“No. I’m with someone else now.”
Grady scoffed. “Who? Flynn? That manwhore could never be loyal to anyone in his life.”
“What the fuck ever. If that’s the case, Pot meet Kettle. Flynn’s an enormous upgrade. In more ways than one! You and I are done, Grady.”
“We aren’t done. I want to work this out. We’re good together.”
“I don’t care what you want. We’re done.”
He sighed. “I didn’t want to do this, but you need to come back to me, Polly.”
“What?”
“I’ll sell all your stuff and toss what I can’t. Your travel souvenirs, your guitar collection, childhood mementos, everything. Gone.”
“What?!” she shouted.
“You heard me. We belong together and I’ll do anything to keep you from making this terrible mistake. I’ll even forgive you for cheating with that floozy, Flynn.”
Polly laughed. “You’re delusional. You can’t blackmail me into coming back to you. If you sell my shit, I’ll sue the fuck out of you. We aren’t together. I can’t cheat on you. Fuck you. I regret wasting so much on you.”
“Polly —”
She ended the call and blocked the number.
She drew a deep breath and stood with her back against the wall for a long time. She tried to tame the anger. How had she been with Grady for so long but had no idea how much of a jerk he was? Finally, when she had her emotions in check, she texted Flynn.
Polly: How was your day?
Polly shoved her phone into her pocket and returned to the table. Her band, her closest friends, sat there laughing and having a good time.
She sat down to eat her now-cold dinner and tried not to let Grady’s words bother her. She was with Flynn. She wouldn’t let her ex make her feel like she wasn’t good enough.