Page 12 of Biggest Player
This broad is on a bender, and I have no idea what has gotten her all worked up. Was it me?
Me:
Was it something I said?
Margot:
OMG. I can’t believe I’m still wasting time talking to you.
Me:
Your bio says you’re short butSweet! You’re the one who’s full of shit! You are anythingButsweet.
I use all caps sporadically, mirroring her vibe.
Margot:
How about we just stop talking altogether—I do not need to defend myself to you!!!!
Me:
Nor I to you.
“Nor I to you,” I repeat, laughing when I type out that sentence.
“How proper do I sound?”
I give my nut sac a scratch, spreading my legs a bit to give my balls more air, wishing I had crackers or something crunchy to snack on.
Margot:
Great. Have a nice night.
Me:
Good luck with your search.
Margot:
Yeah, you too. You’re going to need it after I report your profile for being fake.
Me:
To clarify, based on your personality, you’re going to need all the luck you can get.
I smirk, firing off that last message.
My agent is always saying things liketo clarify, and I dig how those words look in a written sentence. It makes me feel smart and stuff.
Then, as I prepare another message to Margot, grin spreading my mouth, her profile disappears completely.
Poof.
Gone as quickly as it had taken me to swipe on her.
For several seconds, I feel an odd disappointment settle in the pit of my stomach—a disappointment that should not be there. Margot is a nobody to me. A stranger. A single mom.
But damn I enjoyed sparring with her.
