Considerably Wicked: A Dark Romance Page 6

  “That’s right, darl,” Sinclair gasped. “Don’t stop… That’s right. Liezel, I’m coming!” he cried when he hit his own climax and sucked on Liezel’s right breast. He jerked off. His cum trickled out and onto Liezel’s hand around his manhood.

  Breathing hard and too powerless to make a single movement, they both collapsed on the car seat as the severity of their orgasm died down.

  “Thank god you don’t have an umbrella,” Sinclair spoke a few seconds later.

  Liezel eyed the rain that was still pouring hard outside. “And it’s still raining.”

  Sinclair brought her face close to his. “Ready for round two?”

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Chapter 6

  Ice Breaker

  It had been a week since Will Thomas moved into Chestnut Hill and he shortly found out that sharing a house with someone could feel like a battle for supremacy which he knew he would never win. There had been quite a few things he didn’t like but couldn’t really complain about; like Una’s underwear hanging on the rack in the bathroom instead of fresh towels and how he’d neatly put his toothbrush and razors in the same corner in the cabinet only for him to look for it in Una’s medicines and feminine products the next day.

  But Una owned the house and the only thing he could do was look for another place to put his stuff. He kept telling himself that it was better than living with Kate. With Una, he only had to clean after her, but with Kate, he had to do more than just tidying up the place. His ex-girlfriend was, surprisingly, horny all the time. It was probably because he never had sex with her. He never gave her the release she wanted.

  While he continued to look back in his bed on what could have happened had he given in to Kate’s demands, Will’s phone suddenly buzzed and cut him off from his thoughts. He grabbed his phone and answered it right away.

  “Hello.”

  “Mr. Thomas…” Una’s weak voice spoke from the other end. “Are you about to go to sleep?”

  “No. I don’t usually sleep until eleven. Why?”

  “Can you come to my room?”

  “Why? Did I break one of your house rules?” Will asked, his voice laced with concern.

  A few seconds of silence passed by.

  “Hello, Ms. Miller? Are you still there?”

  He heard a sigh and then a moan. “Yes. I…I think I need your help.”

  Will got up right away. “Oh! Okay.” He dashed out of his room and in seconds, he was already standing outside his landlady’s room. Softly, he knocked on the door. “Ms. Miller?”

  “Come in.”

  He opened the door, and as soon as he stepped in, he immediately squinted. Una’s bedroom was over defined by the light fixtures in the middle and in all four corners of the room. He immediately wondered how his landlady had gotten used to sleeping with all those lights on.

  What’s up with her obsession with lights? he mentally asked himself.

  As soon as his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room, he couldn’t help but look around. Contrary to his expectations, and aside from too much light illuminating the room, it was designed to be cozy and calming from the obvious use of lilac-painted walls with an accent of cream that created the Gregorian home impression. The ivory cream bed with a ruffled bed skirt, the window panels, and curtain drapes of the same color gave the entire room a light and breathable atmosphere. He couldn’t quite believe it.

  However, the minute his eyes caught the different pairs of shoes scattered across the cream carpet, his delight faded and was immediately replaced by an impulse to stack them all neatly in the shoe rack.

  Una’s faded and deadbeat sweaters were all over the cream tufted bench. It never made it to her laundry basket which was beside her white lacquer nightstand; a flaw to Will who was such a stickler for neatness.

  “You wanted my help?” Will asked, trying to divert his attention to fight the urge to tidy a few things in the room.

  “Mr. Thomas, I have a terrible leg cramp and my abdominal pain has extended to my diaphragm.”

  Will’s eyes were immediately drawn into the trail of crimson blood on the bed sheets. “Should I call an ambulance?” His eyes were fixated on the mocking red stain, his anal-retentive self was stirring inside him.

  “No. Why would you—it’s my period. I’m not dying,” Una snapped. The pillows were all around her and she looked drained and in pain. “I’m in pain and feeling a little bit nauseous, but there’s no need to call an ambulance.”

