Page 35 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

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Jessica

I trudge upstairs to my apartment, feeling odd. It’s been a long while since I’ve been here… An eternity, really, but I need time to be alone…

I fumble for my house key to go inside but my eyes widen in surprise when I see that my key doesn’t work… what the helly?

Frowning, I try to insert it again then jiggle the doorknob, but that bitch won’t open! What in the fuck is going on? But when the door swings open, and a beautiful… no… to say this girl is beautiful would be an insult to her. She dead ass looks like a human Black barbie doll, but better.

I’ve never seen a girl so pretty that she puts pretty to shame. Hell, even the fact that she’s got her face screwed up in a mean mug makes her look even prettier.

“What the fuck is your problem trying to break in my place in broad daylight?!” she snaps and I’m shook for a second because did she just say her place? I step back to look at the apartment number. Sure fucking enough, this is my place, but when I look past her, I see none of my shit.

“Uhm… my bad I know this might sound silly, but when exactly did you move in here?” I narrow my eyes, confused.

She looks like she wants to go off on me, but she folds her arms under her ample chest, eyeing me, and I guess she comes to some sort of conclusion, and her expression morphs into something much softer that matches her pretty face.

“Not long ago… I just transferred over here,” she states a bit more kindly, and I blink, shook.

“O-oh…”

“I’m sorry, is there a problem?” she asks, genuinely concerned.

“Uhm… yeah, a bit,” I let her know honestly. “I’m just confused because up until like now, this was my place. I didn’t even technically move out… so I wasn’t expecting my key to not work, and I know I paid all my bills, so….” I trail off, and her pretty lips form an O.

“Dang… I had no idea. I saw this place listed for little to nothing so I snagged it up and moved in immediately. Same day, actually. Hold on, let me get my phone and check.” She rushes from the door, and honestly, it’s odd to be standing outside my place with another girl occupying it…

When she comes back, it’s weird as hell to say she got prettier.

As she scrolls through her phone, I take in her luscious, dark brown skin that has not a single blemish.

Her long hair seems to be dyed jet black, which gives her a mysterious look.

She has a beauty mole on her bottom lip that draws the eyes low with almost seductive cat eyes that tease.

She drapes her hair behind her ear, and the smell of cookies wafts over me. Dang, she smells good!

“Dang, I can’t seem to find the ad, but it was here not too long ago… it’s even erased from my pictures!” she pouts, scrolling for a while, clearly growing frustrated.

“No, it’s all good.” I hold up my hands to her and go to open my mouth, bu?—

“Oooooo how lucky am I that today I get to see my little bad bitch as soon as class ends?” I narrow my eyes and turn, knowing that voice from anywhere. While we don’t play the same sport, he is just as popular on campus as Tek and Duval… the number one hockey player in school, Micah…

I’ve lived next door to this asshole for months.

He was one of the fine mother fuckers who caught my attention when I first came to this college.

With his curly jet black hair, full pink lips, pretty teeth with grey eyes and tanned skin, he was fine than a mother fucker…

but definitely more handsome than I would like…

But he and I barely said more than hi and bye, and eventually even that stopped, barely sparing each other a glance. One thing I do know about him is that he’s a hoe hoe, and apparently one of the biggest jerks on campus, but these bitches be all over him.

“Ugh,” the girl curls her lips in a scowl, rolling her eyes. “Trash alert.”

“Awww, you wound me.” He places his hand over his heart, smiling at her with teasing eyes before he turns them over to me. “Oh, didn’t you use to live here?” He points to me and I raise a brow because he knows damn well I used to live here.

“Yeah and?”

“Nothing, I was just surprised that one baddie moved out and another one more my type moved in… I’m one lucky mother fucker,” he smiles and I curl my lip right along with her. Ugh… what a jerk…

“Can you just move the fuck a long?!” she seethes.

“Can you just suck my dick… please…? With a cherry on top. Actually, I got some at my place right now.” Guh! What the fuck is wrong with this bastard?!

“No, thank you. I only suck big dicks. I don’t entertain niggas with peety whackers smaller than a Vienna sausage.” She waves him away. Yasssss you tell his ass girl! Lil’ dick mother fucker!

