Page 33 of Secrets in Love
“Hope you’re hungry, babe.”
“Fuck me.”
“With pleasure. But only after you’ve eaten. I hear the Aoyagi is exceptionally fresh and delicious today.”
DNA was to blame for my reaction. We men had been genetically geared and designed for thousands of years to react in a particular way to such moments. My body did genetics—Charles Darwin himself—proud. Evolution forced my cock to turn to stone and my feet to drift closer. “Which one is the Aoyagi?”
“This one right here.” Polly’s words slipped from her smirking lips as she pointed to her freshly waxed hoo-ha. “Aoyagi is raw clam. I want you to eat my clam, Nate. No hands allowed.”
I think… I’m pretty sure I had a stroke. I couldn’t move, and I sure as heck couldn’t talk or think. I could definitely see, though, and what I saw had my hard cock jumping like that once wave-riding tuna fish was before it ended up on Polly’s tits.
“You look incredible, Polly. I don’t think it’s very hygienic, though.” She began to giggle. I remained glued to the floor.
“Come a little closer. Let your tongue explore the delights. You know you want it. It’s one of a kind.”
One of a kind.
Blinking my way back to consciousness, I blurted, “We have to break up.”
“What!” Polly sat up straight, causing a fish avalanche of epic proportions. “Are you freaking kidding me? I’m lying here naked with fucking crustaceans on my cunt, and you’re breaking up with me?”
For fuck’s sake, don’t laugh.
“Yes. Yes. That’s exactly what I’m doing.” Polly’s fluffy white bathrobe was hanging on a hook next to me, and I grabbed and tossed it to her. “I’ll give you a minute to cover up. I’ll be in the living room when you’re ready to talk.”
“Uh-uh. No way.” She commando-rolled off the bed and rose like a ninja, somehow landing right before me. “This is about that pip-squeak moron, Evie-fucking-Austen, isn’t it?”
“Don’t ever talk about her like that, and for Christ’s sake, please cover yourself.”
“What’s wrong? Worried you can’t control yourself?” She stepped closer, took my hand, and placed it on her perfect breast while running her fingers along my chin, down my neck, and beneath the collar of my tee.
“No,” I squeaked, “I just prefer not to break up with someone when they are in a vulnerable position. I’m trying to be respectful.”
It took me a second to realize I was massaging her breast, but I pulled away as soon as I did. For me, that was a small moral victory. There was only one booby I wanted to hold, and it wasn’t this lovely, plump one. My eyes kept fucking dropping, though. Nate the Slut was a thing of the past as far as my logical brain was concerned, but my eyes had a little catching up to do.
“Respectful? You? Nate Myers? The biggest himbo in New South Wales is trying to be respectful? That’s new.”
“Polly, I know you’re upset right now, but there’s no need to insult me. I have been respectful. I told you I had feelings for Evie. I thought that spending time with someone as fun and beautiful—”
“And sexy. Don’t forget sexy.”
“And sexy,” I added. “I thought it would help me to move on, but it’s done the opposite. I know what I want, and I will get it.”
“What do you mean you’re going to get it? What, are you going to run to New York after her?” She gave a perfunctory cackle but stopped when my expression failed to change. “You’re serious? You’re going to New York?”
“I fly out in the morning.”
Polly picked a piece of sashimi clinging to her left breast and threw it in my face. “Omg, this is pathetic. She doesn’t want you, Nate! She left you behind, remember? She moved to the other side of the world to get away from you. Do you really think she would have done that if she was the slightest bit interested in a relationship with you? She knows you better than anyone, and she left. What does that say about you?”
Anxiety and long-held, deep-dwelling insecurities reared their ugly heads. But that was what Polly wanted. She was fucking gaslighting me big time, and it wasn’t going to work.
“Things change, Polly. People and feelings change. Evie may not have known how she felt before, but I’m confident she does now.” I hoped this was as true as it felt. “Look, I don’t want this to get nasty. I’m really sorry. I’ve really enjoyed our time together, but it’s done. We’re done.”
She grabbed me, pulled me close by my neck and kissed me. “I don’t accept.”
“You don’t accept? Pol, this isn’t a resignation. There are no cross-offers or negotiations. As I said, I’m sorry if I hurt you, but it’s time to move on.”
With great difficulty, I peeled Polly’s vise-like grip from my neck and bolted for the door. “She can’t do to you what I can, Nate. She’s frigid. Did you know that?”
