5. Whatever You Want
Chapter 5
Whatever You Want
JESSICA
“ C ome on, Frank,” I take his hand, rushing over to the mall excitedly. It’s been a while since I went out with friends that’s not a gu… well, Frank is a guy, but he’s different from Tek and the guys on the football team. I’m so comfortable with him.
‘Truly, it’s a nice reprieve from all that testosterone I’m always around. Frank really is too perfect.
“Slow down, Jessica. You’ll hurt yourself running like that,” he panics when I nearly trip over the curb, steadying me, and I chuckle.
“My bad. I’m not usually this clumsy. I think my head is still rattled from that incident,” I tell him truthfully. That was so crazy, but I’m calming down. Frank seems to have such a cool, calm and collected aura about him, and I just adore that. I love that even though we just met, I feel so free around him.
“I’m sorry about that, baby.” He kisses the back of my hand, and my heart skips a beat, making me look away. Jeez, he really knows how to get a girl going, huh…
“Seriously, stop apologizing already. It’s over.” I turn and drag him… or well, I attempt to. As a girl who is known for squatting well over five hundred pounds and dragging big ass niggas across the field in a male dominant sport, it’s not many times I can say I’ve never been able to move someone when I wanted.
I’m strong as hell, and my legs are my superpower, but why the hell isn’t this boy moving? I try again, but shockingly to no avail. I can’t even make him budge a millimeter. Whoa…
“Okay, I’ll stop talking about it, but only if you let me go into this mall and buy you whatever I want,” his cool, deep, and slightly accented voice comes over me.
“What?!” I reel back at his words.
“Why would I? I have my own money,” I rebut.
“So?”
His one word response throws me the hell off… So?
“Uhm…” I shift on my feet, looking at him. “S-so what?”
“Exactly my point. So what if you have your own money? I’m here to spend my money on you . Why are you bringing up what you have?” He stares at me, and I’m a bit flustered having him gaze so seriously at me, especially when he looks damn good. All the people who are walking around us keep staring at me, probably thinking he’s some pretty female model.
“B-because…?”
“Because what?” he tilts his head to the side, long hair falling beautifully over his face.
“I… I guess it d-doesn’t matter,” I falter and he smiles, making my stomach clench.
“Good girl,” he winks, and I turn abruptly, feeling strange as I continue leading the way. When we get to the door, I go to open it, but a swat on my butt shocks me.
“Wh—” I turn to see Frank staring at me pointedly with something laced in the way his lip slightly curls in distaste. I quickly jerk my hand back for some reason as he places his arm around my waist and kisses my cheek while throwing me a glare that says, “Don’t you fucking dare touch that door.”
“You are too adorable,” he growls in my ear, making me gasp, but he doesn’t let me think on it as he just drags my dazed ass along, stopping at a store I’ve never even heard of and for sure would never shop at.
I’m not low on cash at all, but this place is way too steep for my pockets. When a clerk spots us, she doesn’t even bat an eye at me in my tomboy gear, but when she spots Frank in his get up, one can see the dollar signs flash across that albino roach’s eyes as she scuttles along the floor over to us.
“How may I he—” He cuts her off pulling something out of his purse and flashing it to her. Great googly moogly! Is that a black card?! “Oh! I’ll show you to the back.” She tries to take the card, but he snatches his hand away and hands it to the woman behind her.
“You,” his deep voice booms with an unspoken warning, rattling the windows as he averts his attention to the other woman, but she nods even though he says nothing beyond that while shakily taking the card.
“R-right this way, ma’am…” her voice wobbles as she bows to me and tries to take my hand to guide me, but Frank glares as if daring her to touch me, and she steps out of the way. Frank then takes my hand, and we both walk past the other woman, who still seems to be shocked. Damn…
I don’t know whether to be shocked, sorry for the girl who probably lost a huge commission, or turned on. When she takes us to a sitting room, I look around impressed with the space, having never been in one of these fancy back rooms before. I almost feel out of place.
“Uhm Frank, I don’t need something like th—” He cuts me off, setting me down and pulling me into his lap.
“You need and will take everything I give you, Jessica. Understood?”
The way he so effortlessly commands the room and sways me needs to be studied… because honey, I am the fuck SAT!
