Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

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It was already eleven o’clock at night by the time they returned to Cloudbreak Heights.

Once inside, Damon dropped his car keys and phone, slipped on his slippers, and settled onto the couch. He leaned his head back against the cushions in a sprawling, casual posture, his eyes closed, simply resting.

Aubrey closed the front door, changed out of her shoes, and walked in. She looked at his tired, handsome face, words of concern catching in her throat, swallowed back before they could be uttered.

“Get some rest,” she said quietly, heading for her room.

Aubrey,” Damon’s voice cut through the silence.

Aubrey froze, turning back to look at him.

He hadn’t moved, still slumped on the couch.“You’re getting up early tomorrow to make me breakfast.”

Aubrey stared, incredulous. From his tone, it wasn’t a question or a plea, but a

command.

A burst of indignation shot through Aubrey. She bit down lightly on her lower lip, then let out a helpless scoff.

Even when they were together, she’d never seen him act so brazenly entitled.

What was this, now?

“I’m supposed to cook you breakfast?” Aubrey thought. It wasn’t that she couldn’t, but his tone, his sheer audacity–it genuinely rubbed her the wrong

way.

“Is it really too much trouble to make breakfast for a friend in the morning?” Damon opened his eyes, sat up straight, and turned to meet her gaze.

Aubrey scoffed, a humorless laugh escaping her lips.

Friends?

He was really going to insist on this self–proclaimed ‘friend‘ status, wasn’t he?

And already, he was acting so high and mighty.

“Is this how you normally treat your friends?” Aubrey asked, a flicker of curiosity in her tone.

Damon didn’t mince words. “I’m not some universal nice guy; I don’t go around being nice to everyone. Friends? You use them when you can, and you boss them around.”

“What if I don’t?” Aubrey’s voice was flat, yet a subtle challenge lingered beneath the surface, her gaze expectant as she waited for his comeback.“You’d just cut ties with me then?”

Damon grumbled, his face drawn with fatigue.“I haven’t gotten any real sleep in days, and then I had to sit through a long flight again today. I’m completely wiped out. I am not cooking breakfast tomorrow.”

And just like that, his complaining had a way of melting Aubrey‘ heart.

“You could order takeout.”

“I don’t want takeout.”

“Doesn’t your job come with meals and a place to stay? Don’t they have breakfast there?”

“I’m not in the mood for cafeteria food either.”

“Mine’s even worse.”

Damon stood up, picked up his phone, and turned towards his room, his voice flat.“It’s fine. Just don’t poison me. I want noodles tomorrow morning.”

Aubrey watched Damon’s retreating back, utterly dumbfounded.

What was with him?

Back from his business trip, and he was acting so strange.

First, he’d asked a friend at dinner to set him up on a blind date.

And now he was shamelessly ordering her to get up and make him breakfast tomorrow?

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Had her refusal to get back together wounded his pride?

Or, now that he’d successfully ‘promoted‘ himself to just a friend, was he already eager to order her around?

Whatever the reason, he was being a complete jerk right now.

Aubrey sighed helplessly, pulled out her phone, and opened up the Look to search for noodle recipes.

She went back to her room and closed the door.

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As she showered, her phone stood propped on the bathroom counter, playing a noodle recipe tutorial from the Look.

After watching a few similar noodle–making videos, she felt incredibly confident she could make a delicious bowl of noodles tomorrow.

Stepping out of the bathroom after her shower, Aubrey sat on her bed, blow–drying her hair.

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