My Perfect Other Half Ch. 04

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Chapter 4: Destiny

Ten years later

It was a Sunday afternoon in June when Tyler McGhee, age 32, went for his usual Sunday run. He wasn’t a runner by choice but one who valued the need to maintain his fitness and a healthy physique. Ever since his 30th birthday, running had become part of his life. At first, he despised running in all its forms. It didn’t matter if he jogged outside, aqua-jogged in 80-degree pool water, ran on a treadmill, worked out on a stair-stepping machine or trudged along on a zero-impact elliptical. He hated it all. Yet he gave the same advice to almost every one of his patients: “You do workout, don’t you? You know you need to walk or run at least three days a week,” he would advise. He provided this wisdom to most everyone in his clinic and did so without guilt until that eventful day two years previous.

It was Mabel, a mid 70’s patient who was seeing him after a mild stroke. After giving her his spiel, she asked innocently how far he ran. Tyler lied that day, something he prided himself in not making a habit. Yet it was Mabel’s simple curiosity-question which had transformed this aspect of his exercise routine. Although Tyler had long been a weightlifter he had never taken up running. The thought of doing so repulsed him. But after Mabel’s self-imposed guilt trip, he laced up a new pair of running shoes and hit the grass running. After ten minutes, he felt like puking and quit after running just two miles. But as with most things, his body adapted, and the desire to vomit eventually gave way to a feeling of accomplishment. In time, he added to his distance. Now that he’d been jogging all over Bloomington, he enjoyed this aspect of his workout.

Because Tyler had the natural inclination to do more; something that seemed to permeate every aspect of his life, his distance increased. After running for about a year he was logging almost 50 miles weekly. The trade-off was the amount of time all this running took out of his day. Deciding he didn’t need to enter marathons or become some ultra-distance runner, he ratcheted his mileage back to something more manageable. For the past year, he’d been running five miles every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday during his lunch hour and quenched his desire for added mileage by tackling a long run every Sunday. Today happened to be a beautiful Sunday and he chose a ten-mile route which was new for him and took him down shady country roads and through two housing developments he rarely found the need to travel.

About forty minutes into his run he stepped awkwardly on a stone and rolled his ankle. The misstep sent him sprawling with arms flailing. After making it to the curb, he self-evaluated his ankle and assessed the abrasions on his palms.

“Damn it!” He muttered. Taking some time to figure out what his next move should be, he scanned the surrounding neighborhood. He was several miles from home and without a cell phone. The housing development he was in proclaimed the affluent status of the residents. Contemporary brick houses on large plots of land could be seen in all directions.

“Shit,” he said aloud. “Why now!” It wasn’t that he couldn’t call a friend but rather he had to once more deal with the social awkwardness of having to introduce himself to a stranger on terms that were not of his own making.

Tyler had no trouble when it came to engaging in conversation at work. That was easy. Small-talk to make his patients feel comfortable had become second nature. Why he still struggled with approaching strangers in bars, supermarkets, and the like he had never been able to put his finger. He had always been somewhat shy and timid and time hadn’t seemed to rectify that issue.

“OK, think,” he said flexing and extending his foot. “It’s not that bad.” Standing he put pressure on the ankle and winced. It wasn’t that good either. Tyler gimped for about a block. It was going to be a long walk home at this rate. It hurt to put pressure on the ball of his foot and hurt even more anytime his heel pressed against the ground — and it was starting to swell. He took a left to head out of the housing development and back on the country road that brought him here. Gimping west he passed numerous homes with manicured lawns that had to be worth at least a half-million if not more. Most sat on at least half-acre lots with some constructed on spacious plots of at least an acre. This was a beautiful part of town and one he had not taken the time to explore. He wondered if some of his old Stanford professors might reside in one of these mansions.

“Hey,” a voice came from behind. “What’s wrong?”

Tyler turned and was immediately struck by the sight of a stunningly beautiful dark-skinned woman standing astride a ten-speed. She was breathing hard and perspiration dripped from her chin. “Oh, hi,” he answered with an awkward smile. His grin came automatically and willingly. Slowly his jaw dropped and awe of the person he saw. How could it not? The woman was breathtakingly gorgeous.

Seeing the abrasions on his hands, Destiny winced Kayaş Escort while ignoring his googled-eye expression. “You are a mess. What happened?”

