Page 3 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

“… thanks,” I voice in a clipped tone instead trying to not come off like too much of a bitch.

“I didn’t say or do it for thanks, Jessica. I just wanted you to get your shine,” he shrugs, being modest, and it makes me glare harder at his suddenly friendly ass… I’on like it.

But then it dawns on me! It ain’t got shit to do with the game, but more so him saying my name… Jessica… No one calls me like that but Frank, my supposed boyfriend, but I haven’t heard from him in days!

Unconsciously, I ignore Duval, look down at my phone, and unlock it and for some reason, I find doing something I never do. I go back on my word and press his name, calling him. I need to see if he’s okay…

Calling My Demon Overlord

“Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voi…”

But my eyes instantly go wide when the phone goes to voicemail. My mouth drops open and… wait a whole ass mother fucking minute! Did this nigga block me?! No, no, no… there’s no damn way… right?

I try to text him one more time to double check to see if my messages go through, and bitch my flabbers are fucking gasted.

Locked in : Frank we gon’ tussle when I see you if you blocked me…

My heart damn near crawls up my esophagus and damn near about tumbles out of my fucking mouth when lo and fucking behold, my message comes up fucking GREEN!

I know he’s not trying to ghost me after I handed him the PPP?! Brrroooo!!! I stop to check my phone for what feels like the millionth time, but no matter how much I look, there’s still not a call. Not a text. Not even a goddamn meme.

All types of shit swirl around in my head.

Is he cheating? Did this nigga play me? Was he pretending?

But I shake my head. Nahhh… a nigga not gon’ eat a bitch pussy that damn good and rub they feet and ask to fuck they fake horn for shits and giggles…

he was down bad for me… I know it, so what’s tea?

If I wasn’t for that bitch of a maid, I would have thought he vanished into thin air…

“H-hey I was b-bein—” I hold my hand up to keep him from talking, and his lips snap shut while I get my thoughts together, drumming my fingers on the bar, confused.

“Uhm… what’s the matter, Jess?!” Tek asks, leaning over my shoulder, but I place my phone down, hiding it.

“Nothing, I think I’ma have to take a rain check on the night,” I go to stand but Tek blocks me.

“Wait, is everything okay?” Tek frowns, and I try to move past him, but he blocks me again, making me glare.

“Tek, I’m not in the mood right now. Move,” I tell him, but he stands rooted in place, making me level him with a look because I’m tired of playing now. Shit, I’m all fucking frustrated… I’m shaking and need to be alone, so I need Tek to get the fuck outta my way.

“But Jes?—”

“Tek. Get. The. Fuck. Out. My. Way!” I growl, and this time it’s Duval who steps in.

“Tek, let her go.” He walks in between us, placing his hand gently on the lower part of my back and ushering me out. Honestly, it’s weird as hell to have Duval ass of all people help me…

Mannn… fuck this shit…

I turn my ass around, walk straight back to the bar, slam my phone down, grip my beer, and chug it down uncaring of the taste. UGGGHHH THIS SHIT IS NASTY!

“Wait Jess! Slow down!” Tek calls out, but it’s too late. I’ve already chugged the whole mug. “Shit! What did you do? You don’t drink, so you’re probably a lightweight!” He grasps his head, scowling, but I lift my hand and call for another.

“I’m doing as you told me and enjoying myself.” I gaze over to him, and Tek sighs when that bartender tries to hand me another glass. “Chill, I’m going to turn up and have a time tonight.”

“Yeah, chill!” Duval walks up and I cut my eyes to his annoying ass.

“Bro, what the fuck are you even still doing here?” I throw him a stank look, letting him know I still don’t like his fine ass.

“What? So the Arctic Beauty is reigning Queen on the field for once and now she thinks she can dictate where her subjects sit? Then how about you sit on my face?”

“And how about I beat the fuck out chu?” I raise a brow and he lift his hands. “Exactly don’t forget I fight niggas,” I cock my head to the side and he throws his head back, laughing.

“Chill, I’m only joking. We’re friends now, right?”

“I’d rather drag my bare coochie over hot coal than be friends with a nigga like you,” I roll my eyes in response and Tek snickers as Duval frowns.

“Damn, why do you have to be so cold, Jess? I even helped you out,” he points out and I curl my lip.

“You got bout one more time to throw that shit in my face and then we gone have to tussle,” I warn and he nods, turning around.

“Yeah, what was up with that? Why did you both come to the bus together?” Tek takes his seat next to me, watching me with expectation.

“It was no big deal. I needed a ride,” I answer him with a shrug, not wanting to talk about Frank.

