Craved By Lust (Sinful Seven #1)

7. Movie Night

Chapter 7

Movie Night

JESSICA

L ying in bed, I toss the football around in the air, sighing, trying to figure out what in the hell I’m supposed to do with all the shit Frank ass bought me. I mulled over it in class and at practice today, but nothing…

Shoes, clothes, accessories, and phone cases to match. He’s out of his mind, but he wouldn’t let me tell him no. In fact, when I told him no, he would just pick up more stuff and buy it. Still, I find myself smiling when I look down at the bags.

“That boy is crazy,” I chuckle, catching the football and setting it next to me. If any other guy had done some shit like this, I would have hated it, thinking they were trying to flex or be braggadocious about the amount of money they have, but with Frank… I didn’t feel like that at all.

It felt less about him wielding money and more so about him wanting to do something nice for me. I run my hand over the nice fleece jumpsuit he bought me with a smile. He really is something else.

When my phone vibrates next to me, I swipe it up, thinking it’s him, but when I see it’s Tek, I deflate but text my friend back.

Tek: Hey Jess, wyd?

Jess: Nothing much, what’s up?

Tek: Nothing I was just thinking about you

Jess: LOL thinking about me? Why? Is everything okay?

Tek: Yeah I was just wondering if you still want me to pick you up tomorrow

Jess: Yeah I would love that. I’m always down to save money on gas.

Tek: Awesome… also I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight?

Jess: where do you have in mind?

Tek: Lets go to that bar I told you about the other day.

Jess: Yass the one with the bomb ass wings?!

Tek: Fuck yeah! I’ll get dressed and I’ll be there in about an hour.

Just as I’m about to text back, a knock sounds at the door. Who could that be?

I check my ring cam, and my eyes go wide as I stand so fucking quick, slipping my phone into my pocket, and run into the bathroom. I fix my braids, making sure a bitch ain’t got no crust in her face and then slowly and cooly make my way over to the door, opening it, feigning surprise.

“Frank! What are you doing here?!” I gasp, and he smiles, holding up bags.

“Jessica!” he beams prettily, eyes flashing as he takes me in with my rather plain clothes in comparison to him, who’s still cross-dressed, but he changed his style again. Now he’s decked out in a more casual but stylish look. Rocking our school, Bay State Uni, hoodie and grey sweatpants, a black chain link necklace, and black studded earrings. The craziest part is how effortlessly he makes casual wear look GQ. “I missed you. That’s why I’m here,” he smiles, and my heart skips. I just saw him yesterday, but I’m this giddy to see him again?

I’m not usually this excitable when it comes to hanging out with anyone other than Faythe and Beatrice. Even when I hung out with Matt, I usually had to force myself to be happy, but with Frank, it’s effortless.

“I… I missed you, too. Oh… uhm… come in,” I tell him as I step aside, letting him into my apartment. He goes straight over to the kitchen as if he owns the place, sets some grocery bags down, and immediately starts looking through my cabinets. He pulls out a vase I’ve never used before that was given to me by my mom and takes out a beautiful arrangement of flowers, setting them inside. Uhmm . “Th-those are nice.”

“Right?! They reminded me of you, so I picked them up and brought them,” he says as he sets them in the middle of the island.

“Fl… flowers for me?” I cock my head to the side, blinking, and he smiles prettily.

“For who else but my girl?”

“Oh wow! Thank you!” My lips form an O, stunned because I don’t think I’ve ever received flowers from a guy before, and not because I don’t like them. I just think guys assume I don’t consider them my style, considering the sport I play, so having Frank hand them to me makes my heart flutter a bit.

“Anything for you, Jessica,” he smiles, stepping directly in front of me, invading my space and making me a bit self-conscious.

“Uhm… thank you, but are you sure you’re feeling well?” I question. “I mean… yesterday at the mall, you made y-your brother drop me off at home, and even though you texted last night that you were better… that was a lot of blood,” I explain and he narrows his eyes at me.

“He didn’t do anything weird, right?”

That makes me cock my head to the side with a chuckle.

“I mean… if you consider muttering about you being a cheap bastard, then yeah. But aside from that, he was perfectly respectable. He even told me to make sure to text you that I made it home and waited for me to get into my apartment,” I tell him.

“Good. I wouldn’t want to kill my own brother,” he smiles and I chuckle at his ridiculous joke.

