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Chapter 80

SO COLD

Cranky, and red-eyed, I grew irate in a state of languidness, woken from a coma-like sleep that felt like it had lasted a handful of seconds. Inattentively, I stared out of the windshield at a stretch of black tarmac and granite shaded skies with low-hanging clouds over dimly lit streets. Consciousness crawled out of its sticky-eyed slumber and my stomach became bloated with animosity. "You said we were two minutes away." Violence tempted me to slam his head against the steering wheel. "It's looking more like twenty, you lying son of a bitch."

With one hand idly resting on the wheel, and the other on his legs, Cole was the definition of unbothered. He glanced at me sideways, mouth quirked up in a humoured lift. "Thought you'd be too out of it to notice," he gestured. "Wipe your mouth. You've drooled."

I batted his assisting hand away. "Fuck you." I wiped my mouth and checked the time: 5.42 AM. Surly expression, I was ill-mannered and heavy-lidded. "What the hell is wrong with you? I asked you to not wake me up until we've reached my uncle's house–"

"Check the backseat."

I paused mid-rant. "You really think you can buy me over with Subways? I'm not some cheap whore–"

"There's a Chicken and Chorizo Melt with lettuce, tomatoes, red onions, green peppers, sweetcorn and hot chilli sauce, and raspberry cookies." He slanted an eyebrow over an anthracite-shaded gaze, humoured at my silence. "It's a foot long, too." 

My temper was placated, tiredness pushed to the back burner. I reached for the bag, untying the knot, and pulled out the first wrapped sandwich. I looked towards the cup holders and back inside the carrier bag. "Where's my drink?"

"There's water,"

"I didn't ask for water."

"You didn't ask for shit because you were asleep."

"Is the second sandwich yours? What did you get?"

"Italian B.M.T."

"I don't like it,"

"It's not for you."

I threw him a look. "You're an inconsiderate and selfish slut." I unwrapped my sandwich and picked up the first half. I took a bite, chewed contentedly, and then mused. "What do you think B.M.T stands for? Big Meaty Titties? Or..." I took another bite, delirious without sleep. "Big Meat–"

"Stop talking."

"And here I was about to offer you a bite," I thought otherwise, deciding to be generous and so I pulled out a cucumber slice and hit his cheek with it. "Eat up. Don't say I don't feed you." 

He grabbed my wrist towards him, and sunk his teeth into the sandwich. He chewed, swallowing. "Taste good."

I stared down at the sandwich in disbelief. He took a big motherfucking bite. Big mouth dinosaur bitch.

"Here," he motioned for me to hand the sandwich to him and then without waiting for a response, took it from my hand and with his eye on the road, he slipped the cucumber slice back under the bread, and finished the sandwich in two large bites. He reached for a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth. "That was good." He threw the balled-up napkin in my direction.

I was upset. I looked down at the second half of the sandwich. "I really don't like you anymore. You're a fat fucker. You need to go on a diet and leave me the hell alone. I'm tired of you harassing me and treating me like I'm some sort of second-class citizen. I've had enough of your bullshit – no, Cole, don't!"

"You're going to make me crash the damn car, Shay." He shrugged me away, batting my hand away, tearing into the second half of my sandwich. "This is really good. You should try it. The lady slipped in a voucher for a breakfast sub–"

"Shut the fuck up." Splenetic, and expression discoloured in distaste, I hit his shoulder. "Hope you fucking choke."

"You want a taste? Here," he pulled out a bitten cucumber slice with a smear of hot chilli sauce and slapped it on my forehead.

"Suck a dick."

"You're going to be sucking mine soon, and then begging me to fuck you with your uncle in the next room." His mouth upturned in a wicked smile. "What's the matter, sweetheart? You're looking a little upset."

"Jerk yourself off into a glass, and swallow your own rancid shit-tasting cum. I'm sick of looking at you. Face the front." I looked out of the windshield, impassioned. "Woke me up for nothing. Worthless piece of shit–"

He laughed, gripping the back of my neck. "Come here. I'll spit it in your mouth."

I jerked away, hitting my elbow on the door. "Goddamnit." I made a noise of frustration, rubbing the sore spot. "I'm going to call you an Uber, and you can fuck off back to the apartment." I pressed a thumb on the seatbelt release button, and reached in the backseat for the overnight bag. "Hurry and park. I don't have time for your bullshit. I want to go to sleep."

"Shay. Wait." He grabbed my forearm before I could open the door. "The second sandwich is yours."

"I already told you I don't like Italian–"

"It's the same damn Chicken and Chorizo Melt." He exited the vehicle, slamming the door.

I checked; he was telling the truth. The passenger seat door opened and he took the overnight bag from me, an eyebrow raised in question. "Satisfied?"

"Slightly." I joined him at the foot of the pathway. "We have to be quiet."

"I'll gag you."

I paused, neck twisting as I screwed up my expression. "I was talking about when we go inside the damn house. Stop thinking about sex all the time. You need help."

"You've already woken up the whole damn neighbourhood with your shouting. Use your inside voice, Shay." His tone was derisive, and when I opened the front door for him, he gripped my jaw, kissing my mouth. "I need to use the toilet. When I get to your bedroom, you better be ass-up face-down ready for a beating."

"Sure thing, honey," I flashed a sour smile at him. I locked the front door after me, headed to my bedroom, and was feigning sleep by the time he came into the bedroom, spread starfish across the mattress with a pillow thrown on the floor for him.

He laughed, moving across the room. "Where's my damn belt?"

"No–" I protested, rolling over quickly.

There was a knock on the door. Then Isiah, turning the knob. "Shay? Is everything alright?" He walked in.

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filler chapter lmfao