Page 32 of Craved By Lust

“Husfriend? Is that the new term the girls are calling their guy best friends?” I chuckle, and he nods.

“Yup.”

“Fine, you can be my husfriend, but it doesn’t alleviate me feeling bad. I should help,” I try again, but he shakes his head.

“Let me serve you,” he states, taking me aback. Then again, Frank is always taking me aback.

“I don’t… I don’t understand,” I shake my head.

“What I mean is I don’t care if this is your apartment, mine, a family member’s, or a friend’s. When you’re around me, you will not lift a finger in service to me or anyone in my presence. Now do you understand?” he states so confidently that my heart skips and beat and I have to check myself.Wait a damn minute… why is my heart skipping so many damn beats like this?!

“Frank, come on, don’t be silly. I?—”

“Jessica…” He speaks, cutting me off, leaning in and running his thumb over my lips.

“Y-yeah…?”

“I’ve never been fond of repeating myself. Be a good girl and say you understand.”

“I understand.”

“Good girl,” he smiles and places a kiss on my lips, sauntering back over to my kitchen where he expertly busies himself as if he’s been here before. Meanwhile, I sit my ass here, stuck trying to figure out what the fuck is happening because I’m missing a few pieces to this puzzle.

“You must like to host,” I tell him, clicking on my Apple TV and surfing for a something to watch, high key wanting to put on some One Piece. But I’on think he ready for the GOAT yet. That’s boyfriend type stuff… that’s dedication, that’s love! I mean, you would have to love someone to sit through over one thousand episodes of pure genius and peak storytelling by Oda-sensei. I’m not willing to hand that type of responsibility over to just anyone. So, watching him from my peripheral, I choose something more palatable.

“Hmm… it’s a hobby I’ve just developed,” he answers, not pausing in his preparations.

“Oh, that’s so cool. So you like to cook and stuff too?”

“I never really had to, but I think nutrition and balanced diets are important, so I cook regularly.”

“That’s true. I wish I could get into the kitchen more to prepare my meals, but between practice, games, going to the gym, studying, and school, I don’t have much time to cook, so most my meals are either packaged or just noodles,” I laugh, looking up when he comes over holding a tray I didn’t even know I had.Didn’t Faythe send me something like that as a housewarming gift?

When he sets the wooden tray down on the table and I see plain as day that there’s a big ass black Hello Kitty in the middle, I have to snort to keep from bursting out laughing.Yes, Faythe ass definitely sent that.

“Nice tray. I hope you don’t mind me unwrapping it and using it,” he asks, and I chuckle, shaking my head.

“Nope. I’m glad it’s getting some shine. When it’s my day to host the guys for football Sunday, I don’t even think to use it,” I laugh and he goes stiff.

“S-so you have the guys from your team up here… often?” He picks up a plate, piling it with all the goodies that I like, handing it to me with a napkin he’s folded like a swan.When the hell did he do this?

“Yes, they come over regularly. Sometimes they even spend the ni—” The plate in his hands stumbles, but he instantly catches it and turns to me with a huge smile on his face, although it looks laced with something devious.

“Come again? Spend the night? As in, they sleep here… in your home… while you’re also here?” he frowns and I cringe, wondering if he heard the rumors going around about me, saying that I was having sex with the whole football team after a few of their girlfriends found out that they would come over.

The guys were sweethearts about it. They had my back and deaded that rumor immediately, but every now and again, some jealous bitch will start it again. Even though I would rather avoid it, I’ve had to body rock more than a few of their asses for trying me.

I nibble on the delicious sandwiches, suddenly feeling like shit as he disappears again, this time going to the bathroom.

“I… see….” He calls out and I hear water running.

“But it’s nothing, and all the guys are super nice. You could come by for the next time I host in a few weeks,” I quickly spout.

“You know what? I will,” he speaks out.

“Good! I’ll let you know the time,” I smile, happy that he’s not like the other guys judging me and shit.He’s the coolest guy I know.My heart fills with excitement, and I flick on the goat of all movies, The Longshots! The movie that made me believe that little Black girls can play football too. I wait for him to finish doing whatever he’s doing in the bathroom, but he shocks the hell out of me when he comes out carrying a whole ass foot spa and a bag from Sephora and Lush on his arm.What in the hell is happening?

I don’t get to ask the question because he plops the foot bath near my feet and plugs it up, making bubbles pop up. He then adds Epsom salts to the water and takes out all types of shit.

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