Überredungskunst II

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Sex with Frank was simply unbelievable. You know how people in books and movies always seem to romanticize their first time with a special person? Well, after this past hour I will never questions any of those main characters ever again.

Okay... maybe it wasn't our first time, but the first time I can actively remember which also has to count as something special, right?

Now that I got what I wanted I should be fine.
I mean... wasn't my goal to do something about my feelings? Wasn't I so very sure that my stupid crush on Frank would go away once I slept with him and hence remembered the whole experience?

Oh... how wrong I was.

Because now that I was laying in his bed, still naked from the waist up, my heart was beating harder than ever. It was pounding against my ribcage and it gave me a feeling of euphoria and panic at the same time.

Frank had left to take a shower and I was probably supposed to get out of his bed, get dressed and get to work, but I just couldn't bring myself to leave this soft heaven just yet.
Only when I heard the shower turn off I threw the blanket off my body and started to look for my shirt.

I picked it up from the ground as soon as Frank got back to the bathroom, again only dressed in a towel he had wrapped around his waist.
I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Dont get your head all twisted", he said and made a dismissive hand gesture towards me, "this time I actually showered."

"That's not what I was thinking about"

"What, so now you're all confident or what?", he asked but I could see his mouth twitch as if he was trying to fight back a smirk.
I just shrugged and tossed my shirt from one hand to the other.

"You can take a shower if you want. There's fresh towels in the bathroom."
Frank's voice was slightly muffled because he was halfway inside his wardrobe trying to find something new to wear.

"I know, I put them there.", I said in return but shot a quick "thank you" after.
A shower would be nice and it would also give me some time before I would have to face the consequences of whatever we had just done.

I was about to leave through the bedroom door when Frank stopped me.
"You really want to wear that again?", he asked and pointed to my shirt, "here, I'll give you something new to wear. What use is a shower when you just hop back into your dirty clothes"

He turned back into the wardrobe and before I could question wether his clothes would fit me or not, he had pulled out a shirt and some pants.
He quickly handed them to me.

"You know... while we're at it... how about you just take off your pants now so I can throw them in with the rest of my laundry. I was about to do some anyway.", he suggested.

I frowned.
"You want to do your own laundry?", I asked.
Is it just me or was Frank acting weird.
But acting weird just seemed to be Frank's thing lately.

"Sure why not. Just give me your pants!", he said and I could tell that he was slowly growing impatient.
I slowly undid the button on my pants while still looking at Frank sceptically.
He did give me a change of clothes so I knew that his goal wasn't to take my clothes and throw them away to have me walk home naked.

"You know what. I am not going to ask questions now so just take them", I slowly said and handed him my pants. I kept my underwear on because even though Frank had just seen me naked, something about getting undressed now just seemed too intimate.

"What a killjoy", he huffed when he saw that I was not going to strip down everything right in front of him, but a winning smile soon spread over his face as he took my pants from my arms and turned away again.

Now I could really use a shower and some alone time.

I walked out of the bedroom, not really minding Frank rummaging through his closet and already had my hand on the handle of the bathroom door when a thought hit me.

I knew the way Frank was acting was more than suspicious. And now I felt more than stupid for not realising what he was trying to do in the first place.

I gave him my pants in which I kept my phone.
The phone Frank had been asking about this entire time.
The phone that held all of the blackmailing material I had.

I quickly spun around and ran back to the bedroom.

Frank was hunched over with his back towards the door. He hadn't realised I had come back yet. He was so engrossed in whatever he was doing over there that all of his focus went astray.

"I fucking knew it", I hissed.

Now Frank had finally noticed that he wasn't alone anymore and quickly turned around.
Of course he had my phone in his hands.

"That isn't yours", I snarled and walked up to him to take my phone from his hands.

He quickly drew his hand back and held the phone out of my reach.

"Hey calm down!", he quickly said and held the hand that wasn't holding my fucking phone up in defense.
"I just thought it was mine. I must have confused them"

"Give it to me then. Now you know it's mine"

"You were about to take a shower. You don't need your phone, look... I'll just keep it here and you can get it when you're done. No big deal. You wouldn't want it to get wet, right?"

"What I do and where I keep my phone are none of your business. Give it back."

"I am afraid i can't do that.", he made direct eye contact with me and the look in his eyes made my stomache churn.

He knew that I knew exactly what he was trying to do. And he was determined to erase everything I was holding against him.

"Do you really think I am stupid enough to not have a backup at home? That I'll just take my phone with me and give you the chance to delete the pictures I have?"

He didn't need to know that this phone was in fact the only place I had stored those photos in. I had wanted to make a backup of all the evidence a while ago but i never got around to do it.

But again: Frank didn't need to know.

"You're lying."

"I can assure you, i am not", i tried to put all confidence i could find inside my body into my voice and by the way Frank's eyes sank a little deeper into their sockets, I knew that I at least made him doubt.

"Besides, you dont have my phones code", I added and thanked all gods that I was at least smart enough to add a fucking code to my phone.


*A/N*

I'm sure all of you are really tired of me trying to explain why it takes so long for me to update so I won't bother you with that.

Just know that i love all of you and i hope you're safe in these trying times.

My DMs are always open if you need to talk!

Love,
Jess

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