“Oh nothing,” he responded. “I wasn’t looking at where I was going and took a dive back there.”

“Are you OK? I mean your bleeding and you look hurt,” she said with a concerned expression.

“It’s nothing,” Tyler said looking at one hand. “This isn’t bad. It’s my ankle. It’s pretty sore.”

“I can tell. You need to get some ice on that. My place is right up here.” Stepping easily over the frame, she walked beside him. “I can tell it hurts to walk. How about you get on my bike and I’ll walk. My place is number 63. Just up there on the right over the crest.”

He figured this goddess of a woman was referring to her parent’s place. She was too young to be the owner of one of these but her beauty sure did fit with that of the rich who lived here. “No, I’ll be OK,” he answered not wanting to put her out.

Extending her hand and smiling brightly she said, “I’m Destiny.”

“Hi Destiny,” he replied and took her hand. “I’m Tyler McGhee. Good to meet you.” He smiled handsomely. “I’m really glad I met you,” he said still grinning.

He had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her ample chest. The orange tank-top clung to her sweaty and curvy frame. Even while wearing a bike helmet and dripping profusely her beauty remained captivating. Beautiful brown eyes, high cheekbones, a smile that could light up a room and a body that was out of this world gorgeous. She made for quite a sight. “God, she was so hot!” He thought.

“Now that we’ve dispensed with the formalities, you can be straight with me. I know that foot hurts. Now, why don’t you get on my bike and at least get the weight off of that ankle of yours? I know you can walk but there’s no need to be macho.” She grinned again, her expression weakening his defenses.

“I think I will. Thanks, Destiny. I really appreciate this.” Tyler rode slowly beside her, much as a skateboarder would use one foot to propel himself forward. Destiny broke into a jog to keep pace. Her tits bounced playfully, revealing the delicious bosom hiding beneath her clingy top. Tyler took the liberty of checking out her long muscular legs.

Upon reaching the base of the small incline Dez mistakenly grabbed his ass. “Oops, sorry,” she said sincerely embarrassed. Quickly moving her hand to the bike seat she aided him by pushing the bike up the incline until reaching its crest.

“Thanks!” He said gladly. “I’m suddenly feeling old!”

“Coast to the bottom. My place is right up there.” She pointed to the house on the right and sprinted after him. “C’mon.” Dez motioned for him to turn up the driveway.

“Nice! Is this your parent’s place?”

Destiny blithely bit down on her lower lip. “Um, no, this is where I live.” Observing a lush lawn devoid of clover, crabgrass, dandelions or other weeds, his eyes quickly took in the myriad flower gardens, hanging baskets on the porch and the like.

“You do? God, this place is gorgeous!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, this is mine. I’ve been here for about two years. I do my best to keep it up.”

“Well, you and your hubby should be proud. There aren’t too many neighborhoods like this in Bloomington.”

“Yeah, I know. But like I said, it’s just me,” she replied skirting his comment. “Come on in.”

Tyler moved slowly, limping to the front door. “I’m pretty sweaty. How about I wait out here? Just some ice in a bag is all I need.”

Destiny spread both arms with palms up. “And I’m dressed for what? Church?” she suggested teasingly. “Look at me. I’m just as sweaty and gross as you are. Now come inside. I won’t take no for an answer.”

“If you insist,” he answered. With most of his weight on one leg, he followed her into the kitchen.

“Here, sit. Let me take care of you.”

“No really. If I can just have some ice, I’ll be fine.”

“OK, if you say so.”

“Do you have any plastic wrap? You know, the kind you wrap your unused food in?”

Destiny tossed him the wrap and watched in amazement as he used it to encircle his foot and then secure the ice bag over the injured body part.

“That’s pretty ingenious,” she observed. “Where did you learn that?”

Tyler grinned handsomely. “I’m a PT. I do this all day long.”

Dez smiled softly. “Where do you work?”

“On North Main. I own the Velocity Physical Therapy clinic.”

“You are the owner?”

Again Tyler grinned. “Mind if I prop this thing up on one of your chairs?”

“No, not at all.”

“Yes, I bought it four years ago. It’s a great practice in an ideal location. Real close to the hospital and with good visibility to passersby on Main.”

Destiny smiled her thousand dollar smile, and although she was still hot and exhausted from a long bike workout, she looked fabulous. “Now you sound like a businessman.”

“I guess I am. I do a little of both. A little PT and a little managing. It comes with the territory.”

