Page 40 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

terminal trouble

Jessica

Fuuuuuck, I’m running late!

I run around our bedroom like a whirlwind, looking for my contacts. Ughhh!

“Baby, have you seen my contacts?”

“I haven’t,” I hear Frank somewhere behind me. Uuugghhhh! I groan, shaking my head, just throwing a new pair in my bag and holding the phone between my shoulder and cheek, my outfit laid out on the bed, mocking me like bitch I was supposed to BEEN on yo ol’ dusty ass body!

Bitch, you had better watch how you handle me! I mean mug it.

“Jess, are you listening? You need to hurry. Your flight leaves soon, and you still need to check your bags,” she huffs, and I nod.

“I know, I know! The plane leaves in two hours,” I grunt as I shuffle around the room.

“Oh did you remember to pack underwear?!”

“Yes, Bebe I remembered to pack underwear!” I mutter, frustrated because I need to buy more! They are always fucking coming up missing.

“Jess, did you get the media blitz itinerary print that I made for you?”

“Yes I got it.”

“You need to study it because you know you get no downtime. Also, it starts as soon as you get there, so y?—”

“I know Bebe! STOP YELLING AT ME!” I shout panicking, and Faythe and Bebe chuckle.

“Bro, she didn’t even yell. You stressed out like a mother fucker, but calm down, Jess. You’re going to do well,” Faythe’s innocent voice comes through and Bebe cosigns.

“Ugh, thank you guys. Sorry, but I’m just… this is a big deal,” I mutter.

“We know,” I hear Bebe speak tenderly in the phone. “You got this and we believe in you.”

“Hell yeah we believe in you, girl!” Faythe agrees.

“Aww, you guys are the best.” I tear up.

“We try,” Faythe giggles.

“Now if only you’d get your ass out the house and over to the that airport, th?—”

“I’m literally walking out the door now!” I cut Bebe off and she laughs.

“Alright girl, don’t forget to make sure your satellite location is on in case you lose signal,” she reminds me.

“Yeah because you know I’ll jet right on over and cuss all those media bastards out if they try some slick shit with you!” Faythe snaps, and I sit there with the mental image of Faythe in her Hello Kitty rainbow outfit and platform boots, cursing people out, which makes me belly laugh.

“Okay y’all I won’t forget. I’ll talk to y’all later.”

“Bye girl. Good luck,” Bebe voices.

“See ya, Jess! Good luck!” Faythe calls out.

“Bye y’all, and thanks,” I groan, hanging up, spinning in a full circle, wondering what the hell I need to do next, nearly crashing into Frank’s chest.

Again.

“Damn it! Sorry baby!” I mutter, but he’s pacing like a lion in a silk robe, biting his nail, hair still wet from the shower. The worry-crease between his brows is deep enough to make a canyon. His fever hasn’t broken yet. Hell, I can feel it radiating off him like he’s a furnace or some shit.

“Okay I made up my mind! I’m not going,” he mutters, jaw locked tight. “I’ll cancel the trip. I’ll tell my mom to go without me…” He goes to pick up his phone, but I snatch it away.

“Frank…” I throw the phone onto the bed and reach up to cup his face, pressing a kiss to his lips as he holds me tight, groaning. “Baby, you need to go. You passed out for three days last time you had a fever this bad. I’m not doing that again.”

He winces like I stabbed him, but I can see the fondness flicker in his eyes.

“But Jessica… I’m going to miss you!”

“Awww, how did I get such a cutie as my boyfriend?” I snuggle his nose.

“You mean husband, but I was lucky, I guess,” he answers and I raise a brow.

“The fever is making you delirious,” I giggle, high key loving my new title.

“I am delirious because you’re trying to leave me… I don’t want it.” He pouts.

“And FYI, I think we have to stop having insane sex when you’re sick.” He grabs my wrist gently, voice low and serious.

“But that’s literally why I’m going on this trip. If I don’t learn to regulate this fever, we can’t have sex whenever I want,” he tells me and I pause, biting my lip. Ugh I just love him.

“Fraaaaaank.” He leans in and I go to kiss him when Bebe sends me another text.

Bebe : Ma’am your location has not moved yet…

Bebe : Jessi you had better not miss this event! This is career changing for you!

I roll my eyes and grab my bag, typing.

Jess : Yes ma’am no worries I’m heading out now…

Faye : She lying she said that on the call.

Faye : But Jessss don’t forget the lip gloss! Hello Kitty blessed it! It’ll calm your nerves in front of the camera!

