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“Good girl. I guess I’ll take away one of the strikes off your list.”

“Strikes? What are those?”

“It’s the number of times I’ll spank that ass for pissing me off over this weekend,” he voices calmly, but I can tell he’s anything but calm.

“Oh? A-and how many are on that list?” I question, intrigued.

“Enough to make that sexy ass hard to sit on,” he grunts and I jump, sitting forward with nothing more to say. At least for now…maybe me not saying anything will add to that list…

Chapter 12

My Best Friend

JESSICA

The entire ride, I fiddle with my fingers, wanting to ask him why he didn’t return my text, but I know I have no right. It’s not like he and I are dating and I also didn’t return his text but… I still want to know.

I don’t know how or when, but Frank has warmed his way into my heart.

Is it the cool way he goes about life or the sexy way he cuts his clear baby blues at me? Or is it his swag? Hell, maybe all of it, but I’m hooked and I don’t think I’ll be getting rid of these feelings in the slightest.

I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, enthralled. Even though he dresses as a woman, his mannerisms are all fucking male, and I don’t know why that’s sexier. I feel so damn weird just looking at him and my mind goes to all these crazy places and leaves me wondering if I have always been this way or didhe make me this way?I think I’ve always been this way…but Frank definitely catapulted it.

Now that I think about it, all the guys I’ve ever been attracted to are what anyone would consider pretty boys. I can’t help it. I have a type, and I like the K-pop looking anime guys. Frank is legit my dream man. Kind, sweet, lovable, pretty, handsome, sexy, swagged out, and boy, does he know how to control the room. He’s so fucking perfect and I ju?—

“Jessica, if you keep staring at me like that, you’ll regret it.” He rubs his chin as if frustrated and I look ahead, though I want to ask him exactlyhowhe thinks I might regret it, but I chicken out.

“S-sorry I’m a bit on edge, I th-think I need to let off some steam,” I groan truthfully. I’m so out of wack with Frank now that I realize my feelings.

“You can do that once me get to my place. I have a home gym.”

“Oh that’s cool!” I trail off, looking at him out of the corner of my eye again.

“What is it Jessica?” he smirks and I sigh, giving up on holding the question in.

“I… I was only curious as to why you’re taking me to your place.”

“Why? You don’t remember?” I go to open my mouth to say no, but for some reason, I feel like that will only piss him off, so I say nothing. “Jessica, baby girl…” He runs his hands down his face, groaning so loud I feel that shit deep in my guts, making me shudder. “For fuck’s sake, do you think about anything other than sports?” he questions as he turns his signal on.

“Of course I do.” I turn to see where we are, and my mouth drops open when he pulls into a bad ass highrise building. “Whoa…!” I marvel when he pulls into the garage and parks in a reserved parking spot next to six other empty reserved spots.Wait… does he really live here?

“Then why don’t you remember any of our dates?” He shuts off his car and I turn to him, blinking, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he lives here… but my mouth forms an O when I realize I completely and utterly forgot we had plans!Shit!Hell, if it’s not school and football dates, I’m always forgetting shit. That’s why Bebe always sends me my schedule. I’m a klutz when it comes to dates.

“Haha, of course I remember! I… uhm… was joking,” I chuckle awkwardly, and he just sits there staring at me as if he wants to reach over here and…wait, reach over here and what, exactly?

“You really know how to try me, huh?” He raises a brow and I smile bright at him, heart thumping, swallowing nervously.

“I-is that a bad thing?” I ask as the corner of his mouth ticks and he fists his hands.

“In this scenario… maybe…” he trails off.

“And in other scenarios?”

“Try it and see,” he licks his lips, opening the car door before coming to help me out of the car as always. He then grabs my bag and leads me to a sleek, lush bronze elevator in a stunning wooden archway with art that looks like it deserves its own display in a museum.Damn….

But a bitch eyes really go wide as hell when I see him scan his face and use a key fob that looks like a BWM LCD key fob. I’d recognize those things from anywhere because Faye ass is rich as fuck and always switching luxury cars like she switches Hello Kitty panties. When the elevator come to life and glide us upwards smooth as butter, I feel strangely uncomfortable. It opens up to a hall that has only two doors.

“Whoa! Do you only have one neighbor?” I marvel, and he shakes his head.

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