Page 4 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

All too quickly I’m swept off my feet and a bitch don’t know if I’m floating, flying, or fucking what because all I see is a damn blur of people getting knocked left and right before I feel the warm, sticky air from outside hit my cold skin.

Confused, I glance down to realize I’m in Frank’s arms and even though a part of me wants to settle and snuggle in because I missed him, I push out of his arms.

“LET ME GO!!!” I shout, nearly falling, but he catches me before I hit the ground.

“Stay still, Jessica. You’ll hurt yourself!” he snarls, trying to keep me steady, but I snatch out of his grip.

“Frank, let me the fuck go!”

“NO!” he shouts, taking me aback.

“What the fuck do you mean no?! Do you think you can show up after ignoring me and leaving me on read and I’m supposed to skip the fuck off with you? Nah fuck that, keep that same energy, and keep ignoring me,” I growl and he stands me up, facing him.

“Jessica, be fucking for real right now.” He kisses his teeth as I turn to walk off . He grabs my arm, pulling me back and looking me over before pulling off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders, but I shrug that shit off and onto the ground.

“I’on need it. I’m good.” I roll my eyes and he pauses, staring at me before bending down, keeping his eyes on me, snatching the coat up, fluffing the jacket off and placing it around my shoulders again.

“I said I don’t need it!” Hell, I dressed up to come out tonight and I want to show it off.

When I shrug it off again, he places his hands on my shoulders watching me intently.

“I. Didn’t. Fucking. Ask.” He buttons it up, throwing me a look that dares me to take it off again.

“And why the fuck do I have to listen to you?” I goad, and his jaw clenches.

“Jessica. Stop.”

“I don’t listen to my exes.”

“Oooo fucking wee… you are trying me…”

“I ain’t trying shit with a nigga I’m not da?—”

“Jessica…” he whispers, placing a hand on my face, voice sounding eerie as hell. “I’m losing my temper.”

“Fuck your temper.” I spit and his lip curls, nose flaring, making me glare at him.

“You think this is funny?” he growls.

“On the fucking contrary. Ain’t shit funny about my ex-nigga showing up after days of ghosting me and thinking he running shit,” I sneer.

“Oh, you’re showing out tonight, huh?” He smirks before sighing. “Look, I understand you’re pissed, but don’t you think you’re doing way too fucking much and going way too fucking hard without an explanation, Little Baby?” he huffs.

“Nah, I’m going as hard as I should. Your time to do that was when you left me on read, or you could have called, but you didn’t.

Now I don’t have shit to say to you EX-boyfriend!

” I point out, making sure to heavily enunciate the ex part, and Frank raises an unamused brow as his eyes darken like he’s ready to murder someone.

“Jessica… why the fuck are you playing with me like I won’t drag you to the nearest empty building and fuck some sense into you? Watch that disrespectful mouth of yours and how you handle your husband, because there ain’t shit broken up about us.”

“Oh? Last I checked, you READ the, “We’re through,” message I sent. I’m not sure why you’re so confused.”

“For fuck’s sake Jessica…” He throws his head back exasperated, and I take that time to smack his hand away and turn just in time to see Tek and Duval come out of the throng of people bussing out of the club.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Tek comes over and grabs onto my shoulder, and Frank’s gaze snaps to where he’s touching me as his eyes flash.

“Out of respect for my wife, I’ll give you the courtesy of warning you to remove your fucking hand,” Frank points, and Tek scoffs.

“W-wife? Who the fuck are you to call her that? You didn’t even show up to her game tonight,” Tek goads, and that surprises me and makes me look back because I didn’t talk to him about this… I don’t talk about my personal life with anyone, so how did he know?

“Tek, how did you know?”

“How could I not when you kept looking at the stands and checking your phone…?” His hand cups my face and his thumb brushes over my cheek. “I saw you cry after the ga?—”

“AHHHH!” I scream when Tek is snatched away from me and goes flying in the air, crashing into the dumpsters, and just like in those movies, a black cat screeches and goes running across my feet in the alley.

FUCK…. “TEK!” I shout, sprinting over to him to make sure he’s okay, but this nigga laid the fuck out like a light. Shit…

I check his breathing, panicking, but lets out a breath when he groans, and luckily, his head didn’t make impact with the ground.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” I shout, turning my attention to Frank who throws me a nonchalant look.

“I gave him a warning, and he chose to ignore it.” He points an accusatory finger at Tek.

“What the fuck, Frank?! Are you a child?!”

“No, I’m your fucking husband, and I do not like when others put their hands on what the fuck belongs to me,” he sneers.

“Well news the fuck flash, I do not belong to you I. Am. Single!” I roar and, in that moment, a big ass bolt of lightning strikes across the sky, scaring the shit out of me. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

“Jessica…” I glance up to Frank standing there with tears in his eyes.

Wait, is this dude crying? “Why are you being so mean?” he pouts, taking my hand, and kissing it.

“Why are you saying that you broke up with me?” He smoothly pulls me into his arms, hugging me tightly.

“Why are you breaking my heart?” He holds me against him, and I can feel his heart beating so fast, I’m left to wonder if he’s okay.

“I…”

“Jess…” I go still and try to turn, but Frank keeps me in place.

“Why the fuck won’t these flies go the fuck away?!” Frank growls under his breath, and I look around and make a face because this man clearly needs to get his eyes checked. There are no flies around tonight.

I push out of his arms and turn to Duval, standing there holding a limp Tek over his shoulder. Shit... I almost got swayed.

I go to walk over to them, but Frank captures my arm, and Duval takes a step back.

“Hey, let me g?—”

“I’ll take Tek to his room…” Duval states, looking over his shoulder, then back to me. “Y-you… you just deal with that.” He nods and I turn to see Frank glaring, but when he feels me looking, his face falls and he pouts like a pitiable brat.

“I agree, Little Baby. I think we should let him take that bug… I mean that pest… I mean that rodent… I me?—”

“I fucking get it,” I snap which makes him pout some more and wrap his arms around my shoulders. I roll my eyes when more tears fall but I see in the glass window across from us he’s glaring at Duval like a mother fucker. Ugh, I guess I’ll have to owe him one again…

“Thanks, Duval, I owe you one. Please text?—”

“Don’t text her shit.”

“FRANK!”

“But baby, I’ll be too busy beating this pus—” I cover his mouth and he deflates like a little puppy dog.

“Text me wh?—”

“Don’t. I’ll send someone to get word on him for you. All you need to do is pay attention to your man.” Frank kisses the palm of my hand and ugh… I hate how tingles spread through my body, making my nipples grow hard.

I wanted to curse him the fuck out. I want to scream…

I want to shout but… I also want to hear what he has to say.

I want to give him the benefit of the doubt .

I grit my teeth, heart pounding, watching him rub his face on my hand like he misses me more than anything, confusing me even more, and I sigh.

“Fine. Please let his people know how Tek is. You get back to the hotel safe,” I tell him, and he nods, walking off, leaving me alone with Frank.

But I don’t even say anything to him. I just hail an Uber and he follows like the lost puppy dog he is.