.
I’d be stick thin if I hung around him for long though, especially if I went on a run every time he frustrated me.
I walked back into the apartment and headed to my room. I heard something over my music and pulled my ear buds out.
“Margot, come here,” Tawny whined from the kitchen.
I was panting and sweating lightly but I walked to where she was anyways.
“What is it?” I asked, lifting my shirt up to wipe my face.
“Gross, why do you do that to yourself? You look like a mess,” she said from her seat at the table, her cocktail of vitamin powders and nutritional supplements spread out in front of her.
“So I don’t have to take that crap,” I told her and pointed at the table. “I’d rather be healthy the natural way.”
“Ugh, whatever,” Tawny replied.
“Is that it?” I asked. “I have to get ready for work.”
“No, I need to ask you something,” she said with an evil grin.
“What?”
“ What will never happen again?” she smirked and held up the card from Ryker.
Dammit. I must have left it on the counter.
“None of your business,” I sniffed, snatched the card of her hand and turned on my heel to leave.
“He couldn’t get it up or something?” she asked. “I’ve never had that happen with a guy so I wouldn’t know how to react, but I’m sure you’ve encountered it before.”
“Seriously Tawny, you’re way off base here,” I replied and kept walking away, “and honestly, being able to bang random dudes isn’t exactly something to write home about.”
I slammed my bedroom door and cursed myself for leaving the