“Oh Lyanna, you showing out in front of ya lil’ friend, but weren’t you the one creaming on this Vienna sausages, shaking and crying, saying you can’t handle it?

” He grabs his junk in his grey sweats, and good lord!

While he’s not packing like my man my man my man, he’s definitely close!

I turn away and see her mouth drop open.

Girl, no the hell you didn’t ride this man dick and call that a Vienna sausage!

“I… I was pretending!” she stammers and he smirks, stepping past me. He pulls her in his arms, and she looks so little compared to him as she stares up intimated and he looks down at her with a devilish smile. Damn, they look good together…

“Then let’s pretend I don’t keep my shit together while you wrap those sexy ass lips around my dick…

then I’ll pretend to make you beg like a good little bad bitch while I shove my tongue in this ass and pussy while you ride my face.

Deal? So, you want to pretend some more with me, Lyanna?

” He leans in, grabbing her ass and pecking her lips as I look between them, waiting with bated breath for her answer.

“I… I g-guess I can pr-pretend a l-little bit.” Oop!

When I say this mother fucker wastes no time picking her up and grinding his dick on her, grasping her hair.

“Who’s big daddy’s good little bad bitch?”

“I… I am?” she whimpers.

“On God… you are.” He sucks her bottom lip into his mouth and kicks the door shut with his foot right in my face, and I just stand there. A second later, I hear…

“Ohhhhh fuckkkk Miiiicaaaahhhh!” And I skedaddle my ass away, shooketh, calling up an Uber.

“Yoooooo what the fuck is going on?!” I shake my head, glad when my Uber pulls up quick, but he side eyes the hell out of me when he sees that the address is in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.

Then again, Frank’s house is massive… and he has so much land that it has no choice but to be away from the city.

I’m just glad the driver doesn’t kick me out.

The entire ride I just lean my head against the mirror, thinking about my day.

Everything feels so fucked up… from the rumors going around about me, to my apartment being occupied, to hell, just everything.

I just want to go home and work this shit out…

I just know they have a gym somewhere in that big ass house.

When we finally pull up to the gate, the guy drives up and a big ass, mean mother fucking looking guard stands there with a rifle in his hand.

The driver turns his big ass eyes on me, scared.

I can only chuckle awkwardly and roll down my window to say my name, but the moment I do, the guard stands at attention, salutes, and opens the gate.

“Welcome, Milady,” he states as if he’s talking to a military officer, and the poor Uber driver side eyes the hell out of me with a silent question. Who the hell are you, lady?

I don’t even have an answer to that, so I keep quiet and watch his mouth fall open wide when he pulls up to the estate. Immediately, an older man who’s waiting at attention rushes over to open the door, shocking me.

“Milady!” he bows. “My word! We were not expecting you to be home so early and in an unauthorized vehicle!” he sputters. I look him over and I can see he’s a cut above the rest of the butlers around. His suite is nicer, and his energy seems to carry more authority.

“I’m sorry, and you are?” I ask as he shuts the door and pulls out a bill to tip the man before the guy drives off happily.

“I am Randolf, the head butler to Lord Metchie’s estate. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Head Butler? Really? Frank is just way too OP right now…

“Nice to meet you, Randolf, but it’s my bad. I didn’t wait on Frank and decided to come home early…” I tell him, and that’s not a lie. “I could have called Frank, but I didn’t want to bother him since he said he had a meeting at work.”

“Bother?! Why, you could never be a bother!” he follows after me, speaking in a clipped but professional tone.

“I know, but still… I just needed some time alone…” I let him know.

“Very well, madam. May I escort you to the gym? Lord Metchie mentioned your preference for unwinding after a demanding day, so we’ve taken the liberty of designing a space we trust will meet your satisfaction.” Daaaaaammmnnnn Daniel… this shit just keep getting more and more unreal.

“S-sure,” I nod. “I’ll just take th—” He snaps and like she got instant transmission, a maid is suddenly standing there.

“Good evening, Mistress Metchie, I pray you had a wonderful day.” She bows and I stand there, shook. Pray?! Good lord!

“Uhm… yeah, it was alright.” I rub the back of my neck, feeling awkward.

I’ve never been here without Frank, and to have this much attention on me is weird…

though I always wondered how those girls feel in those reincarnation manga, and this must be it.

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