Page 46 of Owned By Frank

- Just eat. - he says already tired.

- Let's add this. I eat the dessert and you eat the apple. It looks like you haven't eaten a bite, so don't get sick yourself...

He looks at me dubiously and nods. He hands me the dessert which is a simple blackberry custard. He takes the apple and without waiting any longer, takes a bite. I look closely at how he tastes, even eating it looks fucking sexy.

- If you continue to see me in that perverted way I will not hesitate to make you mine here and now.

I look away in a hurry. Not even to pretend I'm good, how stupid I am.

I look at Frank one more time and he winks at me as he takes a sensual bite of the apple.

I observe him seriously hesitating between asking about this Nathalie and not asking. Frank gives the impression that he's not one of those guys who likes to explain himself and more of those who like to tell their stuff.

I don't want to be reckless in being inquisitive but on the other hand curiosity is my worst handicap.

That girl also kissed Frank, not to mention that I heard her curse perfectly. What caught my attention and I can't let go are two things I could see and hear.

On the one hand there is what that woman said, that "we were supposed to get married".

Was Frank going to marry Nathalie? I can't stop asking myself that question.

On the other hand there is that man who invited me to dance, the one who said I had stolen his heart, who was he? Why did Dante take me away from him? He said I was one of Frank's worst enemies.

He finishes the apple sooner than I imagined, stands up and throws the leftover fruit into the nearest trash can in his room.

- Frank... - I call him seriously, he looks at me smiling as he wipes his hands with a napkin.

- Yes? - he says sitting down again.

- Who is Nathalie? Why did she have that reaction at that party? Why did she say that the two of them should get married?

His expression changes dramatically and for a moment I regret having asked.

He looks at me with a totally serious countenance, crosses both arms and turns around. He turns his back to me and I just feel like hitting him.

- That's none of your business. - his voice sounds cold and annoying.

- Why not?

- Grace, don't ask any questions, because I don't plan to answer any of them.

- But why not Frank?

- I said no and it's not no Grace! - raise your voice.

I turn my head away from the other side so that Frank doesn't notice that I've been scared off by his reaction. However, he has seen very well that I have been frightened.

- Grace I... - try to talk to me, this time calmly but no, I refuse to see him. I am more than hurt. Nobody raises their voice to me and Frank is no exception.

The door opens wide, making both of us look at who has entered.

Dante is there in a certain dazed and breathing way.

- Frank, Jakob has come to see you. - he says without being able to believe it.

Frank opens his eyes in amazement when he hears that and just rushes out. My hand holds his wrist making him stop. He doesn't even look at me, on the contrary he carefully releases himself and walks out the door followed by the dark one quickly.

I snort and I can't believe it, and holding on to the urge to scream, I lie in bed and cover myself with the sheets with the intention of going back to sleep.