Maid to Love You

by Ylana MIlls

  If he had kissed her, she would have kissed him back. And then, when Viktor called, she would have told the man to go take a walk. She was tired of it. Instead, she had been weak, and let him back into her life.

  If only Devon had kissed her that night… Then everything would be different.

  At least, that was what she liked to think.

  "What?" Devon asked, staring at her with nothing but concern in her eyes.

  Perhaps he had been selfish. No. As he looked at her red swollen eyes, he was sure he had been selfish. He had been so busy keeping his own feelings under wraps that he barely seemed to realize that Eliza herself was going through some rough patch as well. But then again, what could he do? Look at him now, standing in front of her like a puppy, ready to do whatever it took to make her feel better, to put a smile back on her face, even if that meant making a fool of himself. That was what happened when he spent too much time near her. He didn't feel like leaving. He didn't feel like letting her leave, not if it was to meet Viktor the Wrinkled.

  And he knew he didn't have that right.

  "What is it, Eliza?" he asked again, with a frown.

  "Can you cook me some dinner?" she asked, and Devon could notice she was holding something back.

  "Well, yes, but I do cook dinner every-"

  "And stay, this time?"

  He looked into her eyes for a moment, and gave her the only possible answer in such circumstances.

  "Of course," he replied, with a smile. "So… what do you feel like eating?"

  "Pizza."

  "Pizza? Oh my…" he repeated, scratching his head. "I think it is my fault, I should have told you what I can cook before I asked what you wanted to eat."

  She chuckled at his words.

  "I already know what you can cook, apart from Thai chicken," she said, crossing her arms. "Rice, smashed potatoes and noodles."

  He opened his mouth to protest, but the smile on her face somehow managed to delay his response. Luckily for him, his brain quirked to life a few seconds later.

  "You forgot my beautiful rendition of one of America's favorite dishes," he announced, stuffing out his chest. "Scrambled eggs."

  She laughed heartily, and Devon felt his own chest swell with happiness. She was happy, he was happy, and the world was a beautiful place to live in.

  "Now," he said, as the two of them left the balcony and walked back into the apartment. "Will you tell me why you have been crying?"

  She remained silent until they reached the couch. Then, she let her body slump onto it, burying her face in one of the cushions as she burst into tears.

  Sitting by her side, Devon didn't really know what to do.

  "He is married, Devon!" she howled, as tears ran down her face. "Viktor is married!"

  "Son of a b-"

  "And I knew he was!" she sobbed. "I always did."

  "Oh," he muttered. Then, for a split moment, he pictured the faceless bastard doing things to Eliza. "Still, he is a fucking son of a bitch."

  She kept looking at his face, waiting for his eyes to show how disappointed he was at her. He was a man of principles, and she had none! She felt the worst person to walk on earth, and it was only fair that he judged her, and found her an awful person for having an affair with a married man. She was ready for him to lecture her, she deserved it. She deserved the fact he would never look at her with the same respect as he did in the past.

  "Eliza, I am so sorry!" Devon whispered, touching her arm.

  "Did you even hear what I said?" she screamed. "I said I knew the whole time! I was no victim!"

  "Yes, you were," he said, lowering his eyes. "You were, Eliza."

  "No," she shook her head, taking off her glasses and wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "I'm the only one to blame."

  "Don't be ridiculous…"

  "Yeah, I know," she sobbed. "I am ridiculous, I know."

  "Eliza, look at me," Devon said, lifting her chin so that her eyes met his. "Why do you think you started going out with him in the first place?"

  She sobbed, and when she was about to answer, he started speaking again.

  "Don't answer. Just think," he continued, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You were lonely. He was at the right place, at the right time. You were having a bad day. Maybe a lot of bad days."

  She lowered her face into her hands, and he watched her shoulders shake as she cried.

  "If anything, Eliza… You were a victim of your loneliness."

  If there was something he had a PhD on, it was on that particular matter. He knew all too well what it felt like, to be so sick of being alone that you started grasping at whatever grain of affection people threw at you. He had learnt it the hard way.

