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telephone game

Jessica

I wake up in Frank’s arms, feeling like new money…

My muscles ache, my throat’s on fire from yelling Frank’s name the way he fucked me something serious…YES GAWD!Now that is what you call getting dicked down!

I just thank God nobody noticed! I roll over, climbing on top of my man and kissing him awake.

“Baby, get up or I’m going to class without you,” I smirk and his eyes pop open.

“Why are you threatening me so early in the fucking morning?” he groans, and I giggle.

“Wake up and you won’t have that problem.” I place a chaste kiss on his lips and hop right on up and go into the vast two story closet that has only things for me, where I pick out a simple Naruto eating at Ichiraku Ramen shirt and some joggers, grabbing my bag, but I switch out my keychains to a Labubu that Frank got me recently that was done with the Fendi Collaboration. Finally, I just throw on some regular old Nikes and roll out to see Frank is surprisingly dressed as a guy today for class.

“Aww, you’re not dressing up today?”

“Not today, Little Baby. I have business. I’ll hop in class to talk to my professor and then I’ll dip off to work for a bit.” He grabs his cologne and sprays himself, smelling up the whole damn room and I hold in a moan, breathing it in as I have flashback to when we first met.

“Oooo, you never talked to me about your work before.” I bounce over to him, and he goes still, looking down at me.

“Oh uhm… I’m actually going in to hand in my notice,” he voices and I place my chin on his chest, curious.

“Aww why? Were they working you too hard, or something? No, scratch that, why would you even do that when you have this much money anyway?” I narrow my eyes at him, and he clears his throat

“Little Baby, you’re going to be late,” he tells me. I look at the time and snort.

“Shit!” I leave him and run out the door and to the stairs, nearly falling to bust my damn face because my legs feel like jelly, but he catches me, scoops me up, and carries me down.

“Use the elevator, Jessica,” he warns, and I nod.

“Yes, Daddy,” I tease, and he turns those icy blues my way, making my heart sputter.

“Don’t make me fuck you right here and right now,” he grits out, and I throw my head back laughing.

“Okay, okay, I’ll be more careful from now on,” I beam as he gets to the last step, and I see a few of the staff members dusting and cleaning, but cleaning and dusting what? Air? Ain’t a speck of dirt,not one,in this mother fucker, but hey, they need work, so I keep my mouth shut.I’m not about to shit on nobody tryna get a bag.

“What do you want to eat for breakfast, Little Baby?”

“Uhm… chocolate chip pancakes?” I chew my lip at the childish request, but he asked and I want to be honest. I really love sweet things, but I kind of keep that part of me buried because I always felt ashamed for some reason… I wanted to show others that I’m mature, plus I low key wanted to shrink myself. I was always too tall, so I thought being thin would be best, even if I hated it and instead started lifting weights to bulk up for football and ate my sweets in secret.

“You got it, Little Baby,” he tells me as he kisses the top of my head and I watch him put on a pink apron and commence working on the best chocolate chip pancakes I’ve ever smelled in my life. “Bon’ appetit.” He plates them, making them look so damn delectable, and when I sink my teeth into them, I moan. Hell, these taste better than the pancakes at the maid cafe. “Enjoy, Little Baby. I have to take a call.”

“Okay.” I wave bye, eating while I sit and scroll on my phone. Suddenly, my heart aches when I see a message from my mama pop up, and I roll my eyes.

Mama : Jessica you’re being childish. Call your parents! We need to talk about this!

What is there even to talk about? All they are going to tell me to quiet down and I’m not going to… no matter what.

I go to put my phone down, but it vibrates in my hand and I look to see it’s my dad… I want to ignore it, but I grit my teeth and close my eyes, picking up.

“H-hello?”

“Jessica! Why haven’t you been answering our texts?”

“Hello to you, too, Dad.”

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