Maid For Him

Chapter 8

Reese***

Gaby was already asleep and I was sprawled on the couch watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

My mind kept straying to Sheila and Rickel on their awesome date right now. I hissed my teeth. Why do I even care? It's not like I'm into Rickel nor will I ever like him.

A knock on the door startled me and I jolted upwards. Was it in the movie? Am I hearing things?

There was a second knock and I scrambled out of the blanket.

"Who is it?" I whispered once I was near the door.

There was sniffling on the other side followed by a faint mumbling.

Was Gaby expecting someone?

"Who is it?" I asked much louder this time.

"Reese?" More sniffling. "Reese can you open the door please?"

Rickel?

What the heck was he doing here at midnight? Was he done having sex with Sheila already?

My hand opened the door before my brain could tell it to stop. Rickel was leaning on the wall beside the door with a look on his face I couldn't decipher. His dress shirt was buttoned unevenly and was half pulled out of his pants. The stench of alcohol burned my nose.

"Come in?" I said just as he staggered past me and walked with a limp towards the couch.

Ok......this is really happening. A drunk Rickel is sitting on my couch. I could end it all now.

I took deep breaths as I walked slowly towards him. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

Breathe Reese. Just breathe.

Rickel sniffled, stopping me from ranting to myself. Against my better judgement, I slowly sat down beside him.

"I-Is everything ok?" I asked in an almost calm voice.

Rickel placed his head into his hands and his shoulders heaved up and down as he cried silently.
"It's her!"

I breathed in and out slowly as I anxiously waited for him to continue.

"I cannot stand her." He was looking straight into my eyes now. "She's so damn controlling!"

"Yes. She is." My mouth betrayed my mind.

Rickel shook his head. "No. You don't know her, Reese. She looks beautiful on the outside. Angelic even...but she's not a nice person." He hiccupped a few times. "She acts as if only her opinions matter."

I smiled to myself. I bet he never thought Sheila was a bad person when he was pounding into her.

He hiccupped again and I felt the urge to help him.

"Stay right here. I'm going to get you some water." I left him sobbing and walked lightly to the kitchen.

Gaby was a heavy sleeper. I could hear her snoring when I walked pass her room. She might have a heart attack if she woke up and found a drunk man on her couch.

I opened the fridge and got the water. As I closed the door, my eyes caught the kitchen knives on the counter.

If I did.....he wouldn't even know it was me.....no one would know.

I lingered in the kitchen contemplating what to do.

Snap out of it!

I grabbed two aspirins from the bathroom and tried to force Rickel to take them.

"Come on. They'll make you feel better." I coaxed.

Rickel smirked through his tears. "You make me feel better Reese. Seeing you lights up my dreary days."

"What? You're just saying that because you are drunk." I said shakily trying to calm the butterflies playing in my stomach.

"Maybe. Maybe not." Smiling looked weird on him. "Ok I'll take it but you'll have to kiss me first." He said while puckering his lips.

"Take the pill first!" I demanded and he finally conceded.

"Arggg!" He said as he swallowed. "Reese are you punishing me because I'm a bad bad boy?"

I laughed lightly. "You're not a bad boy."

"Yes I am! Yes I am!" He shouted and I clamped my hand over his mouth to muffle his sounds.

"Shhhh!"

He looked at me with wide eyes. "But I am a bad boy, Reese. I have done so many bad things." He looked so scared that I pitied him.

"What did you do?" I asked him. "What did you do Rickel?"

"I.....I....I..." He started leaning closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine. "I have a crush on you Reese. I want to call you baby so badly."

His hand travelled up my arm and found the back of my neck. He pulled me slowly towards him and his plump, juicy looking lips. I know I should pull away but curiosity was getting the better of me. I wanted to know what those lips tasted like.

He rubbed his lips against mine before he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth. The butterflies were having a disco party in my stomach now and I pulled him closer to make the kiss last longer.

Rickel pulled away suddenly and looked at me with frightened eyes. Realization dawned on him and he wobbled as he tried to get up.

"I should leave. I think I'm going to be sick." He said before hurrying out the door.

Was kissing me so bad that it make his stomach upset?

Ugh! Why did I do that? Why didn't I stop myself?

I sighed shakily. He was drunk. Probably he won't remember a thing that happened and if he did all I have to do is deny everything.