Married to the Bad Boy

8

"Never mind." Sterling said hastily and turned around, the light hitting my face making me close my eyes.

"Wait," I called out. 

I I shielded the light with my hand and placing the empty wine glass beside me, "Yeah sure."

"What?"

"Food," I said standing up slightly swaying, "I'm hungry." 

Sterling looked at me for a second, a very long second before he cleared his throat rubbing his forearm, his eyebrows knotting, "Uh yeah, okay sure."

I gave him a glance, wasn't he the one who proposed this idea? Pulling up the hem of my dress so I don't trip over I started walking as it took him a second to follow after me, I just had to sneak out to get food and sneak back in before the auction finished for the final goodbye ceremony hosted by my own father.

"Where are you going?" Sterling asked as I started to walk. 

"To get food?" I replied, wasn't that the plan?

"We can take my car."

I shrugged, "Theres a take away shop a street away,"

Sterling raised an eyebrow, "You want to go to the fish and chips shop."

I paused turning around to look at him confused, "Isn't that food?" I asked. I mean chips were heaven, fried potato was good any time of the day, hell potato raw would be great. No, that was just the wine talking, potato would not be good. 

"I just didn't take you as a person to eat that stuff." he replied. 

I raised an eyebrow shaking my head as I turned around, "You don't know a lot about me."

"I'm starting to realise." he said as he fell in step with me easily, which wasn't hard seeing the  long somewhat tight dress and high heels were making it hard for me to walk on the uneven gravel, and the wine wasn't playing a factor as well.

Why did I choose to wear heels when my ankle still hurt from the fall.

I didn't even like wine, why the hell did I keep drinking. I turned around the corner and I could almost smell the delicious chicken salt and hot fries, or maybe I was just dreaming. But soon the small dingy take away shop came into my view and I hurried over, my stomach was growling.

I already knew what I waned, a potato cake and fries, but I read the menu anyway to give Sterling some time decide what he wanted. Sterling looked around the small place leaning down to whisper in my ear, his hot breathe fanning over the side of my face "You really want to eat here?"

"What's wrong with here?" I asked. 

"It's...dirty and there's no waiter and are the glasses even clean?"

I rolled my eyes taking the menu back to a small table in the corner and sitting down, "Well I'm eating here, up to you if you stay or not." I crossed my legs flipping it over, I just had to decide on a drink, and that was the hard part.

I wanted a milkshake, but if I got that it would make me too full to finish my fries. But if I got water, well, that was boring. Maybe a soda, to cut down the grease.

My eyes nearly exploded, six bucks for a soda. What the hell was this, god's soda? There was no way I was paying six bucks for a soda, hell the chips were half that price.

I'll stick to tap water. I wrinkled my nose, would tap water even be good, well, it would have to do. Why waste more money?

"I'll stay." Sterling said.