“Me either,” I snort at his antics. “Oh, I was looking for you on campus. Do you not be in my area?” I ask, going over to stand next to him and see what he brought.

“Oh me? I don’t be on campus much. I usually take my classes online and attend one class in person,” he says as pulls out all types of shit, from meat, to potatoes, veggies, etcetera, and I poke out a lip. What the fuck? Did he go grocery shopping?

“That explains why I’ve never seen you on campus before… what do you major in? I major in Sports Media. Once I’m drafted to go pro and I finish out by setting my name in stone and paving the way for more young girls, then I’ll break the mold and pave the way again and commentate on the sport, and show the guys that girls know and can play football too,” I admit and he smiles at my goal. It’s the first time a guys has genuinely listened to me and not made fun of it.

“And you can do it too, Jessica.” He takes my hand and kisses it. “I have degrees in Sexual Education, Business, and something else… I can’t remember, but right now I’m studying Fashion Design. The class that I attend online is Professor Aspen Fergus’,” he tells me nonchalantly and I pick up my jaw from this man calling me stupid in multiple degrees… he can’t remember what the degree was?! How?! But we love a smart man… okurrt!

“O-oh wow! I heard her class is hard to get into because it’s always so packed.”

“It is. I was allowed in on a special recommendation when she saw the dress I wore to school. She also teaches interior design as well.”

“That’s so cool!” I listen to him speak, genuinely excited about his class and teacher for a while until he starts prepping some food.

“This is a lot…” I raise a brow at all the food he’s taking out.

“Of course it is. I was promised a movie date,” he smirks and glances at me out of the corner of his eye. Oh shit, I forgot.

“Sir, all you need to watch a show is popcorn. You look like you’re preparing a feast,” I chuckle and he shrugs.

“I am,” he winks, and my stomach dips. Being around him is like being around my best friend Faythe in a taller male form. It’s chaotic, fun, and a whirlwind. It’s kind of hard to believe we only met Monday, a whole two days ago. It already feels like a lifetime.

“Uh huh…” I pick up the Oreos. “So is there anything I can do to help?” I ask, and he plucks them from my hands.

“Yup.” He sets the Oreos down, places his hands on my arms, and guides me out of my own kitchen to my living room. He gently pushes me down on the sofa, grasps the remote, and places it in my hand. He then takes my feet and plucks off my house shoes. I hide my feet in embarrassment, but he doesn’t seem to give a damn about my ashy-ass toes. No, he just lifts them while simultaneously moving the ottoman, propping them up. Uhm…

I thought he was done when he walked off, but nope. To my surprise, he comes back over with a fluffy blanket, which he rips the tag off of and pops off as if shaking the dust off, placing it over my body and handing me an icy beverage. Wait… when the hell did he have time to make this?

“This… this is what you can do to help. Sit there and be barefoot and preg… pretty!” he smiles and I chuckle.

“But this is my place. It’s rude to have a guest come in and I’m just sitting around like this,” I argue.

“Guest? But I’m your hus… friend.”

“Husfriend? Is that the new term the girls are calling their guy best friends?” I chuckle, and he nods.

“Yup.”

“Fine, you can be my husfriend, but it doesn’t alleviate me feeling bad. I should help,” I try again, but he shakes his head.

“Let me serve you,” he states, taking me aback. Then again, Frank is always taking me aback.

“I don’t… I don’t understand,” I shake my head.

“What I mean is I don’t care if this is your apartment, mine, a family member’s, or a friend’s. When you’re around me, you will not lift a finger in service to me or anyone in my presence. Now do you understand?” he states so confidently that my heart skips and beat and I have to check myself. Wait a damn minute… why is my heart skipping so many damn beats like this?!

“Frank, come on, don’t be silly. I?—”

“Jessica…” He speaks, cutting me off, leaning in and running his thumb over my lips.

“Y-yeah…?”

“I’ve never been fond of repeating myself. Be a good girl and say you understand.”

“I understand.”

“Good girl,” he smiles and places a kiss on my lips, sauntering back over to my kitchen where he expertly busies himself as if he’s been here before. Meanwhile, I sit my ass here, stuck trying to figure out what the fuck is happening because I’m missing a few pieces to this puzzle.

“You must like to host,” I tell him, clicking on my Apple TV and surfing for a something to watch, high key wanting to put on some One Piece. But I’on think he ready for the GOAT yet. That’s boyfriend type stuff… that’s dedication, that’s love! I mean, you would have to love someone to sit through over one thousand episodes of pure genius and peak storytelling by Oda-sensei. I’m not willing to hand that type of responsibility over to just anyone. So, watching him from my peripheral, I choose something more palatable.