  "But you know what?" he asked.

  She raised her eyes to look at him once again.

  "In the end, it's all about you. You can get married, have children, or stay single and party all night every night. But still, it's on you. No one can fix you, no one can mend what is broken," he said, and his eyes were distant and sad as he spoke. "No one but you. You will find that others never fill the void, no matter how hard you try."

  He looked at her face, and wished he could simply kiss away that sad look in her eyes. She was sad, he was sad, and the world was a very ugly place to live in. But that was how things were – they could snog right now as if there was no tomorrow, but the hurt wouldn't mend itself that easily. It was a daily battle, but she could do it.

  "Now how about that pizza?" he asked, prodding her in the ribs.

  "I hate you, do you know that?" she whimpered, after she stood up to search for tissues in one of the drawers of the cabinet across from the couch.

  "No, you don't," he said, stretching his arms lazily. "But… pray tell. What of Viktor?"

  "I dumped him," she replied, after blowing her nose. "A week ago."

  'WHAT?' his mind screamed, reminding him that he had spent the last seven days of his life moaning about a situation that, technically, did not exist anymore.

  "And now he is calling me again, but I've had enough. I really have," she said. "When I went out with him that night… after our dinner…" she sniffed as she looked at Devon, "I guess I finally noticed how sick the whole thing was. I still went out again with him a couple of times after that, but by that time I could barely stand to look at his face..."

  Devon's heart was doing a little dance of victory inside his chest. With an asinine grin splattered across his face, he saw her pick up the phone and order all the options the pizza parlor had in their menu.

  "What?" she said, when she realized Devon was staring at her. "I'm angry. If I'm not having angry sex, than I'm having an angry dinner. And wine."

  He chuckled. If the two of them were really about to have all the six bottles of wine she was picking up from behind the bar counter, then she had dismissed "angry sex" way too early.

  "That is not an intelligent way to deal with the problem, but honestly, who cares?" he said gleefully, as they opened the first two bottles of wine and he thought more about the angry sex than the "getting sloshed" part of the night. "I shall join you!"

  Three bottles of wine later, he had just finished telling Eliza about the first time a girl gave him a blowjob.

  Eliza was almost falling from the couch, clutching her stomach as Devon finished his account, not sparing a single detail of his rather quick endeavor.

  "I couldn't believe it," he added. "I don't think she could, either. Her face was like, 'What the fuck? Is that it?'"

  Eliza doubled over with laughter, again.

  "Ok," he said, taking another swig from the bottle of wine and wetting his lips. "My turn."

  "Hit me."

  He glanced at her, and fought the urge to shove his tongue past her parted lips.

  "Ok," he said, blinking. "Question. What's with all the condoms?"

  "Whaaat?" she asked, with a very funny drunken expression.

  "The first day I cleaned this place, I swear to God, I found
more than twenty boxes of condoms, of all imaginable types. Glow in the dark. Raspberry flavored. Studded condoms. Ribbed condoms. I mean, in this some kind of "cock parade" fetish?"

  Eliza choked on her wine as he spoke, and then shrugged.

  "I think they're cool," she said, as a mischievous grin curled her lips. "I'm a collector."

  "Of condoms?" he asked, knowing that sooner or later that conversation would lead them both into trouble. "Or cocks?"

  She let out another cackle, and that one was sure to have enraged any neighbor who was trying to sleep.

  "Or both?" he asked, chuckling as well.

  Then Eliza's fist connected with his arm, and some of the wine he was drinking spilled on his chest.

  "Idiot!" she whispered, staring at the wine trickling down his T-shirt.

  "By the way, I have a confession to make," he said, realizing her stare and feeling his jeans were getting way too tight around his groin. "I stole one of your Vibrating Johnnies."

  Another deafening shriek, and this time he reached out to cover her mouth, before someone decided to stop by and make a formal complaint.

  "I just had to see how it worked!" he whispered.

