Page 25 of Craved By Lust

After sanitizing his hands, he takes mine again and sets me down before he turns to leave but quickly spins, leveling me with a commanding look.

“Stay,” his voice booms, causing everyone to look at us and my heart to race as I nod, letting him know I’m not going anywhere. But he glares at me suspiciously, seeming unsure if he can trust me to stay put before he shakes his head. “On second thought, why don’t you just co?—”

“Geez, Frank,” I laughed. “I’ll stay put, I promise.”

“But…”

“I’m serious. I’ll stay put,” I reassure him, taking the bags so he doesn’t have to carry them, but thankful I get to sit down.How the hell can he have so much energy and not care about the stares we’re getting?

“And you promise not to talk to any flies?” he pouts, and I frown but chuckle.

“Sure. If any flies dare talk to me, I’ll not only ignore them, but I’ll also make sure to slap them away,” I laugh and he places both his hands over his mouth, eyes widening, forming tears.

“Jessica! You’d do that for me?” his voice wavers, and I didn’t know what to say, so I just nod vigorously. A strange look comes over him, but before I can analyze it, he spins on his heel andbriskly walks off as if he’s got a lot on his mind. While I sit there and wait, my mind reels, trying to rein in my feelings for today.

Okay… so he kisses me, buys me things, calls me his girl… but he’s my friend, dresses like a girl… hmm…

“Excuse me. You’re Jessica Hurts, right?” I hear on the side of me and turn to see an older white woman standing there next to a man I assume is her husband as well as an attractive guy who looks about my age that might be her son.

“I am,” I smile, and her eyes light up.

“Oh my! Honey, I told you!” she giddily claps, dancing. “We are big fans! We just love you!” she gushes and my heart melts.

“Aww, thank you so much,” I blush, embarrassed by the praise when her husband steps forward.

“Young lady, you are a wonder and an inspiration to all little girls! The way you run the ball on the field, just wow!” He holds out his hand, and my heart races loudly in my chest for some reason as I find myself slowly… hesitantly standing to take his hand, shaking it.

“Th-thank you,” I smile, though the way my heart is beating right now, I feel as if I should be scared.

“Ms. Hurts, let me introduce you to my son, Vance. He also plays college football, and he’s a huge fan, as well.” His motherpushes him toward me, and he blushes, smirking handsomely. He’s definitely handsome, but he’s no Frank or hell, even Duval. He’s more like the typical football jock that most girls would go crazy for, but not me.

“What’s up? It’s nice to meet you, Jessica,” he says as he holds out his hand. “May I get an autograph?” he asks. I swallow and stare down at it, feeling like I need to bat it away, but I don’t want to seem rude. Lord knows what they would think of me, so I take his hand, and the moment I do, something like a jolt makes me snatch my hand away, wincing, and he does the same. “Whoa… what was that?” he exclaims, but I can’t answer. Something makes me look over to the far end of the mall, where I see Frank with a sinister look on his face and food spilled around him.Fuck…

“Are you okay?” Vance’s mom asks, motherly concern written on her face, and I nod to reassure her.

“Y-yes, uhm… must be the static in the air,” I chuckle, and we all laugh it off while from the corner of my eye I see Frank speaking to the janitor.Wait, why the hell am I acting like this? I did nothing wrong.

While they speak about football and my play, I do my best to listen, but my mind remains on Frank, who’d just finished talking and was marching over here with a look in his eye that made a bitch pussy wet and stomach drop in fear.

Quickly, I take a picture with them and sign my autograph, and I vaguely recall the guy handing me something with writing on it as they left, but by then, Frank is up on me, fuming.

“H-hey.” I place my hands behind my back for some reason, hiding the thing the guy handed to me.What was his name again?

“Jessica,” he calls out, voice dipped in sin and rage.

“Y-yeah?” I choke out.

“Hand it here, beautiful,” he beckons and I don’t know how, but I can tell what he’s asking for. My intuition makes me hand him the note the guy gave me and look down for some reason, ashamed. However, he forces me to look up and takes my hand, placing a blue suede rectangle box in my hand.

“For you.”

“Wh-what’s this?” I ask, but he only smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Open it and see.” He crumbles the piece of paper, throwing it in the trash, standing next to me. He pulls me down onto his lap in public, garnering stares, but oddly, I don’t care. I just open the box, and my heart, which had been racing, melts.

“Frank! It’s beautiful!” I gasp, stunned at the gorgeous, delicately spun gold necklace with a Spider on it, and eventhough I feel it’s too much, I don’t say it. Instead, I turn in his lap and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him gently on the lips, making his eyes go wide and dilate. “Thank you.”

“Jessica… Jesus for helvede Kristus.”(Jesus fucking Christ)” he groans and I shiver hearing him speak in his native language. “You have to stop cheating like this.”

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