Page 50 of Owned By Frank

- I swear that if that bitch lays a finger on me Frank you will pay dearly! - I don't give him time to respond by walking around with a lot of anger.

He holds my arm and then pulls me in, thus embracing me. He brings his lips to my ear and whispers:

- Look on the bright side, Grace. You and me alone...

My body is electrified when I listen to him, his warm breath hits my neck and his hands have reached my waist.

I smile and can't believe it. That's when I remember about Dante and I can't help but show seriousness. Frank notices my restlessness and letting out a sigh he takes my cheek with one of his hands.

- Is something going on? - he asks.

I look at him a little uncomfortable, he misunderstood everything and we should talk about it.

- Frank, about Dante...

- He already explained everything to me Grace, there's no point in talking about it anymore since it's practically solved...

I smile and sit down, and then that perverted look consumes again our serious aura. He smiles mischievously and loses little by little his distance.

- You should stay away from my Frank...

He looks at me in a confused and amused manner and asks:

- Why? Do you plan to hit me too?

I laughed when I heard it.

- No. But it's very likely that you'll catch it...

- That's impossible. I never... Ashoo!

I laugh and can't help it. Frank has sneezed.

- You never catch a cold, do you? - I make fun of it.

- What a shit... - he says taking my hand to run towards the entrance of the mansion.

- What's going on? - I ask, still laughing.

- I can't fucking get a cold! – he tells me at full speed.

I can't stop laughing. We enter the mansion and he takes me straight to the kitchen.

- What now? - I'm laughing my head off.

- I'm a little hungry...

- And what do you plan to do? Wake up all the staff?

- Of course not - roll your eyes - I'm going to cook myself. And you know what, I'm going to show you a recipe that I don't usually share with anyone. - winks at me.

- Ow... Well, I want to try this delicacy...

He smiles and takes off his jacket seductively. He undoes the first three buttons on his shirt and within seconds a small part of his firm chest is visible.

He continues to push the buttons on his sleeves and slowly moves closer to me.

- W-what do you do? - Trying to get away from him.

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