Page 37 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)
I stare up at Lemont, awestruck… in the story, this man mourned Katrina like she was his religion.
He was so pitiful… and now he stands before me.
My heart races and it makes me feel like shit…
that bitch Ula really ruined so many lives…
but I’m going to fix it. I’m going to hook these two up!
Let’s commence operation teach Katrina how to suck dick so she can get her a husband, some business that isn’t Ula, and keep her ass from dying!
Then maybe I can also meet Elios again a ? —
“Jessica!” I jump up, phone falling from my hands, and I see Frank standing there, looking like a full course meal.
I was honestly mad at him earlier for all the rumors and stuff, but after getting home and seeing his face full of such much joy at my open arms, my heart sputtered.
“Little Baby… I missed you.” He crawls into my arms and… good fucking God, he’s burning up!
“Frank! Baby, you’re running a fever!” I sit up and touch his forehead, and I damn near have to pull back from how hot he is. “Hell no, you need to go to the hospital.” I try to get up, but he keeps me down.
“No, I’m fine.”
“The hell you are! You’re burning up.”
“And I’ll be okay as long as you’re here with me.
” He snuggles up on me and on God I want to push him off me…
not because I don’t want him on me, but because I start sweating.
I feel like I’ve got one big ass and heavy heating blanket on me, but I can do nothing about it, so I just bear with it and hold him even though I’m soooooo hot.
“Baby, are you su?—”
“I’m sure, Jessica… actually, I have an appointment Thursday. I think I’ll be gone until maybe Saturday,” he sighs as if it’s the worst thing in the world and to me it is because I’ll miss him, but he has to do what he has to do.
“What is it for?”
“My mother and father are taking my brothers and me somewhere for the weekend… b?—”
“Oooo, so like a family vacation?” I perk up and he smiles, but he shakes his head, laying it back on my chest.
“No, though we will all certainly be there, but more than that… I don’t want to leave you. I want you to come, but…” he trails off and I chuckle, understanding.
“Hey, I get it… I don’t know your parents yet, and I think it would be awkward if I started popping up all willy-nilly during your family outings.
I think I should start with meeting them first and preferably after a solid thirty days of dating,” I giggle and it’s so surreal…
Frank and I have only been going out technically for about a week…
and have only known each other for about three weeks.
So I don’t think his mama and daddy would take too kindly to knowing he’s already moved in with a woman he barely even knows… I don’t think that will fly at all.
“Hell no. That has nothing to do with it. My parents don’t run shit over here, so that would never be the reason I’m not inviting you somewhere…
I’m not doing it this time because we’re going somewhere that…
well…” he groans as if trying to look for the words to describe it.
“Well, to put it plainly, it’ll be hell, and I don’t want you in that type of environment. ”
Oop… he must be going home to Scandinavia or something. His people gotta be one of the Four R’s: racist, rude, rigid, or religious. I’m glad he’s trying to protect me because I want no parts of the drama. I already have enough shit going on.
“It’s not a problem, baby. I hope you have a good time,” I tell him with a warm smile.
“I doubt it, but apparently it’ll help me deal with these fevers, so I’ll tolerate them for now. Enough about me… how was class?” he asks.
“They were good… pretty easy,” I briefly tell him about my lectures, breezing past the rumors and shit since he’s clearly not heard them and I’m glad about that…
“I’m glad, Little Baby.” He kisses my chest. “So, how do you like your woman cave?” he asks, and I snort.
“This is a whole ass house, Frank. Actually, speaking of a house,” I pause and side eye him…
“What is it, Little Baby?”
“Did you move me out of my apartment?” I glare at him, and he goes still.
“Whoa… would you look at the time…” He stands and I grab his ass by the collar and yank him back down.
“FRANK!”
“Little Baby, I just wanted to be with you!” He pouts and I roll my eyes at him.
“FRANK! YOU… UGHHH!” I growl and he pouts deeper.
“I just wanted my wife!” he tries to defend himself and I scrunch up my face.
“And what the hell does that have to do with you breaking and entering into my apartment and moving my things?!”
“I didn’t break and enter… I had a key!”
“And where the hell did you get a key?! And where the hell are my things?!”
“Well, your things are around the house,” he states, breezing by the whole key situation.
Nigga, you ain’t slick! But honestly, I’m too tired to care, and I’m not in the mood to fuss about a place that didn’t even feel like home in the first place.
What I’m more upset about is him going behind my back and not even bothering to consult me…
“Frank, you should have asked.”
“I know, Little Baby… I should have. I was wrong,” he whimpers, laying his hot head on my breast. “But your husband is sick, so can you forgive me?” He pouts adorably. I laugh and sigh, wrapping my arms around him.
“Baka (idiot) … there was nothing to forgive.” I kiss his head and run my finger through his hair, until he falls asleep in my arms, and I see that he really was tired. That’s why I’m glad I didn’t bring up today and the rumors. Damn… I really don’t want to go to class tomorrow.