And I feel betrayed.
"Connor regrets not being able to be here today," Nadia says with a sweet smile. "He's in the process of potentially getting married I believe, but you didn't hear that from me."
Despite everything, George is still taken by Nadia.
"Your secret is safe with us, pretty lady," he says, but I just roll my eyes. She's not trying to impress George. She's trying to rub it in my face that Connor has a life that he's moving on with after shattering mine.
And yes, he pretty much did just shatter my life.
First he fucked me so hard and so good that I think he ruined all other men for me. Like seriously, I will compare all other men and how big their cock is and how they use it to him. And they will all fail.
Second, he made me open myself up to being loved. And you know what?
It felt amazing.
But then he left.
And now I feel like shit. I don't know how or when I'll ever be able to open myself up like that again.
I mean, I can go on and on. You're probably not going to like me if I do. You'll read this and then just go write a review about me talking about how I was being whiny. Because honestly, the longer I keep talking about Connor, the more whiny I feel, you know what I mean?
It's like....
Wait.
Did you hear that?
There's something coming
I realize I've sorta been spacing this whole time and I look up and see Nadia with her mouth open and her eyes fixed on me.
What is the big deal? Oh my God, do I really look that sad?
But then I realize that Nadia isn't look
ing at me.
She's looking beyond me.
I turn.
And that's when I see a motorcycle roar off the pier attached to Manhattan and fly up into the air.
Everyone on the open-air barge that is the Frying Pan watches as literally it looks like the motorcycle flies across the air.
I watch as it arcs upward and then as the rider desperately keeps the nose up to make it go farther.
I take a moment to admire the body on the bike. The strength that the person has to be possessing in their upper body to be lifting the motorcycle and keep the nose in the air is impressive.
Equally impressive are the patrons who start to scream and run away from their tables as the motorcycle starts angling down.
Like they're running from the wrath of a descending deity, the people leave their purses and their drinks and their entrees and they get the fuck out of anywhere in the vicinity as fast as they can.
Because when that motorcycle lands, it basically lands on a table, breaking it. It takes the wooden chairs along with it and then starts to speed toward us, breaking everything and strewing detritus on its way.
Just the fact that the motorcycle making impact with the barge sends shockwaves throughout the restaurant and people are screaming.
Thankfully the barge is rather large, at least the size of a basketball court and people are running the other direction.