Page 75 of Owned By Frank

I look at him with hatred, he saw my stupid face!

- You're an idiot Frank! - I yell at him and turn around to climb the steps in a hurry.

I hear his screams calling me but I don't listen. Yes, I'm glad he's okay, but what pisses me off is that he hasn't told me about the damn plan and has made me suffer and worry so much.

I start crying from a mixture of happiness and anger. I walk into the room and angrily close the door. Seconds later it opens again.

- Listen to me! - he pleads.

I turn around and slap him. His face turns by force. He holds his cheek and smiles sideways.

- I deserved it. - He accepts.

- God! You're a fucking stupid Frank! - I hold my head.

- I know, but you have to listen to me and trust me...

- How did you do it?! Do you fucking know how much I cared for you?! You don't know Frank, you can't know! I saw you get beaten up and taken away unconscious! I cried for you! I cried because I thought something happened to you! And it all turns out to be a plan?! You didn't tell me! You were worth a shit what I felt!

Without saying anything, Frank throws himself at me and hugs me tightly. I'm static in front of his act. He hugs me with so much love, sighs and places a slight kiss on my neck.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't want you to be involved in all this, I was wrong not to tell you about the plan but you tell me, if I had told you, would you have let me go?

- No. - I answer quickly.

- Do you see it? - he smiles.

I look away. He is partly right. If he had told me about his plan, it is very likely that I would not have let him go.

Again he embraces me, and this time I reciprocate. His breathing is so slow and present that it reminds me that he is here with me. That is good, that relieves me.

I squeeze my hug tighter and that's when Frank lets out a whimper of pain.

I quickly pull away and examine him with my eyes. He shows a sly smile.

- I am fine. - He tries to pretend.

I arch my eyebrow and cross my arms. My hands take his face and they begin to carefully examine each wound. My index finger touches his lower lip, it is slightly split and the red color spreads to the rest. Frank shows a cheeky smile and I prepare myself for his comment.

- You want to kiss me, don't you? - he smiles.

I roll my eyes and look at him in amazement.

- What makes you think that? - I challenge him with my eyes.

- You can check my whole face but you touched my lip first. In my opinion a clear act that you want a kiss...

I look at him without expression, I get serious and that's when his smile disappears.

- Is something wrong? - he asks looking at me with concern.

I continue to look at him with total seriousness and I wonder if what I'm about to do is good.

I take his cheeks and stand on tiptoe, without waiting any longer, my lips make contact with his lips joining in a delicate kiss.

Frank is stunned for a few seconds until his hands decide to act first.

He holds my waist and after a few seconds begins to take possession of my lips.