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“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Metchie!” They all speak with enthusiasm in unison, like I’m some kind of royal.

My skin prickles. I never know what to do in these moments. Smile? Nod? Hide behind Frank?Hell, maybe all of them?!I laugh awkwardly, hiding my face in Frank’s shoulder and waving.

Frank ass however doesn’t even flinch. He walks through with his back straight, not even sparing them a glance as if he’s a king, knowing this is his kingdom and carrying me like I’m the crown jewel he’s proud to flaunt.

He holds me tighter, whispering low in my ear.

“Don’t look at them. Just pay attention to Daddy.”

Ughhhh, he is so Gojo energy!

I hold him tight as he takes me upstairs, past paintings worth more than my old apartment building, into the sprawling master suite where he lays me gently in the middle of the bed and before I can move and say anything, he’s already pulling off my clothes gently and carrying me over to the en-suite, where her runs me a bath.

This man really is the truff…not truth, TRUFF!The way he cares for me like this, as if it’s his nightly ritual to pamper me, a sacred duty… ugh… this is every girl’s dream, and I thought this shit only existed in books, but lo and fucking behold, I got a long dick ass nigga that scrubs my back, beat my guts, and kisses me senseless.Thank you, God…

“Come here, Daddy’s pretty Little Baby,” he groans, pinking me up and carrying me over to the huge clawfoot tub, which sits like a throne in the center of the marble bathroom, regal and commanding beneath a cascading crystal chandelier.Damn… I really just can’t get used to this shit.

It has an enormous porcelain basin that gleams ivory white, big enough to drown out the day in, and deep enough to let even my tall ass disappear beneath a cloud of perfumed water, which is rare because I have never been in a tub big enough for me.

The antique gold clawfoots are sculpted like lion paws, gripping the marble floor and behind it, tall arched windows stretch nearly floor-to-ceiling, draped in gauzy curtains that flutter with the warm breeze and filter the golden afternoon light into a softglow. Polished brass fixtures rise like artful serpents from the side, curving into an ornate swan-shaped spout that pours water with a silent, steady grace.

When he steps inside and sits us down, I lay against his chest, taking in every decadent detail and loving how much attention he put into caring for me all the way down to the glass tray perched across from us with various oils, salts, and rose petals and shit just waiting to turn a bath into a fuck fest.

“How was your day, Little Baby?” He picks up the loofah, sponging water on me, and I hum at how nice and hot it is, along with the combination of the eucalyptus scent.

“It was good baby… how was yours? Did you miss me?” I tease, expecting him to say something freaky, but he wraps his arms around my body, holding me tight, pressing his lips along my neck.

“So fucking much, Little Baby,” he groans and I feel that shit everywhere.

“I… I missed you too,” I mutter, swallowing, heart skipping a beat.

“I’m glad, Jessica. I love when you miss me.” He licks my back and I shudder, moaning.

“W-why?” I whimper as one hand grips my titty and the other my throat.

“Because I love when you think about me… I don’t care about nobody else but you, so all I want is you to think about me twenty-four seven…”

“W-well I ha—” He gently turns my head to face him, and his lips capture mine in a kiss.

“Let a man dream, Jessica.”Damn… I really just can’t handle this man.

“I didn’t even say anything,” I murmur against his lips and he gazes at me with those sexy ass baby blues.

“You don’t even have to…” He picks me up and turns me to face him. “I already know what this sexy ass brain of yours prioritizes, Jessica, and I hate it. That’s why I’m going to pretend that it’s me.” My heart skips at that… because he doesn’t know how wrong he is… as much as I love football, it’s crazy to admit, but in this short amount of time, I love Frank even more…

But for some reason, that is so embarrassing to say, so I don’t correct him.

“I love thinking I’m the one and only thing to occupy this pretty little head.” He kisses the top of my head, and my nipples harden.God, I’m so in love with him.

“And what about you? Am I t?—”

“Yes,” he growls, and my breath hitches. “You are my all, my everything, my love. I think about you andonlyyou, and that will never change.” He runs his wet hands over my lips and just can’t take it…

The bathwater is still warm, scented with rose and cedar wood, soft steam curling around us like breath. I’m straddling Frank’s lap, his hands anchored on my thighs, eyes glowing like embers under the dim chandelier light. His hair is wet, slicked back, a few wild strands clinging to his temples. His chest rises and falls fast, like he’s trying not to break me.

I don’t know what makes me say it. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the center of some violent craving. Maybe it’s the heat between us, or how deep he’s already inside me, deeper than anyone’s ever been. But I whisper it, breathless, raw…

“I really love you, Legend.”