Chapter Fifty-Nine: I Turn Into The Devil

I have chosen to avoid Wyatt this weekend. Not for my sake, but for his. I’m in a bad mood, feeling emotional, and dealing with cramps. All I want to do is curl up in bed with soppy movies and ice cream. He doesn’t need to be around me when I am like this. If he says the wrong thing, I will bite his head off. I hate the first couple of days of my period. I turn into the damn devil. By the time Monday rolls around, I should be feeling better. I will be back to normal.

I pull my ass out of bed for the first time today—it’s already past midday. I needed caffeine and a bite to eat, something more than ice cream, and after that, I will climb straight back in. My energy is low, so it feels like a chore walking to the kitchen. I put a fresh pot of coffee on, enough to fill a large tumbler that will keep it warm for the next few hours. I have a sandwich with a side of potato chips and a bowl of fruit topped with Greek yogurt. It would be enough until later.

As I am about to head back to my bedroom, there’s a knock on my door. Who the hell is that? It must be something, because I didn’t let anyone in. With annoyance, I go to answer. I unlock the door and pull it open.

“Wyatt, what are you doing here? I told you I wanted to be left alone this weekend,” I whine.

I wish I hadn’t shared the building access code with him.

“Since when do I listen? I don’t appreciate being ignored, sweetness.”

I told him last night I didn’t want to see him until Monday. He did text and call, but I didn’t reply. I should have known better. I shouldn’t be surprised about him showing up.

“I told you I wanted this weekend to myself. Why can’t you give me that?” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he walks straight into my apartment. I groan in frustration and close the door behind me, turning to face him.

“Here, this is for you.” He smiles and hands me what looks like a large gift bag.

I look at him confused and take it, peeking inside and rummaging through. Inside the bag, there’s chocolate, candy, snacks, painkillers, heat pads, and books I’ve been eyeing but haven’t purchased. There is also one of his hoodies in the bag.

“The heat pads were the best ones they had. The pharmacist said they should help with your cramps.”

My head shoots up. “Wait, what? How did you know?”

How does he have knowledge of my monthly cycle? I did not inform him about it.

“I can pick up on these things. You have worked for me for over a year; I can always tell when it is that time of the month because you are more irritable.”

“I don’t know if I should be creeped out by you knowing this. I told you to stay away from me because it’s best for you. Trust me. You don’t want to deal with mood swings and crying. You didn’t sign up for that,” I sigh.

He moves nearer to me, placing his hand on my hip and drawing me closer. A loud whimper escapes from my lips. My body is highly sensitive.

“Angel, I did sign up for it. I am responsible for taking care of you, even during your period. So, don’t ever try to stop me from coming to take care of you again, okay?” he says firmly.

I sigh and look at the ground. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, on you go to bed.”

“I need to get my things from the kitchen.”

He disappears to the kitchen, and I follow. He turns to me. “No, you need something more than that. Take the coffee, fruit, and yogurt. I will go out and get ingredients to make soup and mac and cheese. Comfort food.”

I’m not in the mood to fight with him. I would get too mean if I ever tried. I really do turn into a bitch around this time. I nod and retreat to my bedroom. I emptied the bag he brought me. It is a sweet gesture from him. I put the snacks into the drawer next to my bed and take a couple of the painkillers, pressing one of the heat pads on too. I pull his hoodie on over my head. It feels soft and warm against my skin. It smells of him too. He always smells good.

Wyatt appears in my room. “Do you need anything else while I am out?”

“No. Thank you for what you did bring, Wyatt. It was very sweet of you.”

“You are welcome, beautiful. I will be here all weekend to take care of you.” He smirks.

Yeah, good luck with that. You will be ready to leave soon enough when I start crying for no reason or snapping at you.

He kisses me once again. “I can handle it, kitten, trust me. I won’t be long.”

“See you soon.” I smile.

He kisses my forehead before exiting my bedroom. I don’t believe I’m going to get rid of him this weekend. He has been warned. I have my fruit and yogurt, then settle down to try and take a nap until he returns.

The heat pad seems to be helping my stomach. There aren’t many guys who would do what Wyatt did for me today. Not one of my exes took care of me like this. They made sure to keep their distance. It is another thing that makes him a better man. A real man. I find myself smiling at the idea. It will be nice to have someone around, and hopefully, I won’t make his weekend too much like hell. It isn’t like I do it on purpose. I can’t control my emotions and hormones. He can handle it. He is a patient man. He won’t run off, scared. If I become too much, I will make it up to him next week.

I finally relax and feel myself begin to drift off. I will take naps throughout the day.