  “Okay. What do you want me to do? Have you taken any medicine to reduce the pain?” Will asked with a hint of concern in his voice. It was the first time since he moved in that he saw Una this weak and helpless. It was obvious that he was a bit caught off guard and didn’t know what to do, what to think, or what to expect.

  Una sighed. “I don’t know if you could really help me but…I just ran out of pads.”

  “Pads?” He knew what she meant. Kate had once included it in his shopping list. “Okay, I’ll go to the grocery store and get them for you. I’ll also buy some Ibuprofen for the pain,” Will offered.

  Una stared at him with questioning eyes. “Are you sure it’s okay with you?”

  “Yes, it’s perfectly fine. I also need to grab some stuff for myself.”

  “Look, I don’t really want to bother you with all this. It’s just that…my period isn’t like ordinary periods. I have cramps and…” She sighed loudly. “This irritating pain won’t go away until my second day,” Una explained.

  Will flashed her an assuring smile and quickly glanced at the pile of laundry on the foot of her bed. “No problem, Miss Miller”

  “Thank you,” Una said, stocking a pillow underneath her hips. “I’ll wait for you. Please close the door when you leave.”

  “Alright.”

  ***

  Will Thomas had only been in the feminine aisle twice his entire life: for Kate and now for his landlady. And just like on his first trip, he was again marveling at the reality that an entire aisle was dedicated solely to sanitary pads.

  How many does she need? He suddenly found himself asking.

  He turned to find the same thing on the other side. When Kate suckered him into buying her a box, he just picked anything and quickly shuffled away. His ex-girlfriend, of course, yapped at him for two days for buying the wrong one.

  He didn’t care then, but he cared now. Sort of. Una was, after all, his landlady. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he’d get himself kicked out for picking out the wrong box again.

  Looking around, his palms were starting to break out in a sweat. His eyebrows were knitted together, eyes squinted in concentration at the shelves upon shelves of boxes of pads and tampons. It was hard. There were so many brands.

  Did Una have a preferred brand? And what on earth did with wings meant?

  He reached into his pocket to fish out his phone but found, to his dismay, that he left it in his room.

  Of all the days! he thought.

  One calming breath later, he decided to just grab what Una needed and leave. But the very problem remained – he had no idea what Una needed. Tampons or pads? With wings or without? Light, heavy or regular? And why was there an extra heavy flow? So many varieties and he hadn’t a clue.

  “Hi there.”

  Will jerked his head toward the voice. He probably stood in front of the shelf for far too long and too absorbed in his little crisis to take notice of the curly-haired girl standing a couple of feet from him.

  “You must be cursing your sister for forcing you to do this for her,” she said, grinning at him.

  “No. It’s not for my sister,” he answered and smiled.

  Curly girl’s eyes lit up, looking impressed. “Wow. Lucky girlfriend, then?”

  “Not my girlfriend. I’m buying for…um…a friend.”

  “I’m Brie and she must be a very special friend to you,” Brie said, eyeing the empty cart next to him. “I have tons of male friends back home and none of those idiot
s would do what you’re doing now. My dad wouldn’t even be caught dead anywhere this aisle. He was an idiot too. My mom made us all a favor when she left him. And that’s why we’re moving to some weird, small town up north next week.”

  Will turned to her, confused. In less than a minute, he knew more than he should about Brie’s life, and he wasn’t sure how to react.

  Should he smile and be happy for her and her mom for leaving her idiot of a father? Or should he frown and feel bad at the obvious fact that Brie was, unfortunately, surrounded by idiots?

  “Can you…can you help me?” he asked instead. He had enough listening to Glen’s weird life dramas already. He couldn’t listen to another one.

  Sorry, Brie, he thought.

  Brie laughed softly. “Sure. You’re not the chatty type, are you?”

  “I am.”

  She chuckled. “Sure, you are. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

  Will gave her a quick once-over and thought she must still be in college. With her laid-back fashion sense—a yellow button-down shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts—she looked like someone who wouldn’t hesitate to help a stranger.

