Polly
The Christmas present I had made for Abraham slipped through my fingers as I heard his distinctive growl all the way down the hall.
“She’s just a wet hole.”
At his words, all the blood in my body seemed to turn to ice, as I froze with horror all the way down to my fingertips.
I had been fooling myself to think there was anything between Abraham and I besides sex.
He only saw me as a wet hole.
The shame and humiliation filled me. How had I romanticized what we had so badly?
Stupid. I had been so stupid.
What, did I think there had actually been something between us?
That he loved my cooking and my tea and my flower arranging? Why would a man like him want anything like that.
I couldn’t believe I had fallen for him. And it wasn’t like Abraham hadn’t told me he didn’t want a relationship. Yet I’d hoped anyways.
As far as he was concerned, it didn’t matter if I was there or not.
Just a hole for his dick.
What an idiot. I’d even bragged about how much he respected me.
You didn’t respect someone you called an annoying bitch.
Fighting tears, I hurried back to the bedroom and threw my things into a duffel bag.
At the sight of the quilt, I wanted to scream.
What a stupid thing. What a stupid present. All that time spent designing a map of the Legends MC territory, stitching while he worked in the Shop, because I was proud. Proud that he was so powerful and respected. Because as his old lady that was pretty cool.
But I hadn’t been his old lady at all.
Grabbing my seam ripper, I ripped out every single stitch in the quilt, throwing the pieces all over the room.
“I hate you!” I cried, sort of wanting him to hear me and come and see that I was leaving.
But there was no noise. No Abraham to fill the door frame, making my heart pound with desire and excitement.
Well, fine then.
Why had I thought there were stupid hidden depths in a brute like him?
No longer fighting my tears, I went out the back entrance, walking right past the truck he’d given me to drive. Then I got in my old beater and drove away, the muffler rattling on the ground.