Page 46 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

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Jessica

“Thank you so much, Director Hall. I look forward to your call.” I hold my hand out and give him a firm shake.

“Oh, I’ll be calling you personally, Ms. Hurts. I look forward to seeing what you can do tomorrow,” he smiles then nods, walking away, and I have to keep myself from freaking out as I text my homegirls about my potential brand deal with the head of a major sports energy drink.

A1’s Day 1’s

Jessica : Not me just getting a sports energy drink deal!

Jessica : I just wrapped my media blitz and baby I ATE.

Jessica : No stumbles, no drama, just straight confidence and curls laid to perfection

Jessica : Thank y’all for being my emotional support baddies these past few days. I swear I felt y’all in the room with me

I fire off rapid texts because they have been messaging me all day and hyping me up! God I love them to pieces!

Faye : OMGNESSS I KNEW YOU WOULD!!!

Faye : Jesssssssss you looked soooo good on camera!!! Like a powerful Hello Kitty CEO/pro football player!

Faye : Also… I see you wore the lip gloss I gave you last yeaarrrrrr! I could spot that slight shimmer a mile away! did it make you feel like a bad ass? I told you it was enchanted

I chuckle at Faythe’s shenanigans, but I do feel like it really did help calm my nerves.

Jessica : Girl YES!! I felt like a spell was on my lips. I was smiling like “hire me and fall in love. You’re welcome.”

Bebe : First of all: CONGRATULATIONS QUEEN!!!

Bebe : Secondly: I had an alarm set to watch the livestream. You absolutely crushed it calm, composed, and that closing line? Shakespeare could never.

Faye : Biiiiiiiitttccccchhhhh the scream I scrumpt when you told that man “I don’t have time for rumors. I’m too busy making history.”

Faye : YAASSSS THE FUCK MA ’AMMMMMMMMM

Faye : ima change yo name to Shera Seven in my phone because sprinkle sprinkle

Jess : I’m crine y’all are TOO much. I love y’all.

Jess : lolololololol but keep gassing me UPPPPPP

Bebe : And will!!!!!!!

Bebe : Manifesting multi-million dollar contracts and shit

Bebe : Hell I’m already researching carry-ons for private jets and I’ma ack all types of brand new when you come pick us up! Lol like I don’t have time today, I’m going to fly on my friend jet to watch her play the Super Bowl

Jess : the only typa booked and busy I’m tryna be

Faye : Hell yeah! I swear the world is not ready for you Jess!

Jess : You better fucking believe it!

Jess : Okay now somebody drop a meme cause I need to laugh before I pass out after I get to my hotel and shower!

The chat is still going, but I see I also got text from Sky and Wanda.

The Otaku Baddies?

Wanda : JESSICA HURTS

Wanda : I just watched that interview and ma’am…

Wanda : WHO SAID YOU COULD SERVE MAIN CHARACTER ENERGY LIKE THAT???

Sky : Biiiiitch. Not you giving Rukia energy in a Chanel blazer.

Sky :I was in my room clapping like you just beat a final boss.

Jess : LMAOO I was channeling big Asta energy

Jess : It was terrifying!! My lip was literally trembling under that lipstick.

Wanda : Girl it didn’t show at all!

Wanda : You was Meg the Stallion star star star star

Jess : I swear between y’all and my childhood friends Ima get a big ass head lol

Sky : But fr tho. You handled those questions like you were on the Crunchyroll red carpet.

Sky : “Noise is what happens when you’re making impact.” SHONEN PROTAGONISTS WISH.

Jess : Thank my Media coach for that one! Man, Amara did her big one with that right?!

Jess : Also thank you guys for checking on me it really means the world to me.

Wanda : Nah We got your back and your browser history

Wanda : Also I MAY have installed an auto-scraper that flags negative mentions of your name online Just… ignore that.

Jess : You a real one fam!

Wanda : and never fake

Sky : Soooo basically Wanda is your internet bodyguard and I’m your emotional support gamer with snack privileges

Sky : It’s giving elite squad.

Jess : Elite and UNSTOPPABLE.

Jess : Anime Club Baddies rise

Wanda : Period. Now we have more to celebrate for Jess. Let’s do it for binge night.

Wanda : Jessica gets to pick the anime and NO COMPLAINING, Sky.

Sky : Fine. But only if we eat ramen outta fancy bowls and cosplay as background characters for no reason.

Jess : Say less I’m bringing the mochi and my ugly Totoro slippers.

I swear between the two groups, my thumbs are flying across the phone screen until I get up to my hotel floor and let them know I’m going to call it a night because I swear, fatigue hits me fast and hard.

I’m so tired, I pull off my shoes, trudging up to my door with barely enough energy to slide my key card. I think my eyes are closed even as I walk into the room, but I make damn sure the hotel door clicks shut behind me.