Tyler Kayaş Escort Bayan talked for a while longer before asking to use her phone. Destiny would have nothing of it and insisted on taking him home. It didn’t take much coercion to convince him otherwise. They conversed easily and soon he found himself parked outside of his apartment.

“I can make it from here,” he said. “Thanks for the lift.”

“The pleasure was all mine.”

Extending his hand he shook hers. It was one of those awkward moments and one Tyler just couldn’t let pass. “Hey,” he said with his door partially open, “You really aren’t married?”

“Where’d that come from?”

“Just wondering.”

Dez beamed thinking how odd the question was given they had just been talking about where she had been educated. “No, I’m not.”

“Well, I guess you’ve figured by now that I’m not either.”

She nodded. She was leaning towards him so she could see him. “I gathered you weren’t.”

“I didn’t mean to pry but I needed to ask”

“That’s OK.”

“You know, Destiny, you’ve been a lifesaver. I know what you did doesn’t seem like much, but to me, you kept me from having to walk a long way on a swollen ankle.”

“You’re right, I didn’t do much but I learned from a pro how to wrap on an ice bag,” she said grinning brightly for the umpteenth time.

“Yeah, I guess you did.” He paused again. That awkward timid aspect of his personality threatened to rear its ugly head. “Can I treat you to lunch or dinner? I’d love to take you out as a thank you. That is, if you’d allow me.”

“I’d like that. I’d like to do that.”

“Great,” he said finally releasing her hand. “Do you want to pick a time now or exchange numbers and set something up when you know your schedule?”

“Oh, I know my schedule,” she said quickly. “I’m only free tomorrow evening. The rest of the week I’m out of town.” She looked down at his ice-packed foot. “But maybe we should wait until next week when you can get around more easily?”

“Hey,” he said jovially, “I own a PT clinic. I’ll be as good as new in 24 hours.”

“OK then Mr. PT, then how about 7 PM?” Finding a slip of paper she scribbled something down. “Here’s my number.”

“I’ll be in touch. Can I pick you up or would you like to meet.”

“A gentleman always does the driving?” she answered gaily.

………………………………

“I’m going out on a date tomorrow!” Dez declared jubilantly.

Jess, Carla, and Tamisha all responded in kind.”Tell us! Tell us! Who is it?”

“Oh, just some handsome, wealthy, athletic and good-looking guy who I stumbled upon this afternoon.”

“Oh, tell-all,” Jess inquired. “Who is he?”

“His name is Tyler McGhee. We met just as I was finishing my bike workout.”

“God Dez, he sounds delicious,” Tamisha chimed after hearing the cliff-note low-down on this manly prospect. “Is he white or black? He sounds white.”

“He is.” She watched a few eyebrows go up in surprise. “I know. I know. I’ve never crossed the racial line before but something about this guy seems genuine. And after things went south with Jamar, I guess I’m more open to exploring other options.”

“I’m happy for you – white or black. What does it matter?” Carla added and raised her glass. “Wishing you nothing but God’s best.” She toasted.

“And,” Dez added while looking at Tamisha, “He was the one who asked me. I never saw it coming.”

“Oh Dez, don’t give us that bull, Jess teased. “You’ve got a goddamn pornstar body. Everyone wants to go out with you. He probably had a hardon when he asked.”

“Maybe,” she answered playfully.

The girls giggled in unison. They were a blend of single and married women. Carla had three little ones and Tamisha was the proud mamma of an infant girl. Jess was beautiful and recently married Vince, a handsome Italian guy. Destiny joined the ranks of the unattached three years ago when her two-year experiment with Jamar turned terribly bad. She was able to hide their rocky marriage for several months, but eventually, even Dez lost hope trying to keep what they once had alive. Jamar and Destiny had struggled almost from the day their honeymoon ended. It was as if he had become a different person. Maybe she had been too blind to see the real him amidst all the pomp and preparations of their perfect wedding.

After one really nasty encounter, Dez left him in tears and confessed to the girls the struggle they had been having for months. It was Tamisha who came to her two months later. She spotted him with another woman at a movie theater. When Dez learned of this and subsequently confronted him on the matter, Jamar admitted he had fallen in love with someone else. Jamar and Destiny’s marriage officially ended four months later.

“Hope he has a nice cock!” Jess teased.