“I hear you.” I roll my eyes, throwing an attitude, and he goes still before his hand cups my chin, and he forces me to look back at him.
“I know you heard me, Jessica. I saw those adorably tiny ears I’ll be putting diamonds in perk up, but that is not what I asked,” he voices harder. He sits up and spins me around so that I’m straddling him, and his eyes graze over me as he runs a finger from my lips to my neck to my chest. “I asked, Jessica. If. You. Un-der-stand.”
“Frank,” I breathe out in a moan, trembling.
“Answer.”
“I… I understand,” I pant, body growing hot, and he smiles, shocking me when his lips gently graze my neck.
“You’re such a good girl, Jessica,” he groans, hands holding me tight, rendering me speechless and leaving my pussy weeping like a bitch singing Keisha Cole’s Love after getting drunk.
“F-Frank, you?—”
“We’ve brought your th— Oh! My apologies for interrupt?—”
“If you know you’re interrupting, then leave al-fucking-ready,” he growls, shaking me from whatever stupor he had me in.
“N-no, you can come in.” I stand from his lap, but he takes my hand, lacing our fingers.
“Jessica,” he pouts and I smile, leaning down and kissing his cheek.
“It’s your turn to be good, okay?” I smirk, and his eyes glaze over with something I don’t want to put a finger on, or I fear something I won’t recover from will happen.
“Fine.” He sets me back into his lap and wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck. “Only for now,” he groans, placing his head on my shoulder and I chuckle, patting it.
“Jessica are you sure this is enough?” he quirks his lip, shaking his head at the twenty bags he’s holding, and I cut my eyes to him, tired.
“It’s more than enough. Actually, it’s too much , but you just kept buying.” I point an accusatory finger at him, but he snorts.
“What kind of man would I be letting my girl walk around with one bag? My brother Gannon would lose his shit if he knew I bought so little,” he scoffs, and my mouth falls open.
“L-little?!” I exclaim, “For God’s sake, you spent more than I earn in a year for NIL! I’m afraid to even put it on my body!” I frown at the clothes and shoes he’s holding, uncomfortable since he made me walk out of the store with an outfit on, even though the soda the man threw on me was already dry.
“None of that matters, Jessica. Remember, you’ll take what I give you, and I’ll give you everything you want,” he warns, and I sigh.
“Fine, mister. You’ll give me whatever I want. So can you at least give me food? I think I’ll pass out fr—” He stops in his tracks, takes my hands, and briskly walks with me over to a comfortable bench. When we get there, we see a group of guys hanging around, but the moment Frank steps close, they all scatter, running away scared. How the hell does he do that?
“What the hell was that about?” I question, but Frank looks up at me, shrugging.
“It’s not important.” He pulls out a handkerchief and Lysol from his bag to spray the bench before thoroughly wiping it down. “I hate flies,” he mutters, wrinkling his nose, carrying the beautiful handkerchief to the garbage pinched between two fingers, and dropping it inside with a scowl. “Begone vermin,” he murmurs, disgusted, and I look around confused. When the hell did he see a fly?
After sanitizing his hands, he takes mine again and sets me down before he turns to leave but quickly spins, leveling me with a commanding look.
“Stay,” his voice booms, causing everyone to look at us and my heart to race as I nod, letting him know I’m not going anywhere. But he glares at me suspiciously, seeming unsure if he can trust me to stay put before he shakes his head. “On second thought, why don’t you just co?—”
“Geez, Frank,” I laughed. “I’ll stay put, I promise.”
“But…”
“I’m serious. I’ll stay put,” I reassure him, taking the bags so he doesn’t have to carry them, but thankful I get to sit down. How the hell can he have so much energy and not care about the stares we’re getting?
“And you promise not to talk to any flies?” he pouts, and I frown but chuckle.
“Sure. If any flies dare talk to me, I’ll not only ignore them, but I’ll also make sure to slap them away,” I laugh and he places both his hands over his mouth, eyes widening, forming tears.
“Jessica! You’d do that for me?” his voice wavers, and I didn’t know what to say, so I just nod vigorously. A strange look comes over him, but before I can analyze it, he spins on his heel and briskly walks off as if he’s got a lot on his mind. While I sit there and wait, my mind reels, trying to rein in my feelings for today.
