Page 9 of Bound By Lust

I push out of his arms and turn to Duval, standing there holding a limp Tek over his shoulder.Shit... I almost got swayed.

I go to walk over to them, but Frank captures my arm, and Duval takes a step back.

“Hey, let me g?—”

“I’ll take Tek to his room…” Duval states, looking over his shoulder, then back to me. “Y-you… you just deal with that.” He nods and I turn to see Frank glaring, but when he feels me looking, his face falls and he pouts like a pitiable brat.

“I agree, Little Baby. I think we should let him take that bug… I mean that pest… I mean that rodent… I me?—”

“I fucking get it,” I snap which makes him pout some more and wrap his arms around my shoulders. I roll my eyes when more tears fall but I see in the glass window across from us he’s glaring at Duval like a mother fucker.Ugh, I guess I’ll have to owe him one again…

“Thanks, Duval, I owe you one. Please text?—”

“Don’t text her shit.”

“FRANK!”

“But baby, I’ll be too busy beating this pus—” I cover his mouth and he deflates like a little puppy dog.

“Text me wh?—”

“Don’t. I’ll send someone to get word on him for you. All you need to do is pay attention to your man.” Frank kisses the palm of my hand and ugh… I hate how tingles spread through my body, making my nipples grow hard.

I wanted to curse him the fuck out. I want to scream… I want to shout but… I also want to hear what he has to say.I want to give him the benefit of the doubt. I grit my teeth, heart pounding, watching him rub his face on my hand like he misses me more than anything, confusing me even more, and I sigh.

“Fine. Please let his people know how Tek is. You get back to the hotel safe,” I tell him, and he nods, walking off, leaving me alone with Frank.

But I don’t even say anything to him. I just hail an Uber and he follows like the lost puppy dog he is.

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there for me

Jessica

Stomping down the hall to my room, I peek back at that fine mother fucker who’s holding onto the back of my sleeve and following behind me looking like a wounded damn puppy whenI’mthe one who’s had my feelings hurt, not him.

Yet this mother fucker dares just show the fuck up like that when he didn’t show up for me when I needed himannnnnndleft me on fucking read?Ugh…I should have just left him on the streets where I found him. I shouldn’t have brought him here, but in truth, I want to know… I want closure before I send his ass packing.

I get up to my room, where I told him we had to meet because I refuse to let him dictate when or where we have the discussion. This will be on my time and I want to be in control of my environment in case I need to kick this lying mother fucker out.

I pull out my key and yank the door open, pissed, wanting to slam it on him, but he catches it and raises a brow at me before shutting the door behind him.

“Baby, I?—”

“I can’t believe you just show up out of nowhere trying to run shit and throwing niggas around like that when yo’ ass should have been groveling to me for missing my game!” I curl my lip, rounding out on him, not even letting him get a word out.

“You’re right, Little Baby. I?—”

“And why the hell has it been mother fucking days since I seen you or heard from you? While you have the fucking au-damn-dacity to have a bitch working for you that would not let me inside your place?! Who the fuck do you think I am, F-RANK!!!” I walk up on him, muffing his head and curling my lip, pissed.

“I completely agree, so I ki… I mean fi?—”

“I waited for you!” I grit out.

“I’ve been a bad boy, Little Baby. You should tie me up and sit on my face until I get that act right…” He pouts with that sexy ass deep voice, sending shivers down my spine as he makes my pussy clench for him. I scowl, pissed at her betrayal, but high-key understanding.

“I’on see how you can stand there and make a joke out of this shit when I’m being very fucking for real!” I snap and he stays quiet, cocking his head to the side.

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