Craved By Lust (Sinful Seven #1)

12. My Best Friend

Chapter 12

My Best Friend

JESSICA

T he entire ride, I fiddle with my fingers, wanting to ask him why he didn’t return my text, but I know I have no right. It’s not like he and I are dating and I also didn’t return his text but… I still want to know.

I don’t know how or when, but Frank has warmed his way into my heart.

Is it the cool way he goes about life or the sexy way he cuts his clear baby blues at me? Or is it his swag? Hell, maybe all of it, but I’m hooked and I don’t think I’ll be getting rid of these feelings in the slightest.

I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, enthralled. Even though he dresses as a woman, his mannerisms are all fucking male, and I don’t know why that’s sexier. I feel so damn weird just looking at him and my mind goes to all these crazy places and leaves me wondering if I have always been this way or did he make me this way? I think I’ve always been this way… but Frank definitely catapulted it.

Now that I think about it, all the guys I’ve ever been attracted to are what anyone would consider pretty boys. I can’t help it. I have a type, and I like the K-pop looking anime guys. Frank is legit my dream man. Kind, sweet, lovable, pretty, handsome, sexy, swagged out, and boy, does he know how to control the room. He’s so fucking perfect and I ju?—

“Jessica, if you keep staring at me like that, you’ll regret it.” He rubs his chin as if frustrated and I look ahead, though I want to ask him exactly how he thinks I might regret it, but I chicken out.

“S-sorry I’m a bit on edge, I th-think I need to let off some steam,” I groan truthfully. I’m so out of wack with Frank now that I realize my feelings.

“You can do that once me get to my place. I have a home gym.”

“Oh that’s cool!” I trail off, looking at him out of the corner of my eye again.

“What is it Jessica?” he smirks and I sigh, giving up on holding the question in.

“I… I was only curious as to why you’re taking me to your place.”

“Why? You don’t remember?” I go to open my mouth to say no, but for some reason, I feel like that will only piss him off, so I say nothing. “Jessica, baby girl…” He runs his hands down his face, groaning so loud I feel that shit deep in my guts, making me shudder. “For fuck’s sake, do you think about anything other than sports?” he questions as he turns his signal on.

“Of course I do.” I turn to see where we are, and my mouth drops open when he pulls into a bad ass highrise building. “Whoa…!” I marvel when he pulls into the garage and parks in a reserved parking spot next to six other empty reserved spots. Wait… does he really live here?

“Then why don’t you remember any of our dates?” He shuts off his car and I turn to him, blinking, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he lives here… but my mouth forms an O when I realize I completely and utterly forgot we had plans! Shit! Hell, if it’s not school and football dates, I’m always forgetting shit. That’s why Bebe always sends me my schedule. I’m a klutz when it comes to dates.

“Haha, of course I remember! I… uhm… was joking,” I chuckle awkwardly, and he just sits there staring at me as if he wants to reach over here and… wait, reach over here and what, exactly?

“You really know how to try me, huh?” He raises a brow and I smile bright at him, heart thumping, swallowing nervously.

“I-is that a bad thing?” I ask as the corner of his mouth ticks and he fists his hands.

“In this scenario… maybe…” he trails off.

“And in other scenarios?”

“Try it and see,” he licks his lips, opening the car door before coming to help me out of the car as always. He then grabs my bag and leads me to a sleek, lush bronze elevator in a stunning wooden archway with art that looks like it deserves its own display in a museum. Damn….

But a bitch eyes really go wide as hell when I see him scan his face and use a key fob that looks like a BWM LCD key fob. I’d recognize those things from anywhere because Faye ass is rich as fuck and always switching luxury cars like she switches Hello Kitty panties. When the elevator come to life and glide us upwards smooth as butter, I feel strangely uncomfortable. It opens up to a hall that has only two doors.

“Whoa! Do you only have one neighbor?” I marvel, and he shakes his head.

“I have none,” he answers as he pulls me over to the door at the end of the vast hall.

“Th-then what’s that lead to?” I ask, and he smiles.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he smirks, glancing back at me, and I look back at the room. I would! I really would like to know! Normally, I keep quiet when Frank acts all secretive, but this time I can’t. I want to know everything about him.

“I would.” I squeeze his hand, setting my heels into the ground. “I want to know, so show me,” I demand and he raises a brow, looking me over.

