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“Oh? And how are you going to do that?” I simper and he raises a brow.

“By spending time with my wife here,” he answers and I tilt my head up. My mouth drops open and a dramatic scream escapes my mouth when I see the “Welcome to Tokyo” sign glowing in front of me, bright in the distance, and my heart soars in shock.

“WHAT?! N-NO! NO! BE FUCKING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW!” I stammer over my words, clutching my chest shooker than a hooker.

“Be for real about what, wife?” He raises a brow, kissing me, packing me through the terminal, and I feel my heart is going to explode.I need someone to pinch me because this can’t be reality.

“No, for real, I know we’re not in Tokyo fucking JAPAN right now! We can’t be in Tokyo! We…”

“Awww listen to you… you sound so adorable.” He nibbles my ear, and I blink, still shaken. “Though I don’t know why, when this is nothing,” he states, rubbing my belly.

“Are you kidding me?! Frank, this is everything!” I gasp and he swoops me into his arms and carries me over to a red Rolls-Royce that’s waiting for us on the tarmac as a man stands there, waiting in a suit.

I am way too stunned to speak when the door opens and I see the stunning peanut butter interior as Frank slides us in effortlessly, keeping me in his arms the entire time.

But on God, I’m shaking… the only time I’ve ever experienced this shit is in movies and the bitch who’s getting the treatment is rarely a Black girl, but here the fuck I am. I was in a plane, I’m rolling with my nigga in a Rolls-Royce, and a bitch is in Tokyo on his dime. I didn’t have to foot not one bill, and…hold on…

“Wait! Frank, I don’t have my passport an?—”

“Do you think Daddy doesn’t have his Little Baby covered?” He snuggles me and I frown, but this man never ceases to amaze or hell, scare me when he pulls out a passport… a veryREALpassport for me, but when I try to take it from him, he snaps it closed, setting it to the side. “No don’t pay attention to that. Focus on me. It’s been way longer than three days since I’ve had your undivided attention.

Little Baby, my baby, my wife, my baby mama, my rib, do you know how heartbroken I have been since you seem to care more about football than your husband?” he pouts and I shudder when those sexy ass blue eyes flash my way with those long white eye lashes, looking just like Gojo ass, and it’s just way too much for me to handle.

“Y-you’re so dramatic,” I roll my eyes, but he raises a brow, keeping his face serious.

“And? What I said still stands.” He looks me up and down, making my tummy flip flop as he pulls me close.

“I… w-well I u-uhm… I l-love fo-football,” I blush and he bites my blouse, pulling it down spilling my titties. His long tongue comes out, and I swallow when the tip of his tongue taps my nipples.

“Ughn,” I bite my lip, watching him, feeling some type of way. The way this man just gets me fucking going… the way this man makes me feel so wanted, needed, and feminine,ugh!“D-did you really miss me that much?” I ask, watching him slurp my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as fuck.

“Fuck, Little Baby, I missed you so fucking much,” he growls and I shudder, grinding on him, as something inside building up, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

“You always know what to say… I don’t know if I like that or not,” I tell him honestly and he grabs my ass, humming.

“And why is that Little Baby?” He sucks my titties so desperately I can’t help but believe that he missed me.

“B-because Fr-Frank… you make me lose all inhibition and I don’t like it. I pride myself on the control I have over my life and sex drive, but when I’m with you, it’s like all of that goes out the window…” I throw my head back moaning as he massages my asshole, making me whimper.

“I like it that way, baby. Don’t think around me, just let Daddy feed you and this pussy,” he grunts and it literally makes my lower body tingle.

“I can’t do that… I need control… I need…”

“Ineedyouto lose and hand control to me,” he demands as he finally lets go of my nipple and places his hand on my chest, watching me with something sinister laced in his eyes.

“And why should I do that? What if you up and leave m—” I choke on the words when his eyes blaze, lighting a fire in me.

“You’re really fucking with me, aren’t you, Jessica? Why the fuck do you keep saying that?” He leans back, cocking his head and narrowing his eyes at me, and I can see I ruined the mood.

“You… I j-just mean that…”

“You just mean what, Jessica? Tell me because I don’t understand why you keep talking about me leaving you. I know you’re not insecure enough to think that, so tell me why you keep thinking it.”

He’s right…I’m not insecure… not really, but I can’t help but think about it. It has nothing to do with the women, it’s just… something inside me… something deep in me that tells me as much as I want this to be right, being with Frank is wrong. Something tells me that we will have to separate, and I just can’t put my hand on what that something is.

“Jess-i-ca… what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking about you.”