Janice POV
I desperately wanted him to have me, but too bad that when he finally decided to, I was on my period. Last night felt like a long night, but thankfully it was morning now and a new day to do nothing.
I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen when I tried to stand up from the bed, so I lay down hoping for it to relieve me first, but it only got worse.
"Ugh! Not again, please," I whined, clutching my abdomen and squeezing my face painfully. Cramps is one of the sickness I hate the most, and something that affects me often on my period days. It's driving me nuts.
I tried to leave the bed again, but I couldn't move a finger, so I just remained there. It felt like my abdomen was being cut with a sharp knife, and the pain only got worsened with each second that clicked.
The door opened and Connor who had gone outside earlier for a morning workout, walked inside. I heard his footsteps stopped.
"Are you ok? Why are you still in bed? It's unlike you," He asked, but I couldn't even open my eyes to look at him.
"Janice... Are you hearing me?" I heard his voice again, and when I didn't reply to him, I heard his footsteps and soon felt him towering over me.
"Are you sleeping, Janice? Why are you not saying anything?" His voice came out in a whisper, and this time, I managed to open my eyes.
"It hurts," I whispered, finally managing to turn, but it stung again, and I winced, grabbing my abdomen.
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling pain? Where is it?" He asked worriedly, sitting beside me on the bed and examining me.
"It hurts," I cried, holding my abdomen.
"Shit! Should I take you to the hospital? You are scaring me. Can you talk to me, please?" He shrieked and touched my forehead.
"Hot tea and medicines," I whispered, and he jerked up to his feet.
"What type of drug should I get? What else should I get for you?" He asked, his voice laced with worries. He made my heart flutter, but it wasn't also the right time to think about that.
"Just go," I snapped at him as I managed to sit on the bed, and he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
I waited impatiently for him, and strangely the pain kept getting worse.
Twenty-five minutes felt like twenty-four hours to me, but he came back with the medicines and the tea regardless.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital? Does it still hurt?" He asked after I drank the tea and took the medicines as prescribed.
"If it's not relieving you, I can take you to the hospital," He further said, but I shook my head.
"I'll be fine after I get some sleep," I replied to him, and he slowly nodded his head.
"Is there anything else you want me to do for you? Should I give it a massage?" He asked, and I nodded my head. He tucked me into the bed passionately and began massaging me. His warm hand caressed my abdomen, and the pain went away earlier than I thought, and just like that, I fell asleep.
I woke up a few hours later, feeling strong and all better now. I smiled excitedly. Cramps can be crazy to deal with, and I was grateful that I wasn't alone to deal with that shit this month.
Dragging myself from the bed, I walked sluggishly into the bathroom and stripped out of my robe, but I gasped when I saw the stain on it.
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath as I threw the robe on the bathtub and quickly picked a towel. I didn't want the maids to get the bedspread before me, so I dashed into the bathroom to get it, but I stopped when I met Connor in the room with the bedspread in his hand.
"Hey! How're you feeling now?" He asked me with that sweet smile on his face
"Hmm. I'm fine. Give me that. I will wash it," I said to him, trying to take the bedspread from him.
"That's going to make me look like a bad guy if I give it to you. I'm sure you would be cursing me silently if I let you have it," He smirked at me.
"No. You can't give that to the maid to wash..."
"Why? Because of the bloodstains? Do you think they are going to think that we had our first sex?" He leaned forward and flirted with me, and my abdomen twitched, leading to heavy flow.
"Don't worry, anyway. I will wash it myself if you are feeling insecure. You should go wash yourself and come downstairs for lunch. I made a special meal for you," He winked at me, then turned and walked out of the room. I sighed and walked back into the bathroom.
I took my time to wash myself, and after I was done, I walked back into the room and got dressed, leaving for the dining room afterward.
The aroma coming from the dining room as I descended the staircase minutes later smelt different from the kind of food the maids would make. At first, when he told me he made a special meal, I was thinking he was just teasing me. I mean, you weren't expecting me to believe he actually cooked, right? Well, the aroma I was perceiving now was giving me another impression and making me have a second thought about my decision that he couldn't have made the food.
"We'll find out soon," I said to myself and made my way to the dining. Strangely, none of the maids were around and it only had me curious.
"The maids. Where did they all go to?" I asked him, and he looked around as if he was just noticing it now.
"I thought we were going to have sex yesterday, so I asked them to go to the third floor of the building. They wouldn't have been able to bear your screams," He winked at me, and my heart fluttered. How the fuck was he so good at his flirting game? I wasn't expecting less from a playboy, anyway.
"Too bad your period spoilt it for me, but not to worry, I'm going to make it up later," He bit his bottom lip, and I rolled my eyes.
He served me the food and I started digging in.
"Did you really make it?" I asked him after I tasted the food and saw how delicious it tasted.
"You think I can't make it? I'm good at many things, Janice. I'm not only good in bed, but I'm also good in the kitchen too. My Mom brought us up like that," The way he smiled flirtatiously made him effortlessly cute and I couldn't help but stare at him. Gosh!
"When are we leaving Texas?" I asked, changing the topic because I was going to get freaking horny if he should continue like that, and it was only safe for me to avoid the discussion. I prayed we don't leave soon because I really love it here.
"Like in two weeks," He replied to me, and I nodded my head. That's fair enough though.
"Four days for your period, and the remaining ten days for marathon sex," He winked at me, and my heart fluttered again. Is he this shameless to talk about sex often?