“Jessica, you talk a big game, but you don’t mean shit you’re saying,” he grunts and turns his back on me. “Come on, let’s go,” he grits out as he walks forward and I slump my shoulders, dejected as he lets me into his home. However, even in my sadness I’m blown away by how fucking stunning the place is.

“Jesus… just how rich are you?” I ask, gaping at the floor-to-ceiling nearly panoramic window and sexy, luxurious, modern, and sleek two-story apartment that doesn’t look like Frank at all! The blacks, off whites, minimalistic simplicity of the home gives sophisticated, style, poise and more than anything, old money.

“Rich?” he scoffs. “I do well, but lately the money’s slowed down.” He sets my bag on the massive granite earthy-tone island in the open floorplan kitchen, looking out at a skyline to die for. Simply stunning!

“Oh no! Are you out of work? Were you dismissed?” I turn to him, concerned.

“N—”

“If you need help, just tell me. Ever since the laws changed about college football, I’ve been making money off my likeness so I’m doing well. I can help if you need it,” I tell him seriously and he closes his eyes, taking several deep breaths. “Is something the matter?”

“Nothing,” he sighs. “But thanks for the offer. However, I’m all covered,” he smirks.

“O-oh, that’s good… and you’re welcome. What are friends for?” I smile though it doesn’t reach my eyes for some reason. I shouldn’t be acting like this. The last thing I want is another Matt situation.

“Friends, huh?” He watches me with those intense eyes of his.

“Yes, Frank. You’re my best friend,” I tell him truthfully, ignoring the pang in my chest.

“Oh, I see I’ve been upgraded,” he laughs and I glance up to see him watching me with an unreadable expression so I turn away.

“S-so, will I g-get a tour of this place or what?” I clear my throat.

“Yeah, but not right now. You mentioned in the car you wanted to work out, right?”

“I did, I didn’t get to finish my reps for the day, and as silly as it sounds, but I really can’t go without completing my regime.”

“No problem. I understand. Here, I’ll show you to the gym.” He grabs my bag and walks past me, and I follow him down the hall off to my right. I’m floored by all of the beautiful art that looks like he’s spent more money than I’ve earned in my college football career, and it just leaves me questioning everything about him even more.

When we enter the room at the far end, and he flips on the light, my eyes widen in shock when I see a gym that would rival any state-of-the-art facility I’ve trained in.

“Do you like it?”

“Huh? ‘Like’ isn’t the right word! This place is amazing!” I stand in the middle of the room, marveling. “Do you work out? Is that why you have such a place?” I ask, glancing over at him, regretting the question.

“I dabble,” he answers, snatching something off the machine, and though I want to ask what it was, I’m too busy thinking about the amazing workout I’m going to have.

“Cool. Oh, wait, I need the clothes from my bag to shower!” I point to the other open door where I see a shower inside and he shakes his head. He didn’t take me home to get clothes but that’s cool since I can just wear some of the clothes I packed for the game. It’s not like I needed it anyway since I lounged around in bed depressed after the game anyway.

“You don’t need to worry about that. Just check the closet after you’re done.” he smiles. I don’t? I go to see what he’s talking about, but I’m interrupted. “Oh, before I go, will you be wanting dinner tonight?” he questions as he peeks back in.

“No. I don’t like to eat too much after working out. I’ll probably just Uber me a protein shake or something.”

“Okay, then have a good workout!” He kisses my lips, sending my heart racing and I turn my attention to the bathroom, curious as to what it looks like. The entire place looks nice, so I just know the bathroom has got to be fye too. However, when I enter, I’m taken aback, and my throat constricts.

Why does he keep doing this?! I’m so tired of how much my heart aches when he does stuff like this for me. The bathroom full of all types of toiletries, and even towels and robes in my favorite colors that have my jersey number and last name HURTS embroidered on them professionally.

Fuck… has anyone ever gone this far for me?

I’d always heard stories about women falling in love with their best friends, but who in the hell would have thought I’d see myself as one of them? I grit my teeth and stomp out of the bathroom to the weights, needing an outlet to release this pressure in my heart and in between my legs. Today I need to burn the fuck out and crash out because if I don’t, I’ll do something I’ll not only regret, but that could jeopardize my friendship over this weekend.