Jess : I didn’t forget Faye thanks boo!

Jess : You guys I’m leaving now! Stoopppppp!

I walk out of the house and over the car, where Frank comes over and kisses me hard, holding my face.

“Jessica, I don’t want to be without you…”

“Go,” I whisper. “Come back healthy. I’ll still be here and I promise we will never separate again.”

He groans, mumbling under his breath.

“You’re going to kill me…” he says as he finally lets me go and opens the door, taking my bag and putting it in the car before driving me to the airport even though he’s late to his own family trip.

All of his brothers and parents have been blowing up his phone, but he told them to wait because he refused to not see me off. Guhhh, can he be any sweeter?!

When we get to the drop off entrance, I go to get out, but he wraps his hand around my wrist, voice shaking. He really doesn’t want to let go.

“Baby?”

“I… I don’t want to be without you, Jessica.” My throat closes and I try to open it to say something, but the sound comes out like a strangled sob…

“I’m going to miss you, baby,” I tell him, blinking back tears. He slams out of the car, comes out, and pulls me into his arms tight, capturing my mouth in a kiss.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so fucking much. You go out there show them how the number one football player in the game does it, then come back to me… okay?”

“Okay Daddy,” I sniffle and he kisses my eyes, drying my tears before he grabs my bags from the trunk, putting them on a trolly. After that, he and I just hug for what feels like eternity and it feels so good until he pulls back and crouches down, glaring at my pussy.

“And you! ” he speaks with venom. “ You behave! ” he growls, curling his lip, and my mouth drops open, shook then a mother fucker because… did this nigga just tell my pussy to behave?! Sir!!!!

A bunch of people stop to stare, and I groan because why the hell is this man like this?!

“Frankgetyomotherfuckingassup!” I grit through my teeth but he just keeps glaring and in response, my pussy quivers, making me double over and moan.

“Ugnnn!” I shudder, insides pulsing as Frank curls his lip, standing before he pats it hard with a sigh. I pant when it finally calms down. Jesus… this man even got my pussy listening to him! Lord almighty, since when can a bitch be that sprung?

“Think about me every chance you get, okay?” He kisses me again.

“You know I will. You better do the same.”

“Little Baby, you might as well call me the People’s Champ from how hard I’ma be beating my dick thinking about you.” What?! I giggle at this nasty mother fucker and muff his head.

“Eww, stop,” I chuckle, going over to the trolly he placed my things on, waving and blowing him a kiss. “I love you! See you when you I get back!” I call out and he stands there with tears in his eyes, waving, making my heart ache.

“WHEN YOU GET BACK I’MA TAKE LIKE THREE… NO FIVE OR SIX OF THEM PPP LOANS!” he shouts at the top of his lungs when I go to enter the airport and I groan. This man is out of his fucking MIND!

“FRANK!” I grit out and wave bye to him, pretending I didn’t hear his nonsense and see he’s still crying with a wet red face as he wipes his tear on the back of his arm. Aww he’s so adorable! He’s really going through it… I hate that! Hopefully I can finish this up soon and surprise him.

Frank is always doing things for me, but this time…

I have the time and resources to do a little something for him.

As I go to check my bags in, my plans start to take shape.

This will be perfect. Frank won’t even be able to use his phone because the area he’s going to be in will have bad service, so I can do this perfectly and he would never suspect me!

Yes!

Once I check in and go through airport security, I exhale, still feeling a little down, yet excited. This is exactly as Bebe said… it’s the opportunity of a lifetime and during my off week too, so this was meant for me! I just know it.

I go to text my girls, heart full of adrenaline and anxiety, but still glowing from that kiss. I head to my gate, and I’m about halfway there when I see them, and I stop dead in my tracks.

Tek and Duval ass.

Just standing there, and I curl my lip, remembering the coach did say two others were invited as well.

I didn’t even ask who since I was way too excited to care about someone else, but I see where I went wrong.

See, God don’t like ugly, and now I’m boarding the plane and sitting in between these two mother fuckers like this is some type of cursed reunion.

Fuck…

Normally, Tek going to anything I’m involved in would have hyped me the fuck up, but he won’t even look at me, and Duval, while he not the dookie booty asshole he once was…

I still don’t like him, so I ignore all attempts of him trying to start a conversion with me and close my eyes until we get to get to Alabama.

“Damn,” I mutter, dragging a hand down my face. “This is going to be a long ass weekend.”