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Chapter Forty: What Do I Need to Know About Baby Dolls and Teddies?

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Chapter Forty: What Do I Need to Know About Baby Dolls and Teddies? 

 My fingers flex around the doorknob, a guttural instinct telling me to just go ahead and open the door but there's another part of me, the vindictive part that wants him to suffer just a little bit more. After all, these will be memories I'll cherish in the future and use to blackmail him into buying me all the ice cream I could ever want.

"Come on Tessie." He whines on the other side. I can picture him, his powerful body hunched against the doorframe, his forehead leaning against it. His fists will probably be clenched and there might be a risk of him punching a hole through the wall.

My dad can pay for that, I'll risk it. 

"I didn't mean to hit him, I swear."

Snorting, I sit down leaning against the door and pulling my knees up to my chest. Whenever I think about that moment all I feel is horrible, terrible embarrassment. Of course I'd known that lunch with Drew McQueen wouldn't exactly be a joyride, adding Cole to the mix was an even worse idea.

But stupidly I'd believed him when he said that he'd be on his best behaviour, that he'd try to keep his caveman tendencies at bay. Needless to say, things did not go according to plan.

"Were those your exact intentions when you punched him so hard he flew over the railing?" I cringe as I say those words, the image of Drew being carried on a stretcher into the back of an ambulance making me want to crawl out of my skin. Not that the guy needed an ambulance, Cole hadn't done any real damage, just some minor external wounds, nothing life threatening. But if there ever was a male drama queen it would be Drew. He'd dialled 911 faster than I could talk him out of pressing charges. So the theatrics ensured that everything got blown out way out of proportion. I wouldn't be this annoyed with Cole if the aftermath of the entire things wasn't so embarrassing. 

"You know he deserved it. The guy kept talking about shit he knows nothing about." I can practically hear the fury in Cole's voice. He still hasn't managed to cool down and I'm glad that Drew's currently in the emergency room, even if he has not reason to be there. Damn, pretty boy. 

"So? There were other ways to get him to stop. We were leaving, I told you that we'd leave and to wait till I got back from the bathroom. Imagine my surprise when I got back and Drew was flying like freaking Tinkerbell."

He laughs, that idiot! This is not funny, he could've been in jail had I not grovelled Drew on the ride to the hospital. Yes, I'd been the one holding the guy's hand as he moaned and complained his way to the hospital. I definitely count it as one of the most traumatising experiences of my life. 

"He got worse after you left Tessie, if I hadn't shut him up at the right time you'd be coming back to a corpse." He growls

I'm terrified to even imagine that scenario. But mostly I'm scared for Cole and hope that his parents don't find out about this. He doesn't need assault charges right now, Sheriff Stone would drag him to hell and back and then some. I shudder at the thought. 

Getting up, I swipe my hands on my poor blood stained white dress and unlock the door. Before I even get the opportunity to open the door, Cole is barging in and hauling me to his chest. His chin rests on my head as he crushes the life out of me. 

"I'm sorry babe, I didn't want to mess this day for you." 

"Don't be cute, this is exactly what you wanted." I mumble into this chest and I can actually feel the smug bastard smile. He wouldn't be smiling if he were in jail now would be. Maybe I can hold that over his head for life. He'd be my slave for all eternity. The thought of Cole as any kind of slave turns my thoughts into the wrong direction, thoughts that are highly uncomfortable with him pressed against me like this.