  "And?" she asked, with her eyes wide, and Devon couldn't help but notice her hand was clutching his thigh.

  "It works!" he said, although he didn't actually think he should describe the circumstances of his experiment, not when she had been the one in his mind as he played with himself. "It does, it really does..."

  He heard her laughter subside before she spoke again.

  "I have a confession to make, too."

  She licked her lips, and gave him a look that needed very few explanations. Now, in times like those, you had to know when to draw a line. They were both completely hammered, plastered, wasted, lit up like a Christmas tree, talking about blowjobs, condoms and penis rings, his own penis was about to tear a hole in his jeans, and she had totally eyefucked him as she whispered those last words.

  That was the moment to get her under a cold shower, make them some strong bitter coffee and just call it a night, before they did something they would regret later.

  Too bad there was very little blood left in his brain for him to come to that conclusion.

  "Hmm?" he asked, taking another swig from the bottle and feeling his cock twitch as she moved over to whisper in his ear.

  "I wanna fuck you, Devon."

  And then her tongue was halfway inside his ear, and he knew it was way too late to stop.

  "Oh really?" he moaned, as his hands slid down the fly of his jeans, fumbling with the zipper in a hurry to get some release. He was impossibly hard.

  "Really," she purred, and her hand fell over his as she also reached out for his leaking cock trapped inside his boxers.

  "You want my cock?"

  "Yeah…"

  "Where?" he whispered again, after getting rid of his T-shirt. Eliza had pulled down his boxers, and he saw his throbbing erection break free from its fabric constraints, as hard as steel, straining against his belly. The tip was oozing with pre-cum, and he smeared it all over his shaft as he stared into her hungry eyes.

  She giggled, and moved to straddle him. Now he loved her girly dresses more than anything else in his life. As she ground her hips against his groin, the only thing preventing him from slipping inside that hot snatch of hers was her panties.

  "Talk to me, Eliza."

  "Inside me," she purred, and her nails dug into his shoulders when he started sucking on her neck, licking and biting and sending shivers up and down her spine. "I want your cock buried all the way inside me."

  When she felt him slip a finger inside her, and then two, she gasped. All that rush of desire was making her feel drowsy, and her limbs were now all tingly and numb.

  "You're so fucking wet…" he moaned onto her neck, as he twisted his fingers inside her and felt her groan in response.

  "Oh yeah, Devon…" she mumbled. "I want you to fuck me…"

  He let out a moan as he removed his soaked fingers from her, pulling her panties further aside and shifting his hips so that the tip of his cock was rubbing against her moist entrance. He needed to be inside her. He wanted to feel those fucking hot wet walls wrapped around his shaft, he wanted to feel them ripple as she came…

  "If you want me to wear one of your magic condoms," he whispered, "this is the time."

  However, there was no response. Instead, he felt her body grow heavy over his, as her head lolled to his shoulder.

  "Eliza?"

  Still nothing.

  "Eliza?"

  He carefully pulled her head back, only to find out she had had passed out on him.

  "What?" he moaned, looking at her closed eyes. "No… Eliza!" he whispered again, shaking her arms. "No! You can't leave me like this! Wake up!"

  He looked down at his cock, then at the unconscious woman straddling him, then back at his cock.

  "Can you believe this?" he asked, seeing it twitch sadly in response.

  He let his own head fall back onto the sofa, as he rubbed the woman's back. He had a problem. No, he had two problems. He needed to finish what they had started or he would have a stroke. That was problem number one. Problem number two was that he also needed to take care of Eliza, and take her to bed or at least lay her on the sofa.

  Currently, with the woman sprawled over his lap, he could not do either.

  Devon lifted her body from his and carefully laid her on the sofa, feeling her thigh rub against his erection in the process. His sight blurred, and maybe it was because of his hormones, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was because, as he glanced at her lying in the couch, he was once again reminded of how beautiful she was, and how she made his heart beat faster.

  He pulled her dress down with a resigned smile, covering her thighs and smoothing the fabric of her clothes so that she was as decent as possible.

