The Bad Boy's Game

Chapter 9: I Wasn't Staring At His Butt, What Are You Talking About?

I open my eyes, my vision a little blurry, and squint as I take in my surroundings. The room is very bright and I realize I'm not in the bed where I fell asleep. I sit up quickly, my heart racing, but I calm down as I realize I'm in Colby's room. I look down my body and see I've been switched into a silk nightgown.

"Don't worry shortcake. Ava was the one who changed you." I hear Colby say as I look over at him. He's leaning against the doorway in nothing but sweatpants. I try to make it so that I keep eye contact with him, but I can't help from taking a quick look at his fantastic six pack that's on his lean body frame. Before I look up, I notice that he has a V-line.

"You didn't see anything, did you?" I ask. He chuckles and walks over to the bed. He sits down beside me.

"No, I didn't see anything." he grins. "I wish I did though."

I punch his arm, not able to hold back my smile. "You're such a man slut."

He puts his hand on his chest. "How do you manage to pop my ego every time you insult me?" he says, feigning agony. I laugh.

"I only do it when I think you're ego needs to be brought down."

He chuckles and gets up. "You want pancakes, shortcake?"

I feel my face pale. It's Wednesday. I look over at the clock and see it's 8:46 a.m.

"Oh my god I'm late for school! And my mother!" I shriek as I jump out of bed quickly. He grabs my waist, pulling me into his hard chest.

"Chill out. Everything is taken care of." he says as he lets me go. I look at him.

"What did you tell my mom?"

"As far as your mom knows, you stayed the night at Emily's house and you are now in school."

"And the school?"

"They think that you're at home sick."

I raise my eyebrow. "Aren't they going to call my mom?"

He shakes his head. "I'm pretty good at forging signatures, sweetheart." he smirks. I roll my eyes but I don't say anything because of the loud grumble that escapes my stomach. He looks down at my hand and then back up at me. "So is that a yes on pancakes?"

I nod my head. He turns around and walks out of the room. I feel my face warm a little.

Quit staring at his butt, Brooke.

I wasn't staring at his butt, what are you talking about?

I quickly run over to Colby's closet and start looking through his clothes. This may seem weird but considering this silk nightgown ends just below my butt worries me. I legitimately hate this. I grab a black shirt and a pair of his sweatpants and am about to put them on when I realize I need to take a shower really badly. I run to his door and poke my head out, looking down the hallway to make sure he isn't anywhere near me. I then walk back in, close the door, and lock it. I run quickly to his bathroom and lock that door too.

I don't trust the bad boy.

I step out ten minutes later wearing my underwear and bra. I walk over to the door and open it and I scream. Colby is lying on the bed eating pancakes while scrolling through his phone. His head whips over to look at me and I jump behind the door.

"Colby!" I shout. "Get out of here!"

"This is my room." he says simply and takes another bite of his pancake.

"Colby." I whine this time. "Please, get out."

He sighs and stands up. "Your pancakes are on the dresser under the mirror. I'll be in in two minutes." he says and then walks out.