Page 17 of Bound By Lust

“THEN SHOW ME WHERE THE FUCK YOU WERE!” I shout, jumping out of his arms. He tries to pull me back into his lap, but I smack his hand away, seething mad because fuck all that good shit he’s talking.I need fucking answers.

“I fucking told you I was sleep! But you told me you wouldn’t believe me s—” I throw my head back, cackling because he must think I’m dumb as fuck to believe a nigga would sleep for three whole ass days without waking up once to eat or check their phone!

I know he was sick, so I’ll excuse a day, but three?!Fuck no!

“You really playing games with me, huh?” I grit through my teeth.

“Jessica baby, just fucking listen to me.” He stands, towering over me, and I swear to God I see hell in this man. It’s like my body seizes up and I’m seeing a demon before me instead of Frank. I my rub my eyes, trying to get my head on straight, but when he reaches out to me, fear like no other comes over me.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!” I close my eyes and my hand is flailing, so when he tries to pull me back, it causes my hand to fly across his face so hard blood drips from his nose. The lights on the jet go out and I kid you fucking not, this bitch suddenly nose dives.

I’m floating as turbulence racks the plane and I hear all types of beeping noises before Frank grabs me. A screeching, infernal noise rents the air and it’s as if everything halts, but bitch,I’m still screaming!

“AHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH!!! WHATTT THHHEEEE FUUUUUCCCKKKKK?!” I scream, grasping onto him, shaking.

“Shhhhh, shhhh, I got you, wife. Relax.” He places a large, unusually warm hand on my chest and I sway, feeling lighter and calmer. “You know I got you, Jessica. Daddy would never let anything happen to his baby, right?” he coos, and I hyperventilate, holding on to him tighter, shaking, tears streaming from my eyes.

“Fr-Frank baby, I’m scared… I’m scared… I w-want… I want to g-get off,” I panic but he rubs my back, soothing me.

“I know, baby, and we will,” he states and it’s as if the pilot and aircraft itself know his will. The flight eases and the lights flickeron. For the first time, I catch a glimpse of his face, and my heart sinks, and my hands go over my mouth when I see a big bruise on his face as his nose and mouth are bleeding.

“FRANK!” I screech, hand gently on his face, horrified at what I’ve done, completely forgetting the fact I almost died. “BABY, YOUR FACE!”

“That doesn’t matter to me, baby.” He leans into my hand, taking it and rubbing his cheek against it. “Do you feel better, baby?” he questions and my tears dry the fuck up.

“Wh… what do you mean, do I feel better? Frank, I just hit you! You’re bleeding! Your nose an?—”

“If it’ll make you feel better, you can even beat me up and even demand that I walk through coal barefoot. I don’t care, I’ll endure it.” He wipes the blood away and I feel horrible.

“Of course I don’t feel better, Frank! I hit you!” I close my eyes, pissed at myself trying to think what came over me, but for the life of me, I can’t remember.

“But I deserved that and more for daring to make such a precious person cry,” he pouts, and I shake my head, refuting his words.

“Nobody deserves to be hit for something as silly as that, Frank.”

“On the contrary, Little Baby, I’d kill for much smaller when it comes to you. So getting hit is a reprieve,” he states so cooly to the point I almost believe him.

“You are insane,” I mutter, looking over his face, shaking my head, wondering why I would do such a thing.

“Only for you, my pretty Little Baby,” he smirks and ugh, my heart has no business going haywire like this for him.

“Frank…”

“Yes, baby?”

“Where were you?”

“Honestly, Jessica, I was sleeping. I know it sounds like a lie, but I swear on our children, on our marriage, on our bond, I wasasleep.”

“For three days?! Am I really supposed to believe that?” I groan, and he hugs me tight, resting his head on my chest.

“Yes wife, and when I woke up, I came straight to you,” he voices and I can hear the truth in what he’s saying even though it makes no damn sense.Who the hell sleeps for three days?

“Then how did I get left on read?” I narrow my eyes.

“I opened the message to contact you, but I was distracted by my family talking to me… and then you must have assumed that this humble and faithful husband of yours was being petty, but that wasn’t that case, wife. I was trying really hard to get to you… I swear,” he repeats as he sits up pouting, bottom lip poking out.

“Do you know how fucking crazy that sounds?”

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