Chapter 28 Taste of it
Chris
“Fucking asshole” Zayd cussed at me in a very calm voice as he always does whenever he is livid.
“Why are you…?”
“Shhh” He held a finger over his lips and glanced at the sleeping Amrah before turning back to me.
Zayd stood up without another word and walked out. I hesitated for a moment before going after him.
I have been waiting for him at the garage for over two hours because I had a commercial video to shoot for the new Monts 0.5 sports car and my elder brother suggested I race with it as well.
“I informed Zayd to help us take a look at it before the race. You just have to remind him” Liam had told me.
I called Zayd an hour to the time of the race but he didn't pick up. I sent him messages but none were read. After waiting for two hours, the only notification I got was from the school forum.
Zayd finally shows interest in someone!!!
Amrah Van-Authr and Zayd! Power couple if you ask me.
“What the fuck!” I blurted out in shock on seeing the attached picture.
It was Zayd carrying Amrah in his arms, looking so cozy and overly intimate like something was going on between them.
That's my fucking girlfriend and my best friend!
I didn't know if I was angry that they were together or that Zayd was ignoring my calls and messages because he was with Amrah.
I didn't know if I should be jealous that my girlfriend is in that position with my best friend who blatantly told me he was interested in her or I should be jealous that Zayd was finally showing interest in someone.
I was just so jealous and angry, but I had to rein in my anger for now because I needed him. I couldn't race without Zayd.
Back in our apartment, Zayd took off his jacket and hung it before walking off to the kitchen.
Kitchen?
“You call her your girlfriend and dismiss her pain like that?” Zayd started.
“She always gets cramps every month, so I..”
“Shut the fuck up.” his voice was dangerously low.
“The only reason I'm not punching you in the face right now is that she still regards you as her boyfriend” he concluded and started bringing out the pots and pans he needed.
I didn't want to think about what he said now, but I was glad nothing was going on between him and Amrah, from his words.
“Zayd we need to..”
“I have an order to prepare” He took out some fresh vegetables and salmon from the fridge.
Yes, Zayd takes up random orders of homemade meals for strangers.
“We need to go to the garage for fuck sake!” I stressed impatiently.
“I know. I will be done in thirty to forty minutes.” was his calm reply.
Just then, his phone buzzed. He took it out and checked it. So he did see my messages and chose to ignore them?
“Come pick it up in thirty to forty minutes. And make sure they are well fed and warm.” he recorded a voice message and sent it.
Fuck! I'm going to faint from anger and frustration at this point.
Zayd can be so frustrating. He does things as he pleases without caring about the consequences and there was nothing I could do about it.
I may be able to use my family’s power to oppress others but not Zayd, which was an irony because he had no family to even compete with mine.
“No matter what, don't go against him” Liam will get seriously angry whenever I try to do something to Zayd.
I hate it!
I hate not being in control!
But what I hated more was that I always fantasized about Zayd controlling and fucking the shit out of me.
“This is really important and you know it. Liam is waiting at the garage as well” I insisted.
“Oh? Is he in town? I see why you are working diligently instead of fucking around” he seared some butter in the pan.
“It is Mont 0.5 for fuck sake!”
“I know” he tossed some bell peppers.
“Get out of you have nothing to do, I need to focus, else I might spend an hour or more”
Liam, the crew, and Stripes were still waiting at the garage when I drove in empty-handed. Liam frowned on seeing that I was back without Zayd.
“What happened? Don't tell me you got into an argument with him.” Liam threw at me before I even got close to him.
“I didn't. He said he is coming in the next thirty minutes.” I relayed and plopped down the beanbag with a huff.
I need a wild fuck.
“Thirty minutes? Why? Is he busy?”
“Busy cooking” I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration.
I was stressed out from working non-stop the past three days to cover-up for dealing with that bitch. I have not had sex in three days. I think I will go insane if I don't knock someone up tonight.
“Why didn’t you cook or send someone to do that?”
Forget the part where he expected me to cook for Zayd, I do that whenever I can.
“I barely ate myself. You have been bombarding me with work for the past seventy-two hours, Liam” I flared.
“Besides, he wasn't cooking for himself…” I paused when I realised I had said too much.
I don't know if Liam knew about Zayd’s secret food service side job, and if Zayd wanted him to know. But then again, they knew each other better than I do.
I sometimes get jealous of Liam because of how much he knew about Zayd.
Liam chuckled, “Is he cooking for a stranger? He still has that habit I guess”
Liam had a melancholy smile on his face as he said that. I decided to ignore it and just think about something else.
Something like whatever was going on between Amrah and Zayd, and how serious was Zayd about her.
“Tell me, brother, is he perhaps father's illegitimate son?” I blurted out the question that has been bugging my mind.
Liam busted into a fit of laughter, “ Better erase that wild thought from your mind and think about how to win the race”
I glanced over at the Stripes, they were waiting impatiently on the other side of the circuit to get back at us for the last race.
Zayd, please come.
Liam and I were running out of excuses for the delay.