I waited, painfully.
Wait, this fucking sucked. What the fuck? She was supposed to say it right back.
Because come on, she had to love me.
But Polly just stood there, wrinkling her nose at me, gnawing that full lower lip with her teeth.
Her curly hair was a mess coming out of the helmet, spiraling all over her head in cute brown and silver curls.
Her arms were crossed over her chest, those big ol titties sitting mouth-wateringly forbidden in front of me.
“Oh, you think you can sweet-talk your way out of this?”
I didn’t know why the hell Polly didn’t believe me, but the main thing I’d tried to learn was not to say the dumb shit that popped into my head.
My status as MC Prez meant nothing here. I couldn’t blast and bulldoze my way into Polly loving me. If I wanted that, I had to be patient.
“Polly, I promise this is how I really feel.”
“Please. If I forgive you, you’re just going to go back to your old ways.”
“No! I swear I won’t.”
“All you care about is your status. You don’t want a relationship, you just want a hole. That’s what you said. So go find someone else. That’s not going to be me.”
“No! I’m sorry. I’m really sorry I gave into that toxic shit. That’s not how I feel about you at all. Iloveyou.”
“Toxic shit? Someone show you how google works all of a sudden?”
“No. Well, maybe.”
“Well, a few buzzwords from some article you read isn’t going to change my mind.”
I shifted anxiously. I was fucking this up. This was not how it had gone in my head.
“Polly, I was a fucking mess while you were gone.”
“Unlike me, who reallylovedyou advertising my holes to your brother.”
“I did not advertise your holes. In fact, I fucked him up when he said he wanted you.”
She looked unmoved.
“Plus, I need your help.”
“Oh really?”
“Because you were right. About everything. I’m fucked up and bitter. The first thing I want to do is find out if my mother is still living. And I want to bring her back to visit you.”
CHAPTER 19
Polly
Inarrowed my eyes at him.
Was he telling the truth?
He looked different than he had a few weeks ago. Almost gaunt, hollows under his eyes. Like he’d lost weight.