My shoes hit the floor, my bag drops, and I lean against the door, eyes fluttering shut.

Ahhhh silence! Blissful ass, peaceful ass SILENCE!

I did it.

I killed that interview. I flipped the narrative, put my name on the damn map, and hopefully inspired other little Black girls so they can be whatever they want. I’m proud of me… I am… SO proud of me, but fuck… I shake my knee, placing my hands on my head, heart going crazy.

Right now all I want… is him.

I sigh, shaking my head at my ridiculousness.

This is so unlike me, I never been so down bad for a dude like this, but Frank…

shit, that man just does it for me. I pull out my phone, going straight to his number, wishing I could message him, but I know it’s no point because he already told me he wouldn’t be able to reach me.

Fuck! I should be celebrating my amazing day, but here the fuck I am thinking about my nigga.

Jessica, you need to get your head in the game!

I groan and stand, feeling even more drained than when I run drills.

Now I see why athletes hate the media part.

I walk slowly over to where my bed is, ready to take off my shirt, but as soon as I flip on the lights, my mouth fall open when I spot balloons floating across the ceiling in deep reds, blacks, and golds tied with silk ribbons that shimmer like they were spun from silk.

Some spell out my name. Others simply say “Mine.” Most say “Congratulations Little Baby”

What?! My heart thumps as I take in everything, head reeling as my eyes land on the bed that’s buried beneath gifts.

On top, I see a Louis Vuitton duffel, monogrammed with my initials in gold thread.

Next to it, a Chanel flap bag in cherry red caviar leather, sitting pretty like it knows it’s the queen of the room.

A Dior saddle bag rests beside a Balenciaga Hourglass, both in matte black like they were chosen to match my game-day cleats.

There’s even a Bottega Veneta clutch in knotted white leather with a card that reads:

“To my Pretty Little Baby, the star of the show.”

Wait a damn minute… I try to process everything, but I turn and my mouth drops to the floor. These cleats…

A customized pair of Nikes with my team color on them, just like the shoes created by The Shoe Surgeon for Odell Beckham in Super Bowl 2022. The Nike swoosh has diamond-encrusted filling, but this looks way more expensive… way wayyyyy more expensive!

I plop down in bed shaken, heart beating wildly. When did he have the time to all of this? A smile lights my face and I squeal and drop back on the bed, but I bump my head on something.

“OUCH!” I rub my head, groaning, but turn to see a long black velvet box on the bed, tied with a blood-red ribbon. My name is written in sharp, elegant gold lettering I’d recognize anywhere. The smell hits me before I even touch it. Frank . My body warms just breathing it in.

I tear the ribbon off slowly and gasp when I see lingerie that looks as if it’s spun from spider webs, but the webs are deep crimson. Barely there. Silk and lace with cutouts in all the places I’m pierced. There’s also a note, written in that slanted, impatient scrawl.

“For tonight. Pretend I’m watching.”

I let out a shaky breath, thighs pressing together without thinking. My pussy throbs at the memory of his voice, that tail wrapped around my leg, his horns brushing against my skin as he… God!

“Frank…” I bite my lip.

I moan, pussy quivering as I stand on shaky legs, moving everything off the bed and onto the desk before shedding my clothes and showering, washing off the day slowly, feeling like Frank is here with me.

Outside the shower, I pretty much stagger to the bed and slip into the lingerie like I’m obeying an order. And I am…

“F-Frank?” I whisper, trembling. He doesn’t answer. Of course he doesn’t, but I half expect that crazy man to pop out of nowhere and watch me. I mean… it might sound crazy as fuck, but I feel him.

I can feel Frank next to me… I can feel him inside me…

“Ughnnnn!” I double over, body still aching from how he fucked me last night.

I honestly don’t know how I was about to get up the next morning and be okay because the way that three-piece combo hit me so hard.

“Ugnnn fuckkkkk!” I arch my back, thinking about that night as his heavy ass weight pressed me down.

His deep ass voice rasps in my ear when he says I’m his. My fingers trail down my stomach, teasing between my pussy, begging to let him fill it with his babies.

I miss his tattoos that make me want to lick him, his mouth that eats the fuck out of my pussy, and God… that damn tail and horn! I turn on my side, sheets grazing softly against my skin.

“Baby, I miss you!” I whimper to nothing, knowing he’s not there. “If you were here, I’d let you eat my pussy as much as you like,” I whisper, hand trialing lower, and I smile, already hearing his deep raspy voice in a warning.

“Jessica.”

Low. Deep. Dangerous.

And because I’m the typa bitch that’s a glutton for punishment, I’d spread my legs and slide my fingers right between my pussy lips, showing him just how ready and wet I already am for that big ass dick he’s slanging.