I thought longingly of throttling the old dickhead, when suddenly Asparagus popped up from behind the computer.
“Hey, Prez,” Asparagus said, his eyes shining.
Did he look like the traditional 1%er? No, he didn’t.
But I wasn’t going to be a traditional 1%er anymore either.
“I think we’ve got a lead.”
CHAPTER 17
Polly
After leaving Legends MC, my horrible car had died right in my aunt’s driveway, and I’d had to manually push it into her spacious garage.
What the hell was I supposed to do now? I was a perimenopausal mom mooching off my aunt.
How did one put “42-year-old freeuse club girl and occasional gardener” on a job application?
But there had been no question of staying with the Club. I had been deluding myself all along that Abraham was maybe possibly developing feelings for me.
He wasn’t.
And the thought of all the Christmas trees and decorations depressed me.
Abraham probably had thrown them directly in the dumpster and might even have another freeuse club bunny already.
The thought of him pleasuring someone else just made me depressed.
Aunt Bonnie was philosophical.
When I told her I was sorry I wasn’t going to be able to facilitate her relationship with Fizz anymore, because he neitherhad or was barely aware of the concept of cellphones, and I was never going anywhere near the Legends MC clubhouse again, she shrugged.
“Probably for the best, my dear. At my age it could be dangerous trying to relive the passions of my youth.”
When I asked her what that meant, because after all she was in amazing shape and only 67, she changed the subject.
“Fizz said something about you reminding him of someone he used to know? What did he mean by that?”
She only shrugged. “Probably just a mistake. Maybe a trick of the light.”
Well, there was a lot I didn’t know about my aunt but she would have to tell me in her own time.
We had a quiet Christmas together. Laurie went with his French immersion program to Paris over the holiday, but would spend all of Spring Break here. He’d FaceTimed frequently, and I’d avoided every question about how the Club was doing.
I’d have to tell him sometime, but god, I didn’t want to.
Even though I tried very hard not to think about Abraham, I couldn’t help it.
Did he care I was gone?
Had he already gotten a new woman?
I cried more than I wanted to, but one January day I woke up determined to forget all about him, even though I still felt the gray fog of depression.
I applied to 3-4 jobs online and bought a few new outfits for myself, noticing that, instead of stopping my wages, Abraham had doubled them. Or was that tripled? Quadrupled?
Irritating man.