  “Is it her first day today? Does she want pads or tampons?”

  “I’m not sure…might be. She did mention about an irritating pain that won’t go away until her second day? I guess it’s her first day today,” he informed her.

  “Oh, poor girl! She needs this then.” Brie moved forward and took a blue box from the shelf and tossed it in his cart. “And perhaps some light pads for the coming days. May I suggest ultra-thin wings with no- scent? Trust me, there’s a huge difference. And you can buy her tampons too…just in case.”

  “Okay.” Will added more boxes of every item Brie tossed in his cart.

  “Why so many?”

  “Just in case she would need more…and maybe it’s more convenient for her, not having to run out every month? I guess?” Will replied. The genuine look of confusion on his face looked too adorable without him realizing it.

  Brie grimaced, nodding. “I see. Don’t forget to buy her a bottle of ginger ale, a heating pad in case she hasn’t got one, and chocolates. I love eating dark chocolate during my period. I’m sure your girlfriend would love it too.”

  “She’s not my girlfriend and thanks for that, Brie.”

  “You’re welcome…”

  “Will.”

  “Is it short for William? It is, isn’t it?”

  Will nodded, not sure where Brie was heading with her question.

  “You’re welcome, William.”

  He smiled at her and left to fetch the additional items Brie told him about and some stuff for himself.

  When he was finally done, he walked straight to the checkout line. The woman who looked to be fifty gave him a knowing smile while scanning his purchases. “She must be very special to you.”

  “Excuse me?” Will looked up from the cart, bemused.

  “Buying an entire section is very sweet and thoughtful of you, sweetie.” The cashier laughed. “Seriously though, you should be proud of yourself for having the courage to walk in there in the first place,” the cashier told him. “You should have included some saltines. My daughter loves snacking on some saltines whenever she’s on her monthlies.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind next time,” Will sighed, slowly feeling slightly self-conscious. He had no idea buying boxes of feminine products could gain some weird reactions from people. He found the task a little complicated, that’s for sure, but it wasn’t something he was embarrassed to do.

  “Your girlfriend must be a very lucky girl. You’re a keeper.”

  “She’s not my girlfriend. These are for my—”

  “Friend?” She snorted. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that, sweetie.”

  Will figured he didn’t have to explain. It didn’t matter. He kept silent, paid for the items, and thanked the woman and smiled.

  When he arrived home, he found Una on her knees on the couch, hugging a heating pad to her stomach, her ass sticking up in the air. Her gaze lifted from the center table to the sound of the bags on the floor. Confused, she uncurled herself from her position and sat on the couch.

  “Are those all feminine pads?”

  “And tampons. This one,” Will pointed at the smallest bag in his hand, “is for me.”

  “Why?” Una asked, staring at the bags on the floor.

  Will shrugged and scratched his head. “I didn’t know which ones you prefer. I forgot to bring my phone so I couldn’t call you. I got help from a stranger, and I just thought it would be a wise decision to buy in bulk since you get that thing every month. And I’ve noticed how you tend to forget a few things when you do your grocery shopping.” He sighed.

  “You noticed?”

  He smiled, a confirmation. “I’ve also brought pain killers, chocolate ice cream, two bottles of ginger ale, and a heating pad, but you already own one.” He pointed at the pad on Una’s stomach.

  “I – I…” Una opened her mouth but she was obviously speechless.

  “I’ll put the ice cream in the fridge.” Will picked up the bags and started walking to the kitchen.

  Una glanced at the bags and then at him. “Hey.”

  Will stopped in front of her. “Yes, Ms. Miller?”

  Her eyelashes fluttered as she inhaled. “Do you…are you going to bed now?”

  He glanced at his watch. “In an hour.”

  “Do you want to play Ice breakers with me? It’s a game Dr. Larson thinks I should play to get to know people. You pull out a card from a deck and you answer whatever question is on the card.”

