Page 91 of Money Shot

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, sighed, and shook my head. It seemed foolish to even discuss.

“I’m not like that,” I said.

He nodded his head. “Only been with two women, right?”

“Yep,” I responded.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Remind me of me, you fucking weird prick.”

“So, answer me this. After seeing this girl, don’t you dare try and tell me a lie, either. What are you…no who are you thinking of?” he asked.

I really didn’t have to give it much thought. “Sienna.”

“And she’s the girl who you say fucked you over?” he asked.

I nodded my head.

“And you don’t love her anymore? You feel nothing?” he asked.

I uncrossed my arms, pressed my hands into my hips and glared at him. “Why in the fuck are you so gung fucking ho to get into my love life?”

“Call me a hopeless fucking romantic or whatever, I don’t give a fuck. I just know this. After going through what I went through and seeing all the shit I’ve seen, only to find out that my Ol’ Lady waited ten fucking years without me even speaking to her? Well, it kind of makes a motherfucker humble. If you don’t love this girl, well, you don’t love her. But if you’re being a stubborn prick, and you really do love her, but won’t admit it, I want to try and break you,” he said.

“Well, I can’t be broken,” I said as I reached for my pack of cigarettes.

“We’ll see about that,” he said.

I nodded my head and lit my cigarette.

“I suppose we will,” I said.