Apron and chills

**Chrissy**

By the time Ken and I left Dayle’s office, we were all about the event coming up by the weekend. 

For once, I felt peace. At least, Egan was out of our hair, Dayle and I are back together. 

Minutes stretched into hours, and soon, I was back home. I insisted that Ken should go home and rest. I mean, he's been all about me and I couldn't bear to see him exhausted. He's going through so much at the moment. 

Meanwhile, I noticed that a particular Chevron car had been tailing me which was highly suspicious. 

It couldn't be Egan, right? He wouldn't waste his time following me like a spineless bum. 

And it can't be his princess, Nova. Compared to the fleet of cars she came with, a Chevy cannot be her type or an alternative. 

I gave up trying to find out who it was and pulled over in the driveway. 
I noticed that the vehicle was parked on the other side of the street. 

I couldn't see who because the glasses were purely tinted. I stepped out of the car after heaving a deep sigh of relief I wasn’t sure about. I managed to carry my shopping bags and purse as I noticed someone deeply staring at me. I didn't know who or why but the feeling was strong and suspicious. 

Just when I was about to call Dayle, because I needed some quick advice, another car approached and pulled over beside our house and the weird Chevron drove off almost immediately. 

Suddenly, I saw Amber stepping out of her car while my gaze tried to catch up with the Chevron they seemed like a serious spy to me. 

“Can I help with that?” she asked nicely but I wasn't a bum, I know Amber and shitty tricks. 

My eyes rolled swiftly, “Skip the nice part. What do you want?” I asked almost barking at her. 

“Hm. Always hard with it!” she snapped as I walked into the house as soon as I opened it using the automatic lock. 

“That Chevvy, is that your secret lover?!” she blurted out to rile me up and I’m this close to spilling anything liquid and terrible on her. 
I ignored her mskinb my way in. 

She followed me inside before I could stop her as I placed the shopping bags on the table just adjacent. 
I headed back to her, arms crossed with a thick, intense gaze. 

“Again, what do you want from us?” I asked. 

“I’ve to… apologize for everything I told you about Dayle. For all the confusion and… all,” she shrugged her shoulder, barely interested in what she was doing. 

“Ok-ay! Did he have to tell you? Besides, Amber, I bear no grudge but I don't like you. And I don't want to see you around me or Dayle again,” I warned firmly but the corners of her lips twitched as she instantly forced a smile. 

“I get your stance. But…” she began again, circling me like a prey. “What if I told you that I’m not the problem here?” She stopped before me with a knowing gaze. 

I scoffed in slight disgust. “Who could it possibly be?” I lashed out. 

“Dayle,” she said without hesitation, and for a second, I couldn't afford to digest her statement as my phone beeped instantly after she tapped something on her phone. 

I peeked at my phone, sighting a dated message from her. How did she get my contact and why did she send me a video? I wondered. 

“Take a look at it. I'm not the problem here, Chrissy, Dayle is the one with the issues here—not me…” she said as I chuckled, refusing to open the message because I couldn't and didn't want to guess what the content may be. 

I trust Dayle a thousand percent and Amber wouldn't be the one to make me distrust him. No one can. 

“Amber, leave!” I ordered. “Or, I'll call the cops on you,” I affed firmly added with a final resolve. 

“You haven’t looked at the end video I sent—”

“I don't need to,” I said, shoving my phone in her face and deleting her text, looking up her number. “Stop being petty and get a life. You have it all, Amber, put it to good use,” I snapped, dragging her out of the house. 

“You will regret not seeing that video. When you do, it will be too late,” she stated with a profound gaze as she finally walked to her car while I slammed the door. 

She left me to ponder on her words, what if the video meant something meaningful? What if there was more to it that I tried to ignore? Was it worth thinking about?
All these thoughts rattled in my head. 
I headed to the bedroom to take a shower. I’d need it, I told myself. 

….
Just like I promised Dayle earlier, I wore a big shirt over the apron I wore. I rolled up my hair into a messy bun and wore makeup. Something I barely do. 
My phone began to ring as I took a peek. It was Ken facetiming me. 

I hung the phone on the windscreen using a portable tripod and answered the phone. 

“Yes, Ken! Aren't you going out with Matt anymore?” I asked, driving out of the driveway. 

“He delayed the meeting and honestly. I'm thinking twice about it,” he casually snapped, his gaze fixated on my body. “Wait! Are you really wearing only an apron beneath that baggy shirt?” he asked before I could speak. 

I scoffed shyly, “Yes, Ken. It's for Dayle! Duh!” My eyes rolled while he laughed it off in the background. “A girl in love can do anything, baby!” I added. 

Ken looked closer again, “What's actually cooking tonight? Seems like there's going to be a freshly registered p*rnhub,” he teased and I couldn't help but laugh it off. Jen didn't stop teasing me about how rotten I've become because of Dayle, compared to my younger days in Hemsville—before meeting Dayle. 

“By the way, Matt asked for a reservation to the event and I... I assured him that you’ll handle it. So, get your team to get his reservation, hon. And you look hot,” he said and I couldn't help but chuckle and blow kisses at him. 

After our call ended, I pulled over next to Dayle’s job, OTD’s Autos. 
I grabbed my phone and texted Dayle immediately given that it was already 7 PM. 

*I drove the bakery over to you! Cone quick💋!!!*

I smiled to myself, feeling like a medical slut ready to get hard fucked by Dayle. It's that time of the month when all you want to do is grab a dick. Dayle’s Dick! 

*I'm coming with the Milk, sexy💋!*

He texted back before I could put away my phone as someone knocked on my window.

Is that Dayle? I asked myself with a smile as I quickly wound down the window only to see someone else. Someone I didn't know. A man in his late fifties. 

“Remember me?” he asked me, frightening the shit out of me as Dayle approached and dragged the man to the ground instantly. 

Everything played out within the twinkle of an eye. 

What was happening?