  Will hesitated for a moment. He was almost certain Una wasn’t supposed to tell him the reason why she wanted to play the game. She was supposed to just ask. There were still quite a lot of things he was still trying to understand about his landlady, and if it hadn’t been for the nonchalance in her voice and an overview of her past experience, thanks to Liezel, he would’ve thought differently about her.

  “Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m sure I’d crash once I take the painkillers. So…”

  “No. I mean, yes, we can play.”

  Una nodded and looked away. “Okay. I’ll just go to my room and change into my PJs. Meet me back here in ten.”

  “Sure.”

  ***

  Twelve minutes later…

  “I had to change…” Dressed in her favorite blue pajamas, Una tried to explain when she already found Will waiting for her in the living room. “Nice sweatshirt.”

  Will smiled. He had thrown on his grey college sweatshirt from MIT and a pair of pajama pants. “Thanks. How are you feeling?”

  “A little better. The heating pad helped. I’ve also taken a painkiller.” Una joined him, muttering a soft thank you. She took the other side of the couch across from him. A deck of cards was in her hand.

  “Coolio.” Will handed her a spoon. “Ice cream?” He nodded toward the tub on the coffee table.

  Una handed the deck of cards over to him to shuffle and grabbed the tub. Opening it quickly, she began to scoop chocolate ice cream into the bowls.

  Will shuffled the cards and placed it on the space between them. “Who should go first?”

  Digging her spoon into the ice cream, Una said, “You go first. There’s your bowl.” She pointed her spoon at the other bowl.

  Smiling, Will picked the card on top of the deck and read the question out loud, “What movies made you so sad that you will never watch again?” He picked up his bowl and stuffed ice cream into his mouth. “My Life As A Dog.” He earned a stare from Una, so he went to elaborate. “It was a story about growing up and abandonment. It’s sad and depressing. I was moved. I cried.”

  “I never cried over a movie,” Una said, unable to contain what she had to say. “I didn’t watch a lot of movies. I still don’t.” She picked a card from the middle. “What is something you have always wanted to try but is too afraid to do?” She huffed.

  “Th
at’s an interesting question.” Will didn’t seem to have noticed her shift in her position.

  “Travel abroad,” she answered.

  “Where?”

  She paused, as if the question reminded her of a sad memory, and then answered, “The Philippines. Liezel is from there and told me so much about it.”

  “Ditto. We’ve talked about it before.” Will chimed in and found himself smiling. At least they had found a common ground.

  Una nodded. “I once saw a travel documentary on it on TV.” She took another spoonful of ice cream and eyed him. “Your turn.”

  He picked another card. “What are your top three best feelings in the world? Hmmm… looking at stars, getting enough sleep.” He let out laugh. “Getting a thumbs up from my boss for my work? I guess.”

  “I like looking at the stars too,” Una said, surprised to realize that she actually did. “I used to gaze at the sky at night on the roof.”

  “Oh, yeah? Maybe we can do that sometime.”

  “Yeah, maybe,” she said stiffly this time. “My turn…What kinds of things do you find funny?” She put the card on the table, the corner of her mouth twitching. “Funny cat videos?” She looked at Will and saw him already looking at her.

  Silence suddenly passed between them. Leaning back on his side of the couch, Will held back a snicker. “I…I think they’re funny too.”

  Una let out an unexpected giggle, a first since he moved in. He then burst out laughing, no longer able to hold his amusement back.

  “Awkward moments. I find them funny too. Like an unreturned high five or greeting? And sometimes, epic fails.”

  Will raised his eyebrows at that. “I think they’re all funny too. Sometimes, when I’m really bored at work, I sneak into the breakroom and watch some videos to wake me up.”

  Una gave an indulgent smile, shaking her head. “Yeah. Human failures are hilarious…sometimes.”

  He stared at her for a moment. “My turn.” He placed his bowl on the table and picked a card. “Okay… If you felt that I was starting to get a crush on you, what would you do?”