  Then he moved back to the edge of the sofa, and took a long, deep breath. His eyes, again, fell upon his groin.

  "For crying out loud, you just won't go away, will you?" he told his throbbing erection, as he wrapped his hand around it.

  'Are you really gonna jerk off with an unconscious woman by your side?' said a shocked voice inside his mind.

  'So what? She's asleep. It's not as if she'll be offended, anyway,' another voice responded, without the slightest hint of concern.

  'Listen to yourself!'

  'I need to cum!'

  'She needs to be taken care of!'

  'I still need to cum!'

  'Cum some other time, you pervert! Show some respect!'

  "Oh, hell," Devon muttered, covering his eyes with one hand as he tried to shut up the voices in his head. With his other hand, he gave his cock a final tug, stuffed it back into his boxers and zipped up his jeans, after a considerable amount of struggle and an even larger amount of discomfort.

  He dragged himself to the bathroom for a cold shower, but turned back when he remembered that tomorrow, he would have to explain what had happened, and although now everything was rather vivid in his memory, there was far too much alcohol in his bloodstream to guarantee he wouldn't draw a complete blank after he took care of Eliza and his head hit the pillow.

  Cursing under his breath, he picked up a random piece of paper and started scribbling the events of the night, knowing that they would definitely land him into some sort of awkwardness when Eliza finally woke up.

  Chapter 5: Give it your best shot

  When Eliza Clark woke up the next morning, the first thing she noticed was that she was in her bed. Normally, that would not be a surprise. A bed was a place where people used to go to get some sleep, including her, and that was basic, random knowledge. The problem was, she didn't actually remember going to bed last night: the few, muddled memories that now flashed before her eyes had taken place in another room of her apartment.

  And then, it got very hot in her bedroom. She made a mental note to check the thermostat as soon as she got up.

  Sh
e wondered, then, how she had ended up in her bed, and then she remembered that a bed was not only the place where people slept. A bed, she slowly remarked, was also a place where people would usually go to get another kind of action.

  She gulped. Had she and Devon…?

  She pulled out the covers over her body to find out she was dressed. Good. But again, that didn't actually mean much, did it? At least, she still had her underwear on, although that didn't prove much either.

  "Morning, princess."

  Eliza raised her eyes to look at the man leaning against the door frame with a mischievous smile on his lips.

  Oh, shoot! They had done it!

  "Hi," she whispered, looking at his face with an undeniable flash of shame in her eyes. How adorable was he, with those jeans and that sweatshirt, and that messy hair, and those puppy eyes? More than that, how come she had finally given in to him – 'Hooray!' her mind screamed in delight – only to find out she couldn't remember the details?

  "Do you remember anything about last night?" Devon asked, still standing by the door.

  "Some things, yes," she muttered in return. "Some things… no."

  "Want me to fill the gaps?" he asked.

  "Yes… please."

  Devon raised an eyebrow at her half-moaned response. But then, it had been his fault. After the previous night's fiasco, all he could think of was filling… gaps. Or something like that.

  "Eliza, don't even get me started," he muttered back, not even bothering to hide his bad mood.

  "I remember straddling you," she said, without looking at his face.

  "I remember that too."

  "What happened then?"

  Devon let out a sigh, as he fumbled in his pockets in search for the little list he had scribbled the night before.

  "Here," he said, as he entered the room to hand her the piece of paper.

  Her eyes darted through the blurred lines, trying to make sense of them.

  "Boy, your handwriting sucks."

  "Do you really want the details?" he barked as he took the list back, looking more than annoyed.

  "Just the basics."

  "The basics, ok," he snorted. That conversation was getting on his nerves, but maybe it had something to do with the fact that he still hadn't had the opportunity to… blow off steam, so to speak, after coming so close to… well... coming? Oh, the horrors of sexual frustration! And he still had to hear his handwriting sucked! "So, essentially, there was some touching, and then you passed out and locked the gates of heaven on me."