His Housemaid

Chapter 20

I couldn't sleep. The scene from earlier played in my head like a broken record and that was all I saw even when I closed my eyes.

I got out of bed with the intention of heading towards the kitchen for a drink.

Justin opened his door right when I got to his room and I paused momentarily. He started at me and I took a step back. I turned around to head back to my room but he pulled me inside his room and locked the door.

I was scared. His room was soundproof. No one would hear me even if I shout. I pressed my back against the door when he started approaching me.

I could only stare and hope desperately that he'll let me go.

He stopped right in front of me nd stared at me silently. I couldn't move. All I could do was look down and try not to cry.

"Look at me."

I shook my head softly and maintained my posture. I was shaking and my vision was blurry.

"Look At Me, Nicolette!" He growled out.

I looked up in fear at his tone and the first tear fell.

I was so pathetic.

His arms slipped around my waist and I tensed up immediately.

He stepped closer and his left hand reached up to caress my cheek. I could barely breath and my heart thudded painfully in my chest.

Then he kissed me.

And I froze up.

I didn't know what to do.

"You would gladly whore around with other boys but won't even kiss me?" He scoffed.

"How much do they give you, huh? Tell me, I'll double it."

I couldn't even defend myself.

He scoffed and pulled me against him harshly. Then he gripped my jaw and pressed his lips against mine. Hard.

He tightened his grip on my waist when I didn't respond and I kissed back. His tongue probed my lips for entry and I opened up. His hands moved to my butt and he squeezed them harshly.

I wanted to stop him but I didn't know how and I was scared to. I was afraid I'd let my heart think for me and give in. It was easier to ignore the fact that I liked him when he was being rude and insulting not when he was kissing me.

He pulled away and moved to my neck. I felt shivers run through me as his lips gently brushed my neck.

His hands went under my pajamas and traced a path down into my pajama bottoms.

I bucked against him when I felt his hands caress my vulva. He circled my clit and shocks run through my body.

A sultry moan escaped my lips when his hands entered my vagina. That was the last straw.

I gasped at the realization and pushed him away with all my strength.

"I--I can't do it."

He stared at me with dilated pupils and harsh breaths.

"Get out, whore." He spat.

I couldn't move.

"Do I have to drag you out?"

I felt shame swarm my insides and tears gathered in my eyes. I felt so ashamed and used.

"I..."

"Get out of my fucking room, slut."

With tears streaming down my face, I turned, unlocked the door and went back to my room.

I don't know how but I fell asleep immediately my head hit the pillow.

The next morning, I tried not to dwell on the events of yesternight and instead focused on finding out what made Layla cry.

I did my chores diligently and set off for school.

I smiled meekly at Sierra and Will and we headed to our lockers and then finally to class.

I snapped out of my daydream when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to Sierra who sat beside me.

"What's wrong?" She whispered.

"Nothing, why?"

"You've been staring of into space for the past five minutes."

I shrugged and turned to face the teacher. I really wanted someone to talk to but I was scared of opening up and burdening people with my baggage. I couldn't get the image of Layla crying out of my head.

I tried connecting the dots but I always ended up at a crossroad. Either I did something wrong or maybe, they're tired of taking care of me. It'd be understandable though.

I knew that there was something going on and I was at the center of it. And I felt so alone and helpless. I looked down when I felt something cold touch my hand.

I was crying. I quickly took out my handkerchief and inconspicuously dabbed at my eyes. The siren went off for lunch break and I signalled Sierra to take the lead.

I needed a moment for myself.

I got out and headed to the washroom.

In the washroom, I just stared at the mirror.

Maybe I should ask Lalya myself.

Yes, I should. It's better than constantly worrying over it, I thought.

One of the girls using the mirror beside me shrieked and turned to her friend.

"Oh my God! Sybil, Ian and Justin are fighting!"

With that they quickly packed up and left the washroom.

I also did the same thing.
There was a large crowd gathered and I just knew that was the spot.

I crouched and manuoevered my way to the front. I was so sweaty by the time I got there.

Justin had Ian against the lockers and the two looked quite roughed up. Ian's nose was red and bloody and there was a lot of blood on their white shirts and on the floor.

The blood was too much for me and I was feeling nauseous.

Justin said something to Ian and tightened his grip when Ian refused to speak up.

I was scared for Ian. And I felt like I was the cause. I just stood there and watched on helplessly.

"Tell them, Ian. They are just as curious as I am." Justin said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"I told you man, there's nothing going on, okay?" Ian replied.

"Do I look a like an airhead, huh? Do I? So you're trying to tell me all the times you stepped in are purely coincidental? You must think I'm quite stupid."

Ian shrugged nonchalantly.

"She must be really good in bed then." Justin said sarcastically.

That got Ian riled up. He pushed back and grabbed Justin by his collar.

"Don't you fucking say a word about Nicolette or else..."

"Else what? What are you going to do? Fight with me over a whore? Maybe I should taste her too. Fuck her till she can barely walk and see what's got you so hooked, don't you think?" Justin sneered.

I was scared. I didn't know if the fear was for Ian's life or my ruined reputation but I was scared. And my vision was becoming blurry and I was gasping for breath.

"Don't you fucking dare!"

"Who's she to you Ian? Say it. Fucking say it. Let everyone know what's got you so hooked on a whore who doesn't even know how to close her le--"

"She's my cousin, okay! She's my long lost cousin!" Ian yelled out.

I blacked out.

A/N

Quite steamy, don't you think?