Okay… so he kisses me, buys me things, calls me his girl… but he’s my friend, dresses like a girl… hmm…
“Excuse me. You’re Jessica Hurts, right?” I hear on the side of me and turn to see an older white woman standing there next to a man I assume is her husband as well as an attractive guy who looks about my age that might be her son.
“I am,” I smile, and her eyes light up.
“Oh my! Honey, I told you!” she giddily claps, dancing. “We are big fans! We just love you!” she gushes and my heart melts.
“Aww, thank you so much,” I blush, embarrassed by the praise when her husband steps forward.
“Young lady, you are a wonder and an inspiration to all little girls! The way you run the ball on the field, just wow!” He holds out his hand, and my heart races loudly in my chest for some reason as I find myself slowly… hesitantly standing to take his hand, shaking it.
“Th-thank you,” I smile, though the way my heart is beating right now, I feel as if I should be scared.
“Ms. Hurts, let me introduce you to my son, Vance. He also plays college football, and he’s a huge fan, as well.” His mother pushes him toward me, and he blushes, smirking handsomely. He’s definitely handsome, but he’s no Frank or hell, even Duval. He’s more like the typical football jock that most girls would go crazy for, but not me.
“What’s up? It’s nice to meet you, Jessica,” he says as he holds out his hand. “May I get an autograph?” he asks. I swallow and stare down at it, feeling like I need to bat it away, but I don’t want to seem rude. Lord knows what they would think of me, so I take his hand, and the moment I do, something like a jolt makes me snatch my hand away, wincing, and he does the same. “Whoa… what was that?” he exclaims, but I can’t answer. Something makes me look over to the far end of the mall, where I see Frank with a sinister look on his face and food spilled around him. Fuck…
“Are you okay?” Vance’s mom asks, motherly concern written on her face, and I nod to reassure her.
“Y-yes, uhm… must be the static in the air,” I chuckle, and we all laugh it off while from the corner of my eye I see Frank speaking to the janitor. Wait, why the hell am I acting like this? I did nothing wrong.
While they speak about football and my play, I do my best to listen, but my mind remains on Frank, who’d just finished talking and was marching over here with a look in his eye that made a bitch pussy wet and stomach drop in fear.
Quickly, I take a picture with them and sign my autograph, and I vaguely recall the guy handing me something with writing on it as they left, but by then, Frank is up on me, fuming.
“H-hey.” I place my hands behind my back for some reason, hiding the thing the guy handed to me. What was his name again?
“Jessica,” he calls out, voice dipped in sin and rage.
“Y-yeah?” I choke out.
“Hand it here, beautiful,” he beckons and I don’t know how, but I can tell what he’s asking for. My intuition makes me hand him the note the guy gave me and look down for some reason, ashamed. However, he forces me to look up and takes my hand, placing a blue suede rectangle box in my hand.
“For you.”
“Wh-what’s this?” I ask, but he only smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Open it and see.” He crumbles the piece of paper, throwing it in the trash, standing next to me. He pulls me down onto his lap in public, garnering stares, but oddly, I don’t care. I just open the box, and my heart, which had been racing, melts.
“Frank! It’s beautiful!” I gasp, stunned at the gorgeous, delicately spun gold necklace with a Spider on it, and even though I feel it’s too much, I don’t say it. Instead, I turn in his lap and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him gently on the lips, making his eyes go wide and dilate. “Thank you.”
“Jessica… Jesus for helvede Kristus.” (Jesus fucking Christ) ” he groans and I shiver hearing him speak in his native language. “You have to stop cheating like this.”
“Ch-cheating?” I ask, and he places his lips next to my ear, barely grazing it.
“Yes,” he whispers. “You always make me so mad, but your smile is sinfully beautiful and quells my anger. It’s not fair,” he growls so loud it feels like an animal is next to me, making my ass try to shoot up from his lap, but he wraps his arm around my waist, thrusting me back down onto him. I feel something hard, but it’s too long to be what I think it is. It’s that damn water bottle again!
“Fr—”
“Jessica.”
“Yeah?”
“Do that shit again, and even that pretty smile won’t save ’em,” he growls, and I want to ask what he means by that, but all too quickly, he takes the box from my hand and pulls the necklace out. “Let me put this on you.”
