Page 81 of Craved By Lust

When I snap out of it, we pull up to a well-lit and colorful place that has a big ass ice cream cone on the top with a sign that read GG’s Delicious Deserts.

“Whoa… I’ve heard about this place on TikTok and Instagram!”

“Oh yeah?” He raises a brow with a smirk, getting out, coming around, and helping me out of the car before immediately taking my hand.

“Yeah! It’s got like three thousand five star rave reviews and,” I pause, groaning. “The line is always out the door…” I pout. “I guess we won’t be able to go then.”

“Hush, little baby,” he tells me as he takes my hand, walking to the door right past the long ass line on both sides, getting us a shit ton of looks from everyone.Ohhhhh, shit! He’s going to get us kicked out before we get in!

“Uhm baby, maybe sh?—”

“Did she just call him baby?” I hear a girl whisper near me, throwing me a stank look.

“Yeah…” the other girl whispers, but I don’t pay any attention to them and hold my man tighter because who the fuck are they?Just old somebodies that turned to jealous ass nobodies because of me. And they gon’ stay exactly where the fuck they are with my man not throwing not a nan glance.

“Lord Metchie, I wasn’t expecting you,” a tall and beautiful Asian man who looks like Jimin from BTS smiles at us before speaking covertly into a pin on his beautifully tailored suit.How is he surrounded by so many hot guys? And Lord Metchie? Damn, what kind of money do you have to have to be called that?

“I wasn’t expecting to come out, but my wife said she wanted ice cream and you know what they say, right?”He never gets tired of calling me that, huh? Hahaha, call me that some more!I try to keep the smile on my face from turning into a cartoon Grinch one, but it’s hard as hell when my man is boasting about me this much.

Most guys I’d date were always low key about us and always hard pressed about solidifying our relationships. That’s whythey never lasted and I never gave them ass. Matt was the only person who was different and quickly let me know what he wanted from me, but we never went out, partially because I’m such a homebody, but he also never seem pressed to get me out the house.

Now that I think about it, he was probably cheating the whole time and just wanted an easy fuck. To think I almost gave in to him is a crying fucking shame. But you know what they say,don’t let your boyfriend keep you from your husband, sis.

“Happy wife, happy life,” the man smiles and Frank curls his lip with a frown.

“Who give a fuck about being happy? Happy wife happy sex life,” he corrects and the man, who bursts out laughing.

“You are indeed correct. Though I must say, it’s simply astonishing to see our youngest lord so enamored. You have never brought a young lady out before,” the guy states, shocking me.What? He’s never brought a girl out?

“Well that’s because I’ve never had a girlfriend before,” he beams behind me and my heart plays patty cake with my lungs.Ahhhh! I’m his first girlfriend?Seriously, when he said that, I thought he was lying, but to boldly proclaim that while holding me so securely makes me feel like twirling my hand around my braid while giggling.

“I see. Well, it is an honor to meet you, my dear,” the man bows politely.

“Y-you too,” I wave shyly, but Frank covers my eyes,

“She notyouranything. I’m selfish when it comes to Jessica.” He pulls my face to look at him, kissing my lips, and I hear an audible gasp.

“He kissed her… has he ever kissed you?!”

“No! Never!”

The voices in the background grow loud, but Frank ass acts like he don’t hear a mother fucking thing and that’s my type of nigga. Spare these hoes not one look.Invisible ass bitches.

“My apologize, Lord Metchie. I overstepped. Regardless, it’s nice to see you’ve settled down. Please, I will not keep you waiting, so please enter. I have already informed the owner of your arrival,” he says as he steps aside, letting us in.

“Baby, thisisan ice cream parlor, right?” I frown and he nods.

“Yup.”

“So why is there a bouncer at the door?” I grimace.

“That’s because if there’s no one guarding the door, people will fight and bombard the counter,” he lets me know over his shoulder and I don’t know if I should be impressed or scared.

“Damn, is that guy going to be able to handle it if them people riot because we skipped the line?” I ask, genuinely worried.

“He’ll be able to do his job, so stop worrying about another man and focus on me.” He pulls me close as we go to a table on a deck that says “reserved.”

He never fails to amaze me with how much he goes out of his way to make me feel special. The deck is heated, yet not overly warm where the ice cream could melt quickly. The lone table in the middle of the floor overlooks a stunning pond with large shimmery koi fish and is decorated with a note that reads:

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