d a r k e r l u s t

ten

*froinkie's pov*

1 week later

"mr. iero?"

"m-mr. iero?"

i snapped out of my trance. a coworker in a crisp white blouse and a navy skirt looked at me, confused.

"i'm so sorry, what can i do for ya?"

"uh, there's someone on line 1 waiting for you..." she said, pointing to my office phone. shit. telemarketers are so abundant these days, i thought i should stop giving them my energy by not answering the phone. guess it backfired.

"g-got it, thank you." i stammered.

i picked up the phone and inhaled, hoping it was the promotion i was waiting for. "hello?"

"frank?"

my eyes darted around the room. how the fuck?

"i-it's g-"

"i know who this is." i growled. i heard a whimper from the other line.

"i'm sorry... i just... can you, y'know-"

"i'm coming over there tonight. is that what you want?" i said. i heard a sharp inhale.

"please."  he breathed. "i really want you to..."

"just you wait, sugar." i whispered. "just you wait."