“What do you mean it’s not a big deal?! Jess, how could you get in the car with an asshole like him?!” Tek frowns with his big, bushy brows.

“I’m not scared of Duval ass,” I roll my eyes smirking, even though deep down I don’t want to.

“Jess, are you being serious right now? You’re too casual about getting in the car with a man you barely know.” Tek shakes his head, and I smile, ruffling his thick hair.

“Don’t worry about me, bro.” I tap his shoulder trying to lighten the mood even though I feel like shit. “I can handle my own lightweight,” I let him know, but his expression grows dark.

“I’m not your bro, Jess,” Tek sneers and Duval smirks.

“Yeah, he wants to be mor—” Tek smacks him upside the head, making Duval grunt and sit forward, holding his head, glaring at Tek.

“Why the fuck are you still here?” Tek balls his fist, gritting out, cutting him off, but that only makes Duval scoff bitterly.

“Because I want to be. Why? You got a problem?” He cocks a brow, and I look between them, downing the glass in front of me, feeling myself grow a little woozy and tired, enjoying something to take my mind off the fact that I broke up with my nigga, who I haven’t seen or heard from in days and left me on read… Man what the fuck is life right now?

“Yeah, I have a fucking problem, and you need to get fucking lost,” Tek sneers and I sip my beer, wondering where the fuck this animosity is coming from between them.

I’d heard they were best friends before I came, and now they really act like they hate each other. Honestly, they bicker like an old married couple.

“I don’t have to do sh—” Out of nowhere, the speaker blows up, and the lights in the club burst, creating sparks across the club.

What the fuck was that?!

Everyone screams and I duck, panicking, looking around seeing if we are under attack, but the room goes eerily cold, so cold I can blow smoke out my mouth. W-what the f-fuck?

I listen for gunshots, but when none come and I guess the backup lights come on, we all stand up, peeping the scene. My eyes dart around, looking for any source of harm that could come my way so I can bolt in the opposite direction because I might be a bad bitch, but I ain’t a dumb one.

But thankfully, it looks like it was an electrical issue and not some asshole wanting to go on a killing spree. I place a hand on my chest and grab Duval’s and Tek’s arm so we can go when my eyes skirt by Frank and… wait… my eyes skirt by Frank?!

I do a double-take and low and behold the mother fucker who disappeared on me is right before my eyes looking like the embodiment of sex, anger, and something else I cannot put my finger on.

I feel stuck, watching him study me with glaring blue eyes and sexy, curled lips as his eyes roam over me several times as if he’s trying to make sense of something.

First, his gaze lands on my low-rise tight leggings that fit my body like a glove, then my black crop top that shows my abs, belly button ring, and cup right under my full breast and bear arms. Then, his eyes take in my braids, which are usually in a ponytail, but today I have them down with a cute lil’ol’ black headband, keeping them in place with my swoopy baby hairs.

I bet he’s wondering why I’m out dressed like this, but it was all out of spite, even if he was never meant to see it, but the fact that he caught me out flaunting what was once his makes me feel smug. Yeah nigga, and what?!

His look of confusion makes my heart pound, but when his look spells death as his eyes lock on my hands grasping Tek and Duval’s arms, it makes me want to throw my head back and cackle with bitterness.

I spin on my heel, ignoring him, even though he looks so fucking edible right now.

His hair looks wind-kissed and tossed beautifully, and even though he’s not wearing a shirt, but a casual black jacket that probably costs more than my rent, the fabric clings to his shoulders lazily like it is dying to slip away and show my ass every carved inch of his chest that I miss licking.

And don’t get me fucking started on his abs, which flex with every breath he takes like he don’t know, or don’t care, that he’s walking around half-naked.

His grey sweat pants hang around his narrow hips, showing off the deep V cut of his lower abdomen like it’s hiding a secret. A BIG one .

Ugh! Who the hell wears shit like that and look that good?

Frank. That’s who.

I glance over to Tek and rub my eyes for a second because damn… in comparison to Frank, you know what, let me shut up. Tek looks annoyed and Duval looks spooked. Damn, when the speakers went out, it must have done a number on them.

“Jess, are you good?” Tek asks, looking me over and I smile at his concern. He’s such a good friend.

“Yeah I’m good, but I think it’s time we head out,” I tell them.

“Yeah, I think so, too,” Tek responds, taking my hand, dragging me through the crowd outside with Duval following behind us, looking back constantly, but the only person I don’t see is Frank.

I spin to try to spot him, but it’s so dark and everyone is moving about, so it’s hard to see anything that’s not right in front of your face.