I don’t say anything. I just lift my down to the booty braids, and his arms come around my neck, but as the pendant of the necklace lands on my chest, I flinch from how heavy and hot it is. I swallow as the delicate chain falls around my throat, and I have to clear it and take a deep breath, for some reason feeling like I’m being choked.
Even though I can’t see behind me, I know the moment he clasps and secures the necklace because it’s like I can hear bars clinking loudly together in my head and a key locking them in place. I sway a bit, chest rising up and down, suddenly uncomfortably hot.
“H-how d-does it look?” I stammer.
“Let me see.” He spins me around, and I breathe heavily as he runs his hand over it, eyes flashing. “Mi?—”
“OH MY GOD!” I leap, snatching up one of the new shirts he brought me from the bag and placing it against his nose that’s bleeding profusely. “Jesus!” I stammer, panicking because he’s almost soaked the shirt. “We need to take you to a hospital!”
“No, I’m fine.” He shakes his head, looking dazed and out of focus.
“No, you’re not fine! You soaked the shirt!” I shout, but he turns dull eyes to me, removing the shirt and smiling, but it feels wrong and makes me shudder.
“I’m fine. See? No more bleeding,” he voices dryly, and I frown.
“I don’t care if you’re not bleeding anymore, Frank. The amount of blood you just lost isn’t normal!” I argue.
“We should go. You need rest!” I can tell he wants to protest, but he clutches his head and nods, looking up at me with a pained expression.
“Fine… but,” he pauses and clutches his head. “I can’t drive right now. Not with you… it’s too dangerous.”
“That’s totally understandable. We’re not that far from school. I can call myself an Uber and y?—”
“No,” he winces, shaking his head before he pulls out his phone and says something before looking up at me. “I got it. Just wait.”
“For what?” I frown, but he doesn’t answer. He just pulls me back down, props up on the bench, and lays his head on my lap, holding me.
“I need to lie down. My head feels like it’s going to explode,” he whispers and I groan, feeling bad for him, rubbing his back.
“Sure. Rest as long as you like.” I prop my head against the window, looking down at him, worried.
About ten minutes later, a tap on my shoulder makes me look up to see two guys that look way too fucking good, but regardless of how good they look, I can’t help but want to shy away from them. I frown, trying to control the urge to curl my lip, but my guard goes all the way up. The only thing that has me feeling somewhat not put off is the fact that they look familiar.
“Jessica?” One of them smiles kindly at me.
“Yeah?” I narrow my eyes at them, going still, now fully on guard as I watch the other run his eyes over the bags, frowning, not saying anything. “Do I know you?” I grumble, holding Frank’s head protecting him in case they on some funny shit.
“Genesis, and this here is Gannon. We’re this fucker’s older brothers. He called and said he’s not feeling well and needed us to come pick him up.” My mouth forms an O as I take his offered hand, shaking it while the other hardens his jaw, disappointed. Oh… does he not like me alre ? —
“Is this all he bought you?” he curls his lip, leaving me to blink.
“Well… uhm… it’s all I let him buy me,” I correct him, and he raises a brow, cocking his head, handsome head to the side, looking at me confused.
“Why?” Gannon asks, and I can’t help but chuckle. They are definitely brothers.
“Stop questioning her,” I hear from my lap, and Frank groans, sitting up. I have to cover my mouth from laughing at the print line of my jeans on the side of his face from lying on me, but the laugh dies on my lips when he snatches the wig off and ruffles his hair out. Goodness gracious, this man is fine.
Now I see why these two look familiar. Frank is the spitting image of them but dare I say even prettier. My heart stops, and my throat closes, forcing me to look away. He is way too fucking fine!
“Anyway, here,” Frank speaks and hands Genesis his car keys before turning to me. “Jessica, this idiot will take you back home. I need to go home for a bit, but I swear I—” I place my finger over his lips, quieting him and kissing his cheek.
“Thank you for today. I hope you feel better.” From the corner of my eye I see both his brothers’ eyes widen in shock, but Frank has my full attention.
“You’re so unfair.” He kisses my finger, and I stand as his brother Gannon snorts and picks up the apparently meager bags he spent thousands of dollars on today.
“Bye, I’ll text you, okay?” I wave and he sits there frowning. He nods as his brother says something to him in his native tongue and hands him a bottle of what looks like meds. Is he sick?