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Just breathing. Existing…

“Next time,” he murmurs against. “Next time… I’m using the wings too.”

I close my eyes, falling unconscious, pussy gushing again, unable to pretend I don’t want that.

46

terminal trouble

Jessica

Fuuuuuck, I’m running late!

I run around our bedroom like a whirlwind, looking for my contacts.Ughhh!

“Baby, have you seen my contacts?”

“I haven’t,” I hear Frank somewhere behind me.Uuugghhhh!I groan, shaking my head, just throwing a new pair in my bag and holding the phone between my shoulder and cheek, my outfit laid out on the bed, mocking me likebitch I was supposed to BEEN on yo ol’ dusty ass body!

Bitch, you had better watch how you handle me!I mean mug it.

“Jess, are you listening? You need to hurry. Your flight leaves soon, and you still need to check your bags,” she huffs, and I nod.

“I know, I know! The plane leaves in two hours,” I grunt as I shuffle around the room.

“Oh did you remember to pack underwear?!”

“Yes, Bebe I remembered to pack underwear!” I mutter, frustrated because I need to buy more!They are always fucking coming up missing.

“Jess, did you get the media blitz itinerary print that I made for you?”

“Yes I got it.”

“You need to study it because you know you get no downtime. Also, it starts as soon as you get there, so y?—”

“I know Bebe! STOP YELLING AT ME!” I shout panicking, and Faythe and Bebe chuckle.

“Bro, she didn’t even yell. You stressed out like a mother fucker, but calm down, Jess. You’re going to do well,” Faythe’s innocent voice comes through and Bebe cosigns.

“Ugh, thank you guys. Sorry, but I’m just… this is a big deal,” I mutter.

“We know,” I hear Bebe speak tenderly in the phone. “You got this and we believe in you.”

“Hell yeah we believe in you, girl!” Faythe agrees.

“Aww, you guys are the best.” I tear up.

“We try,” Faythe giggles.

“Now if only you’d get your ass out the house and over to the that airport, th?—”

“I’m literally walking out the door now!” I cut Bebe off and she laughs.

“Alright girl, don’t forget to make sure your satellite location is on in case you lose signal,” she reminds me.

“Yeah because you know I’ll jet right on over and cuss all those media bastards out if they try some slick shit with you!” Faythe snaps, and I sit there with the mental image of Faythe in her Hello Kitty rainbow outfit and platform boots, cursing people out, which makes me belly laugh.

“Okay y’all I won’t forget. I’ll talk to y’all later.”