“Hmm… it’s a hobby I’ve just developed,” he answers, not pausing in his preparations.

“Oh, that’s so cool. So you like to cook and stuff too?”

“I never really had to, but I think nutrition and balanced diets are important, so I cook regularly.”

“That’s true. I wish I could get into the kitchen more to prepare my meals, but between practice, games, going to the gym, studying, and school, I don’t have much time to cook, so most my meals are either packaged or just noodles,” I laugh, looking up when he comes over holding a tray I didn’t even know I had. Didn’t Faythe send me something like that as a housewarming gift?

When he sets the wooden tray down on the table and I see plain as day that there’s a big ass black Hello Kitty in the middle, I have to snort to keep from bursting out laughing. Yes, Faythe ass definitely sent that.

“Nice tray. I hope you don’t mind me unwrapping it and using it,” he asks, and I chuckle, shaking my head.

“Nope. I’m glad it’s getting some shine. When it’s my day to host the guys for football Sunday, I don’t even think to use it,” I laugh and he goes stiff.

“S-so you have the guys from your team up here… often?” He picks up a plate, piling it with all the goodies that I like, handing it to me with a napkin he’s folded like a swan. When the hell did he do this?

“Yes, they come over regularly. Sometimes they even spend the ni—” The plate in his hands stumbles, but he instantly catches it and turns to me with a huge smile on his face, although it looks laced with something devious.

“Come again? Spend the night? As in, they sleep here… in your home… while you’re also here?” he frowns and I cringe, wondering if he heard the rumors going around about me, saying that I was having sex with the whole football team after a few of their girlfriends found out that they would come over.

The guys were sweethearts about it. They had my back and deaded that rumor immediately, but every now and again, some jealous bitch will start it again. Even though I would rather avoid it, I’ve had to body rock more than a few of their asses for trying me.

I nibble on the delicious sandwiches, suddenly feeling like shit as he disappears again, this time going to the bathroom.

“I… see….” He calls out and I hear water running.

“But it’s nothing, and all the guys are super nice. You could come by for the next time I host in a few weeks,” I quickly spout.

“You know what? I will,” he speaks out.

“Good! I’ll let you know the time,” I smile, happy that he’s not like the other guys judging me and shit. He’s the coolest guy I know. My heart fills with excitement, and I flick on the goat of all movies, The Longshots! The movie that made me believe that little Black girls can play football too. I wait for him to finish doing whatever he’s doing in the bathroom, but he shocks the hell out of me when he comes out carrying a whole ass foot spa and a bag from Sephora and Lush on his arm. What in the hell is happening?

I don’t get to ask the question because he plops the foot bath near my feet and plugs it up, making bubbles pop up. He then adds Epsom salts to the water and takes out all types of shit.

“Uhm… what are you doing?”

“What does it look like, silly?” he laughs as he takes out two large towels, grabs my propped up feet, lifts my joggers over my calves, and places my feet in the water. I want to protest, but damn… it feels so good that any objections are forgotten. The second he opens the foot scrub, picks up my right foot, and applies it, massaging it in, I moan a little.

“Ugnnn!” I bite my lip, making him go still.

“A… are you okay?” he stammers and I glance away, embarrassed.

“I… sorry yes, I just… I’m on my feet all the time. I guess I never realized h-how much they hurt until now,” I chuckle, trying to laugh it off as he looks down at them.

“If you’re hurting, baby, just tell me. I’ll make sure to take the pain away.” He massages my feet, and I chew my lip, holding in another moan.

“Th-thank you,” I shudder a bit. “B-but this is m-more than e-enough.”

“Nonsense. What are husbands for if not for stroking away their wives’ pain?” His hand gradually work my sore calves and I swallow, barely listening. To distract myself, I press play and his eyes light up.

“Oooo I love this one!” he exclaims, shocking me.

“What?! Really?!”

“Yes! It’s got to be the best movie ever!” he adds as he messages my feet, and I feel my heart race.

“Right?!” I pop a piece of popcorn into my mouth. “People don’t understand gold when they see it!” I laugh happily, a bit shy as I excitedly face the television while he massages my feet, feeling the calmest I’ve felt with a guy in my life.

A man after my own heart! Why can’t all guys be like Frank?