The Badboy's Broken Promises *On Hold*

Chapter 06

Grilling Him Like a Steak

I woke up to my bedroom door creaking open, and footsteps walking in. Carter was no longer on the couch with me and I was laying in a fetus position, facing the couch, my arms trapped between my legs and a thick blue blanket thrown over me.

"You up?" A voice asked from behind me.

I grunted in response before closing my eyes again. Just as I was about to fall asleep the blanket was pulled off me and the cold air around me, instantly enveloped my body.

"What the hell!" I yelled, sitting up and wrapping my arms around me to stop the shivering, "What the fuck is wrong with you, you Frankenstein head ass looking boy. I should rip your fucking balls off and stick it up your ass, then stuff it down your throat like a chocolate flavored dick-sicle. Gosh you're so annoying."

He just laughed at my aggravated rambling. Generally, I'm not a happy person when I first wake up; messing with me at that time is the best way for you to get knocked out. It takes at least two hours coupled with some food before I get to my normal self, but before then you might as well call me Satan's... well just Satan.

"It's time to wake up, Amber," Carter said, "you told me to wake you up, so I did. Don't be mad at me."

I gave him the deadliest glare I could conjure up, narrowing my eyes as he cautiously edged his way to the couch.

He gulped nervously, "You look like you're about to kill me."

"I'm this close," I said pointing down to my non-existent thigh gap.

With an eye roll, he grabbed my thigh and squeezed it causing me to squeal and jump up from the couch. He gave me a knowing smirk as I walked away to my closet.

Fun fact: my thighs were my weak spot, the most ticklish, most sensitive part of my body. Very few people know that, and I prefer it that way because I'll do anything to not be tickled or even touched on my thighs.

"Get dressed, babe, those people will be here for dinner soon." Carter said, waving his hands towards the bathroom.

I walked into the closet, grabbing the dress that was nearest to me: a blue peplum dress made out of felt material with a subtle flower print and a gold chain laying across the neckline.

"How do you know people were coming?" I called from where I was.

"When your dad came to check on you, he told me." I heard him say before I cut off his voice by closing the bathroom door.

I had a quick shower, opting to not wash my hair because it was just dinner and it would never dry in time. As I was getting dressed though, I couldn't stop the nervous feeling building in my stomach. I had no idea how tonight would turn out, but I know it's going to be awkward either way. Putting on some mascara and lipgloss, I did a once over before deciding I was good to go.

In my room Carter was standing in front of my mirror fixing the collar on his green and red checkered shirt.

"Ewww," I said, wrinkling my nose, "you look like a damn Christmas tree."

"A sexy Christmas tree though," he wiggled his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes.

Scoffing, I replied with a sarcastic "yeah, sure." He did look quite attractive, the way the shirt wrapped tightly around his biceps as he unfolded the collar, but I couldn't stand to look at him because of the green. I just hate the color.