Page 32 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)
telephone game
Jessica
I wake up in Frank’s arms, feeling like new money…
My muscles ache, my throat’s on fire from yelling Frank’s name the way he fucked me something serious… YES GAWD! Now that is what you call getting dicked down!
I just thank God nobody noticed! I roll over, climbing on top of my man and kissing him awake.
“Baby, get up or I’m going to class without you,” I smirk and his eyes pop open.
“Why are you threatening me so early in the fucking morning?” he groans, and I giggle.
“Wake up and you won’t have that problem.
” I place a chaste kiss on his lips and hop right on up and go into the vast two story closet that has only things for me, where I pick out a simple Naruto eating at Ichiraku Ramen shirt and some joggers, grabbing my bag, but I switch out my keychains to a Labubu that Frank got me recently that was done with the Fendi Collaboration.
Finally, I just throw on some regular old Nikes and roll out to see Frank is surprisingly dressed as a guy today for class.
“Aww, you’re not dressing up today?”
“Not today, Little Baby. I have business. I’ll hop in class to talk to my professor and then I’ll dip off to work for a bit.” He grabs his cologne and sprays himself, smelling up the whole damn room and I hold in a moan, breathing it in as I have flashback to when we first met.
“Oooo, you never talked to me about your work before.” I bounce over to him, and he goes still, looking down at me.
“Oh uhm… I’m actually going in to hand in my notice,” he voices and I place my chin on his chest, curious.
“Aww why? Were they working you too hard, or something? No, scratch that, why would you even do that when you have this much money anyway?” I narrow my eyes at him, and he clears his throat
“Little Baby, you’re going to be late,” he tells me. I look at the time and snort.
“Shit!” I leave him and run out the door and to the stairs, nearly falling to bust my damn face because my legs feel like jelly, but he catches me, scoops me up, and carries me down.
“Use the elevator, Jessica,” he warns, and I nod.
“Yes, Daddy,” I tease, and he turns those icy blues my way, making my heart sputter.
“Don’t make me fuck you right here and right now,” he grits out, and I throw my head back laughing.
“Okay, okay, I’ll be more careful from now on,” I beam as he gets to the last step, and I see a few of the staff members dusting and cleaning, but cleaning and dusting what?
Air? Ain’t a speck of dirt, not one, in this mother fucker, but hey, they need work, so I keep my mouth shut.
I’m not about to shit on nobody tryna get a bag.
“What do you want to eat for breakfast, Little Baby?”
“Uhm… chocolate chip pancakes?” I chew my lip at the childish request, but he asked and I want to be honest. I really love sweet things, but I kind of keep that part of me buried because I always felt ashamed for some reason…
I wanted to show others that I’m mature, plus I low key wanted to shrink myself.
I was always too tall, so I thought being thin would be best, even if I hated it and instead started lifting weights to bulk up for football and ate my sweets in secret.
“You got it, Little Baby,” he tells me as he kisses the top of my head and I watch him put on a pink apron and commence working on the best chocolate chip pancakes I’ve ever smelled in my life.
“Bon’ appetit.” He plates them, making them look so damn delectable, and when I sink my teeth into them, I moan.
Hell, these taste better than the pancakes at the maid cafe.
“Enjoy, Little Baby. I have to take a call.”
“Okay.” I wave bye, eating while I sit and scroll on my phone. Suddenly, my heart aches when I see a message from my mama pop up, and I roll my eyes.
Mama : Jessica you’re being childish. Call your parents! We need to talk about this!
What is there even to talk about? All they are going to tell me to quiet down and I’m not going to… no matter what.
I go to put my phone down, but it vibrates in my hand and I look to see it’s my dad… I want to ignore it, but I grit my teeth and close my eyes, picking up.
“H-hello?”
“Jessica! Why haven’t you been answering our texts?”
“Hello to you, too, Dad.”
“I would be more open to greeting you if you weren’t throwing a tantrum about something that is the best for you.”
“Oh my God, Dad, please…” I groan, pushing the pancakes away, suddenly not hungry.
“Jessica, please. I’m worried… I can’t sleep thinking about you getting hurt, just please…” I rub my temples and stay quiet, listening to him talk but not really saying shit. I mean, what can I say? He don’t even give a fuck about how I feel.
“Dad, can we talk about h?—”
“Jessica, I’ll be at your next game. Let’s talk then…” My heart thumps at his words, and I go still.
“Dad… do we h?—”
“We will talk then,” he states coldly and I don’t even have time to reject him because he hangs up and I throw my phone, feeling like shit.
Fuckkkkk this is bullshit!!!
I curl my lip pissed, but I quickly fix my lips when Frank walks back in because I don’t want to get him involved with this shit.
“Are you ready, Li— Wait… you didn’t finish your breakfast…” He frowns, looking at the half eaten pancakes.
“I’m just full, baby,” I wink and his cheeks go pink and my mouth falls open shook. Did Frank just blush?
“You really are something else, Jessica, you know that?”
“Only for you, baby.” I stand and chuckle. Though I don’t feel the best, I still put a smile on my face for him as he grabs my bag and heads to the car.
