Playing With The Bad Boy

so hot i could pop popcorn on his abs

Chapter 30. So hot I could pop popcorn on his abs

"You really are my hero you know" I add in awe beaming with adrenaline still from this morning's events, "Oh stop..." Amber trails off with a sly grin as we approach her mansion of a home, "Actually don't, keep going" she giggles grabbing her silver house keys from her deep maroon back pack.

I curiously glance around patiently waiting for Amber breathing in the spring air as I do so. The air lingers with the fresh flowers that have just sprung along the perfectly trimmed grass on the uncracked side walk. My attention then begins to linger on the breath taking mansions, all magnificently designed to perfection with lawns larger than my peripheral vision. Amber's neighborhood has never once ceased to amaze me, each tree, each window on every house, each car parked in every driveway looks as if it is professionally placed.

"Why are we stopping here again? Olly's play starts soon" I innocently remind her as her she turns her key unlocking the hinges of her impeccably white painted front door. The door creaks open as I trail behind Amber into the home. The smell of lemon scented cleaner and fresh linen fill my noise as we enter, the sound of my squeaky chucks meeting the tile floor of her main room echoing all the way to the twenty foot tall ceiling.

"Yeah I've just got to grab the flowers and card" she explains with boredom, not that I can even fathom a reason why anyone could ever not be amazed in a house like this. Unfortunately, I know the reason Amber hates living here so much.

I enter the kitchen grabbing an orange from the ceramic designer center piece on their grey stone ceramic counters. I grab a seat a seat on of the skinny chairs seated at the island in the middle of the kitchen spinning on it as I wait for Amber to grab everything from her room. I abruptly stop spinning at the unsettling thoughts creeping into my mind as I eat another slice of my orange.

Amber, I haven't had a chance yet to have a proper talk with her yet with what is happening with her lately. The loss of weight, fatigue, her throwing up.

Before my mind can catch up with all the thoughts racing through my mind Amber reappears with chocolates and flowers. My eyes fly open as Amber opens the box of chocolates grabbing one. She grins at me with a glint of mischief in her eyes before handing me a piece. I silently grab it, both of us freezing as the front door flies open and the sound of heels echo through the hall.

"That won't be necessary Devon" An authoritative strong voice bellows through the hall towards us, the voice of Amber's mother. She soon appears in the hallway setting a set of files on the mahagoney kitchen table.

"I'll be in the office early enough to start the-" She stops speaking mid sentence, the look of horror etching itself into her soft features.

"I'll have to call you back" she states into her phone absent mindedly before hanging up. "Hi Mrs.Shay" I warmly greet lamely waving but she completely ignores my gesture, her blue eyes glued to Amber's face full of chocolate.

"Amber sweetie, is that chocolate?" She asks, her icy voice cutting through the air like a knife, "Y-Yeah" Amber stammers nervously, the color leaving her face.

Tension weaves it's way so thick into the air it almost becomes hard to breathe as we all sit in silence. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, unsure of what is going on here as Mrs.Shay glares daggers at Amber.

I slightly flinch as Mrs.Shay lets out a sigh bringing a pale hand to her boney face, "Amber honey, you are never going to lose the weight going back to old habits" she tiredly explains as my eyes nearly bulge out of my head.