“Yeah, hope it’s not one of those four-inchers,” Tamisha said laughing. “You know, some white guys have little ones.”

“I’m sure his is just fine,” she answered Escort Kayaş dismissively. “His cock is the least of my worries. I just hope he turns out to be as nice as I think he is.”

The conversation soon moved away from Destiny’s new beau and onto other topics. The girls hung out around the gas fireplace that burned quietly outside their favorite hangout. Coming to Peppers had always been their go-to establishment and they never felt rushed whenever they offered a half-price wine night. It wasn’t until Tamisha finally announced she had to go home and help her husband with the kids that the group separated.

“He better have them all bathed and in bed,” she declared.

Carla could relate and chuckled when hearing her comment. Everyone stood and the young women hugged. Jess, however, offered to buy Dez another glass of wine which she gladly accepted. The moms headed home to family and parental responsibility while Jess and Dez talked for another hour. These two were the best of friends and as time passed that friendship had only grown tighter.

It was Jess who Destiny confided in during the heartbreaking and deteriorating final months of her marriage. Never had she dreamed Jamar could do to her all he had. It was Jess who had been the one who hugged and cried along with her. Jess had been the one who took the time whenever Dez needed to talk and even after the divorce was finalized, counseled her during the months of grieving that followed.

Although Destiny had dated casually since her divorce, she had never announced an upcoming date with such vibrancy. From the way she had described this Tyler guy, Jess was keen to learn all about him and their time together after their dinner date.

…………………………………

Tyler paraded his lady through the interior hall of the exclusive restaurant and out through the back entrance. “We have a reservation for two under the pergola,” he told the host.

“McGhee?”

“That’s us.”

Dressed in a shirt, slacks and a sports jacket, the expected attire at an establishment such as Daniel’s, Tyler walked with a limp beside the breathtaking Destiny Williams. She wore a provocatively short white cocktail dress that highlighted her long legs, sleek body, and ample tits. Destiny donned four-inch pumps to accentuate her tall lean frame and better match her dates stature. The waiter seated them and offered Tyler the wine list before leaving.

Leaning forward in her seat she said, “This place is nice.” She looked up at the vine-covered pergola that gave their table a unique intimacy. Off to one side, she could hear the continual flow of softly gurgling water from the river that bisected Bloomington’s downtown.

Tyler glanced across the table at the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. “I’m glad you like it. It’s nicer than I imagined. I’ve always wanted to come here. Some of my well-to-do friends recommended it.”

“Your well-to-do friends have great taste when it comes to recommending a restaurant. This is delightful.” She gazed at the luxurious surroundings. “So this is your first time here?”

“You were the perfect excuse to splurge. And, you look absolutely beautiful!”

“I think that’s the third time you’ve told me. Thank you.”

Her smile affirmed his attestation. Indeed she was dazzling in every sense of the word. Destiny was stunningly beautiful. She sat with perfect posture. Her hair had been braided into several long strands pulled together into a ponytail of sorts. The darkness of her skin contrasted against the white of her dress, eyes, and smile, giving her a truly exotic look. Voluptuous breasts, hidden partially behind a plunging neckline made for a mouthwatering view. Indeed she had been blessed with an awesome body and supremely appealing facial features.

Over dinner and wine, they got to know one another. Tyler learned Destiny was self-employed as an upper management headhunter. Having learned under the guidance of her mom, she assumed control of the business at the tender age of 27. She had done surprisingly well. Using every bit of her psychology graduate and undergraduate business degrees, she met with and evaluated the upper echelons of society who sought even higher-paying and more prestigious positions within the umbrella that was the US healthcare system. Destiny had recently formed contractual agreements with four esteemed healthcare giants that all but guaranteed her a salary that would rival the powerful individuals with whom she interacted. Her role was acquiring the best candidates for the administrative openings that came about and she was quite good at what she did.

“Aren’t there hundreds of those jobs available every year?” Tyler asked curiously.

“In management yes, but not in those management positions they want me to find replacements. I only look for people wanting jobs at the top of the food chain.”

Tyler was impressed. “Not only am I in the presence of a beautiful goddess,” he teased, “but an accomplished one!”

“Oh Tyler, you’re making me blush.”

“And you will look even more stunning if you do. No really, you must be good at this.”

“I’ve taken to it quite well,” she said modestly. “It pays well and has great benefits and perks. The only downside is my availability. When they call, I can’t say no.”

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