On the way to school, even though Frank and I are talking, my mind is on my small conversation with my dad and texts from my mom… but I do my best to stay focused because there’s no way this day can get worse…
“Have a good day in class, baby. I’ll pick you up after your last class.” He kisses my hand, and I wave him away, heading over to my building when I see a few of my team members clustered and laughing about something. I go to wave at them, but the second they spot me, everything dies.
Their smiles fade. Their eyes go wide, and they turn to avoid looking at me. What the fuck?
But I don’t even much sweat it. I just take my happy ass to class, take my notes, and leave unfazed.
It’s not like I give a damn if they’re acting funny, but it’s when I run into Tek that shit turns weird as fuck.
I spot him hanging out with one of the cheerleaders, his arm slung around her neck, and they look cozy and cute.
I smile at the fact that he’s got him a lil cutie and go over to talk to him.
“Hey T…” The moment he spots me, his whole demeanor shifts. He stiffens, eyes skimming past me like I’m a stranger. Not even a glance.
Whoa…
Now what in the Doug Dimmadome is going on here?
Tek is ignoring me? Why? I stand there watching him walk off, feeling odd, wondering what the hell is going on, when I hear the last voice I want to hear. I don’t even have time to dwell on it before I hear his voice.
“Damn, Arctic Beauty. You really made bathroom history, huh?” I turn to see Duval stank ass grinning, eyes dancing with amusement.
“What the fuck are you even talking about?”
“I’m talking about the rumors about you getting your back blown out by your crossdressing boyfriend in a guest bathroom. I gotta admit, hearing that was not on bingo card,” he adds, shaking his head, and a bitch stumbles a bit… the fuck he just say to me?
The who got what blown out where?
“Excuse the fuck outta me? What did you just say?”
“Oh, you didn’t know? Everyone’s talking about how that dude Frank had you begging like a mother fucker for the dick in Tek’s bathroom at the Monday Night Football party!
” Duval raises a brow and on mother fucking God, Shigaraki ass must have touched me the way I feel my body and mind crumble and turn to dust…
I want to be a Digglet and sink into the mother fucking ground! I place my hand over my mouth, face burning, hyperventilating, and he frowns.
“Hey… you alright?”
“What the fuck do you mean am I alright?!” I snap and he holds his hands up defensively. “What kind of stupid question is that?!” I pant, getting hotter.
“Whoa… relax. It’s not that deep, Jessica. Worse shit’s gone down at those parties. Yours was just… unexpected. But not even top ten in my book, so don’t freak out.” I stare at him, stunned in the midst of my panic… is… is Duval… trying to comfort me? That’s new.
“I was heard having sex with my boyfriend in my best friend’s house! And the whole damn campus knows about it! That is a big fucking deal!” I grit but he shrugs.
“I’m sure there was a reason… it was better than the alternative…
” He cringes and I scrunch up my face, trying to understand what the fuck he’s talking about, but fuck all that.
I’m just not in the mood…. I need to tell Frank!
“Seriously,” he assures, nudging my shoulder.
“People will move on. They always do. Next week, someone else will take a bathroom L, and you’ll be back to being our frosty queen. ”
I want to believe him, but my gut twists. Because it’s not just gossip. It’s me. My image. My control. My perfect line between athlete, anime nerd, and good girl.
I pull out my phone to text Frank, but I see that my girls messaged me on my two group chats.
The Otaku Baddies?
Sky : U ok??
Wanda : Yeah a buncha shit going around about U fren…
Jess : Yeah I’m good. All that shit is a lie… well… not the me getting my back blown out by Frank in the bathroom, but I’ma have to tell y’all about it later..
Sky : Of course! Let us know if we can do something for you
Wanda : Hell yeah girl we got yo back… I’ll threaten to beat up any person I hear talking about it.
Jess : thanks y’all! I think Ima leave campus early have a good day.
Wanda : You too boo.
A1’s Day 1’s
Faye : Morning y’all what y’all up too?
Bebe : Hey Faye I’m good, about to head to the library. Jess what you got going on today?
Jess : Morning you guys! Hope you have a good day today!
I text Faythe and Bebe not wanting to worry them because I know them two would be on the first flight here if they heard about the rumors, and I can’t have that. They have their own shit to worry about…
I stagger, lightheaded from how my heart is racing, but I feel a hand on my elbow steadying me.
“Hey chill, Jess… seriously it ain’t that bad…” Duval looks down at me, but I look around, and I see people staring at us, and I see girls whispering, giggling, and some dude passes by us.
“First, Frank. Now, Duval… what a hoe.”
“Chill!” Duval shakes his head, removing his hand. “You’re going to fuck around and find out,” he warns and the guy just snorts and mean mugs me.
Normally I wouldn’t give one, two, three, four fee fi fo fums about what someone has to say about me… but this is my perfectly curated image we’re talking about here…
As the only girl on the team, this could not only affect the teams morale if they think I’m going around fucking niggas that isn’t even my boyfriend… this for damn sure could affect my ability to stay on the team if coach choose to believe I was sleeping with Duval.
I step away from him, heart pounding.
“Jess, don’t worry about it… I’ll dead anything attached to me, so tell your boyfriend everything is good over here.” He holds up his hands taking a step back and quickly walking away and I stand there, lost. No matter how good last night felt in the moment, I can’t stop wondering…
Did I just burn down everything I worked so hard for?