Page 119 of Bound By Lust

“You know… you’re friend dying…” he states and I go still.Oh…

“W-well it’s not that I’mnotsad, it’s just he tried to eat me… so like yeah… fuck him,” I say in all seriousness. I know that might sound cold, but if I’m willing to cut off my parents because they tripping about my career, I’m for damn sure not about to shed tears over a mother fucker who knocked my ass out and tried to rape and eat me.Fuck outta here with all that shit.

“Fair,” he chuckles, looking down, and I come to realize something my selfish ass hadn’t even thought about…

Frank took a life…oh my God!Here I am thinking about myself and ignoring my sweet, innocent boyfriend who just killed a man.My God, Jessica, get your act together!

He’s even trembling while holding me tight.Shit…I go to wrap my arms around him to comfort him, but when I lift up myarms and I smell a whole ass bag of sour cream and onion chips with garlic, pickles, an Funyuns under my arms, I smack them bitches right the fuck back down. “So I—” I don’t wanna hear any-mother-fucking thing. I want to shower!I stank!

“Frank, put me down.”

“What? Why?”

“Frank. Put. Me. the. Fuck. Down,” I grit out, widening my eyes at him but he narrows his.

“No.”

“Stop playing and put me down, now! I wanna shower! I stink!” I growl and he goes still like I just uttered the most ridiculous thing in the world.

“You smell like flowers, what are you talking about, Little Baby?”First of all… awww.

“No,I smell terrible, and I want to shower,” I groan and push out of his arms, but then I remember we’re on the roof, I chill on all that extra shit. “Baby, please. I re—” He doesn’t even let me finish my sentence. He just swoops down and into the house where the staff is bowing and Randolf is standing there at attention.

“Welcome home, Milord and Milady.”

“Don’t bother us,” he growls and Randolf bows and flicks a hand, dispersing the staff.Now wait just a goddamn minute! Why isn’t anyone freaking out about Demon Daddy Frank?! These lowdown, dirty bastards knew?!

“Frank, put me down. I can walk myself.” I high key love being carried like this, but whew… I feel so self-conscious right now.

“No. I like carrying you. You’re so tiny and adorable…”Me? Tiny and adorable?My five-foot-eleven damn near two hunnid pounds of solid muscle self is tiny and adorable?I feel like that Goofy meme where he’s rolling his ear. Gawrsh! How, Sway? How is he so fucking perfect!?

“Th- thank you,” I whisper, letting him carry me to the bathroom where he quickly undresses me and runs me a hot bath. I stand there, naked and feeling odd because by now, Frank would be taking off his clothes, too. So when he doesn’t, I go over to lift his shirt, but he grasps my hand.

“What are you doing, Little baby?”

“What do you mean? Aren’t we bathing together?” I cock my head because he and Ialwaysbathe and shower together, but he shakes his head.

“Not today. I really just want to dote on you, Little Baby,” he answers sweetly as he kisses my head, but I frown.

“But you’re sweaty too, and…” He lifts his hand, snapping his fingers, and instantly he’s back to normal Frank, clean, and in a fresh black tee and black joggers, looking like a whole meal.Damn… well that’s convenient.

“Don’t worry about me,” he reassures me and picks me up effortlessly, setting me in the tub and I can’t help but let out a sigh. However, when I peek at him, I notice he winces and leans away from his side.Wait, that’s the side the spear pierced… is he hurt? Did it not heal like his other injuries?

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask. “That spear… he poured something on it. Did it hurt you badly?”

“It only nicked me, and it’s taking more time to heal, but I’m okay,” he reassures me, kisses my head, and starts washing me. I send a curse up to Tek, even more pissed at him.

I can’t believe he would do this.When we get to football practice, I’m going to…the thought is squashed when I quickly remember he will no longerbeat football practice and if I’m honest, I feel a lump rise in my chest, but I smash that bitch down and focus on my man, who’s gritting his teeth in pain.

“Baby, are yousureyou’re okay?” I ask and he nods.

“You asked me that two minutes ago, Little Baby…” He runs the towel over my skin, soaping my arms. “And my answer still remains the same… I’m good.”

“Yeah but baby… you’re still bleeding. All the other wounds h—” He hushes me with a kiss on the lips.

“I’m okay.”

“Frank,” I whisper. “You’re hurt…” He doesn’t answer, he just smiles, but I find tears welling.

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