Chasing The Cowboy Dream... Chapter Twenty Five... Crystal’s  Retreat

M.J. quickly averted his gaze, shut off the water and grabbed Crystal by the arm and escorted her to where her clothes were in a crumpled heap in the living room area without bothering to get dressed himself or even grab a towel. “Put your clothes on...right now!” He was beyond mad, he was fuming! She had always done this, showed up when it suited her needs. She was pretty, and fun in the sack, but that was about it. No mystery or intrigue. No engaging conversation. Nothing that made him glad to be a man. She was merely a toy, a distraction...

He had met Crystal on the many trips he had taken in recent years to promote the ranch and stock. She started off as a “Buckle Bunny” and worked up successfully to a “Gold Digger” in a short amount of time. Many men were lonely and liked the way she looked on their arm, or the way the buddies would be envious of them. So they gave into her every whim.

She wanted to be wined and dined, showered with gifts, attention and complements. 

She had many men that she saw on a regular basis, but truth be told, if Crystal didn’t get her way she was quick to move on to the next tartget that would make her feel like a princess. Even if that meant whoring herself out. He was tired of that life. And until he had met Janet, and found out the kind of woman she was and how she made him feel... well, he wanted to be with her and only her every way possible. He was dumb struck over the realization that he was smitten with her completely!

Crystal jerked her arm back out of M.J.’s grip, hard. Her eyes went from aqua to deep emerald green, glittering in her own anger. “Damn M.J., what is your problem? We have always met up for a good time...I want you baby...” her voice became soft and smooth like fine cognac as she tried to walk towrds him. Sultry. Sensual. The perfume she wore permeated the suite and his senses. It only proved to make him even angrier.

“Look, I said get dressed. You don’t listen do you? Get on your damn clothes and whore yourself somewhere else!”

She whimpered, purely an act, pleading with her eyes. “I SAID GET THE HELL OUT!” 

She quickly grabbed the clothes and made for the bathroom. M.J. cut her off.

“The door is that way!” 

She turned, held her head up and said “You are really a pathetic piece of work M.J. I know how you have lived your life, you are a bigger whore than I am!” That was it, he had it with this bitch!

He grabbed her arm again, hard enough for her to squeal in pain from his grip. He drug her to the door, her shouting names and obscinities at him at the top of her lungs. He opened the door and tossed her into a crumpled mess in the hallway.

The room service waiter that was in the hall couldn’t believe what he was seeing!

M.J. looked at him and said “There’s a $200 tip in it for you if you remove this trash from the hall.” Crystal gasped at the words said. The Waiter just looked dumbfounded and replied “Yes sir!” and helped Crystal to her feet. M.J. closed the door and chuckled to himself. 

“Get your hands off of me!” she shrilled. She dressed and vowed that M.J. would pay for this! She didn’t care how long it took, he would pay and pay dearly.

She huffed down the hall, only having one high heeled shoe on, the other was back in the suite, walking off kilter. 

The Waiter watched her wiggling her ass and trying to be dignified and had to stiffle his own laughter!

Chasing The Cowboy Dream... Chapter Twenty Four... The Past Catches Up

M.J. could not believe what was happening. Why here, why now? And just how did she get in here? Did she bribe the staff?

Crystal looked up to gaze at him in his bewildered state. Water hung on her long lashes, her aqua eyes sparkling beneath them. The water cascaded off her breasts, her full pouting lips teasing as she absent mindedly bit the lower one. She pushed past him, and leaned into the spray of the shower, arching her back seductively. Her head back, throat exposed. She could feel his eyes on her. She ran her hands over her wet hair, slicking it back. She turned allowing the water to run down her spine and down her long legs to her red painted toes.

In her lazy southern drawl, she cooed to him, “Aren’t you glad to see me darlin’? Did you forget that you gave me the key the last time I was here since you always get the same suite... that nice man at the front desk sure remembered me...” 

He just looked at her incredulously. This wasn’t happening!

Jack was barreling down the highway. He removed the gun from his waistband and laid it on the bench seat of the truck beside him.

“Rowdy”, he muttered... “You always were dumb, you made this so easy”. He was trying to think of anytime that he had ever thought about Rowdy as an equal or as a business partner. He couldn’t think about a time when he really thought that. In his opinion Rowdy was a stooge, he trusted Jack completely, but he was good for doing the brunt of the work. But Jack was the brains of the outfit. Side Winder had proven to be a handful, but he was paid handsomely for him. He didn’t want to share the profit with Rowdy, he thought up this whole scheme. He laid the ground work. He found the buyer. He did it all, he reasoned to himself.

He looked up at the gas guage. Damn. Need to stop and gas up, he didn’t want to be seen. No telling who may have seen them at the arena when they loaded the bull into the trailer. And Jack had a past to contend with.

He turned on the blinker, turned into the driveway and pulled up to the pumps. The old man inside acknowledged him and waved him to go ahead. Jack started the pump up and looked around to see if there was someplace to get a bite and maybe a room. He was beat.

About that time he looked up from shutting off the pump to see a police cruiser pull up beside him. 

“Hey there... we would like to talk to you!” Both the cops were getting out of the vehicle, the passenger had his weapon drawn. 

“Oh damn!”, was all Jack could say.

Charlie was nervous. Not just about the wedding, but about his past. Something that he wasn’t proud of. Something that he wished he could forget about. Even John and MaryAnn and the ranch hands didn’t know about this. If they did, hell, he wouldn’t have a job or have been with Walela. 

He had always avoided going to town. The other hands were trying to get him to do so now. Take him down to the Saloon, for a bit of a celebration... just the ranch hands and their boss. Charlie knew this was going to catch up with him sooner or later, he just hoped that his time hadn’t run out. But now everything was beginning to unravel in his mind. If they found out, he would lose his jopb, his home, his hummingbird and his life...

He was a deserter from the US Army...and was wanted for high treason. And there was an Army command post in town. He knew his picture was on a poster hanging on its walls...

“Janet...some guy on the phone for you!”. April said it almost in a sing-song fashion, winking as Janet brushed past her to take the call. Janet stuck her tongue out at her playfully and said she would take the call in her office.

She thought to herself that M.J. couldn’t wait to talk to her and make plans. A playful grin on her face as she closed the door to her office. April stuck her tongue out at Janet and giggled.

“This is Janet...” she took in a breath and tried to stay calm. Then she heard the voice that made her blood run cold...

“I tracked you down again”, his evil chuckle could not be contained.

”Drew....” she almost whimpered. She dropped the phone, then the room turned black.

So now I live 2 doors down in a new place.