Page 54 of Owned By Frank

I don't know. Frank attracts me, it's impossible not to. He is in some way attentive. He has a pretty stupid character, a huge ego, he's dangerous and he can be dangerous in my life. He's handsome and he's always on top of me. He never stops offering me the sweetest smiles but on the contrary he is quite cold and sharp with those around him. He is imposing in the eyes of everyone but he cannot deny that with me he is a simple child who pays attention to everything.

He's cute even though I show him my worst behavior. And as much as I'm always playing with his desire he's there, he always comes back to bother me with his perverts.

I'm attracted to him because he doesn't give up on getting my attention.

Frank... Do I like him?

He waits my answer, but little by little his gaze loses its brightness.

I don't answer him and I don't push him away either, on the contrary it is he who steps aside and leaves me alone instead.

I put one hand on my chest and I can hear perfectly how it hits hard. Frank has come out somewhat disappointed.

I look at my face in the mirror and notice that I am shaking. My lower lip shakes like crazy and for a moment I feel like I'm going to fall.

I wet my face with cold water and when it is dry I feel that I have become pale.

I don't give it a thought and leave the place trying to breathe. When I leave, the hostess to whom I have poured the wine passes by me. She looks at me in terror as if I were a demon or something, but I don't give her any importance either.

I go back to my place and sit down again. Dante takes the glass of wine that has been brought to him while he reads a book. The cover catches my attention as it has a couple separated by a sword. I can't see the title as Frank passes by and still takes his place.

I don't see him and he doesn't look at me. We both avoid each other. I watch Dante and he sees us frowning, a little uncomfortable returns to his act.

One of the hostesses announces that we will soon be taking off so she kindly asks us to fasten our belts. We do so in a matter of time.

Seconds later everything is in motion. I breathe over and over again, holding my breath and shouting. I am not a fan of these things. This kind of travel is not for me as I have a very sensitive stomach.

I close my eyes tightly but open them trying to pretend everything is fine. Indeed, no one suffers as I do. Both Frank and Dante are calm, which means that the only one who feels that he is going to die here is me.

When everything calms down we take off our belts. Something in me is relieved but the urge to go back to the bathroom comes back. My pride is so great that I refuse to tell Frank that this flight thing is already killing me.

He pulls out his cell phone again and makes a call that doesn't sound very cheerful, on the contrary more like an argument than a chat. He gets up and goes somewhere private so he can curse in peace.

I look out the window and the headache returns. I breathe slowly and try to calm down but it is impossible.

A hand touches my shoulder and I realize that it is only Dante.

He takes off his glasses and looks at me with an eyebrow.

- Are you feeling well? - he says examining my face.

- Why do you say that? - I try to pretend with a smile.

- You are pale...

- No. I'm not well, this height travel thing is not my forte... - I answer deliriously.

He nods and grabs a small suitcase that is under his seat. He looks for something in a hurry and when he finds it he gives it to me.

- Take this, you must have a headache. Not only will it relieve the pain but it will make you sleep for the rest of the trip.

I smile at him and take the little tablet. I see Dante and he has turned his attention back to his book so I don't just ask.

- Do you like to read? - I ask.

He looks at me and shakes his head.

- No.