The Cruel Twists of Love (12 page)

“
Don’t go on the pill Helen I know what you thinking but the side-effects long term are not great. I use something from now on” she heard that before, she was going on the pill and he didn’t have to know she thinks secretly.

           Phil
was still on top of her when he slept. That was not how she imaged sex would have be like with him she thinks and she was a little confused by how she felt. Helen’s neck hurt from the bite he give her last night and her dad was going to go nuts if there was a bruise. Helen hated like being marked by bites. Her friends from school before she moved here with her parents always had love bites and Helen thought of them like ownership from their boyfriends. Phil stirs a little in his sleep. She liked him and she felt safe with him even when he stopped her breath, she strangely trusted Phil completely. But he would have to learn to stop with the marking of her skin. She could not cope with that. Helen liked to please him and his stroking of her neck was nice, but she was not sure about him stopping her breathing. At the time she had to admit that she was excited by it and that she liked him in control.

          Phil breathing has altered so he awake she thinks, but he pretending to
still be asleep. He still has his shirt on but no trousers, he must have taken them off before he came onto the balcony.

“I don’t like you biting me” she knows he awake she thinks and nudges him

“I know what you sound like asleep” but he still says nothing so Helen nudges him again.

“I need to show men you belong to me”

“Then find another way, I don’t like bites” she says sternly

“
What about some jewellery?”

“
Will that stop you biting me? I got plenty of jewellery” was it that easy? She thinks a little bewildered

“I
will buy you some for Christmas” Phil says it like an order

“
So no more biting me?”

“
No biting, a heart locket maybe that says you taken”

“
Are you going to move off me, only I lost all feeling in my body” she teases him

“
You are a bossy little thing this morning” he laughs and he starts to tickle Helen and powerfully moving Helen onto her back, so he can look at her face when he torments her with his fingers.

         Helen never
realized Phil’s brown eyes had flecks of green in them before. And she looks at him more closely and analyzes every detail of his face before her eyes. Helen grabs his face suddenly and pulls him to her lips, their passion matched with each other’s need as they become one and quickly make love. It is over as quickly as it was started with Phil climaxing quickly.

“I’m sorry baby, you just felt too good” he whispers to her.
Helen starts laughing when he pulls out and a very un-lady like sound comes from her own body. It wasn’t the noise that made her laugh but the tickle deep inside her body

“
Was that you?” he giggles

“
It is not what you think I didn’t fluff” she says as she starts to burn from her blushes

“Seriously Fluff? It
been a long time since I heard it call that” he teases her

“
Then, what do you call it?” she says sweetly

“
Defiantly fluff from now on, it makes me feel like a child again” and kissing her softly on the lips

“
You know I like laughing after sex so I need to make more silly noises come out of you” and he starts blowing raspberries on her stomach and they both giggle with the noises being made.

             He has his head on her chest
and she knows he is listening to her heart beat like she did with him and she playing with his wavy hair. She liked this so at peace and no need for words. She never had this feeling of contentment with Alan. Was she even in love with Alan? At the time it felt like she was but now she was with Phil she was no longer sure. When she whispered she loved Alan was it just a response from the sex. She hasn’t thought about him in months and she never once dreamed of him, even when she was with him. But Phillip was in her dreams every night. Not always sexual but just holding her when he slept. He kisses her breast gently with lips

“
What do you want to do today?” and kissing her nipple

“
Only to get you naked” he laughs at her teasing

“We will check out, and then we can go back to my place”
And rolling off her and getting up from the bed

“
Come back to bed” she pleads as he puts on a pair of jeans from the wardrobe and changing his shirt from last night. Throwing his clothes from last night into an overnight bag and going to the bathroom.

“Helen get in here now
, I will be leaving in an hour if you not ready by then I will drag you out by the hair” she knows he teasing by his tone but she follows him into the bathroom. She shocked that there is a toothbrush for her and she picks it up and looking quizzical at Phil.

“I was
just hoping you stay” and kissing her on her cheek before she starts brushing.

“
Bend over the bath and I will wash your hair” it needed washing as it was messed up from the lack of sleep from his continued lovemaking last night keeping them both awake. The knots in her hair would take forever to brush out if it was dry. She kneels at the bath and bends her head so her hair falls into the bath. Phil starts up the hand shower and testing the temperature in his hand before kneeling behind her and slowly caressing her hair as the water washes over her. She can feel his shirt on her skin when his fingers massage her scalp. Squeezing the shampoo and rubbing into her hair. Kneading Helen’s hair gently clean and rinsing the suds of. Selecting another bottle and filling his hand and repeating the procedure with the conditioner.

“
All done Helen” first he wraps a towel around her hair before standing up and giving her his hand so she can stand.

“
Dry your hair, I be in when I finished preening myself” and handing her a hairdryer from a cupboard

           Helen’s hair is nearly dry when he comes out of the bathroom with a toiletries bag
and she flips her head back full of curls.

“
Have you ever straightened your hair?”

“
No don’t you like it?”

“
Of course I like it Helen it just everyone’s got straight hair these days and I like to see your neck”

“
But you got wavy hair?” she feels stung that he doesn’t like her hair. She liked her hair it sometimes made her stand out from the prettier girls.

“
It doesn’t matter Helen I was just wondering” and kissing the top of her head

“
Don’t sweat it, you know you are beautiful to me no matter what your hair looks like” she feels crushed inside. Maybe she could try to straighten her hair for Phil.

           She wished he allowed her to have a bath or shower, Helen was
still sticky from last night. She had no underwear on as she lost hers last night. But he seemed in a rush to get home. She was waiting for her coat in the lobby when he was checking out. And in the same dress she wore from last night and fiddling with her hair when she waited. Helen felt dirty and a little smelly if she was honest and she wanted a shower.

“
There you go miss” and taking her shabby coat from the attendant

“
Thanks” she says shyly. She needed to get a new one, but she couldn’t afford one because she was still on benefits. Helen still hasn’t found a job but collage was keeping her occupied. She was really enjoying meeting new people and challenging her mind. She even started a course in bookkeeping her teacher recommended for her.

“
Is that your coat?” she turns and Phil looks like he going to be sick. Helen knew her coat was shabby but it still kept her warm.

“
Sorry Helen, it really is not that bad honest. Come on I take you home”

         It a beautiful drive home, down the winding lanes of frosted greens and golden trees. She loved Wales and she could never imagine living anywhere else. Her mother was the same, they were always moving with her dad’s work but they never left the beauty of Wales behind. Her mother would have left her dad if he asked her to move to England and her dad knew it. Phil wasn’t heading to Cardiff as he headed in the opposite direction when he reached the hotels large decorate gates at the old gate house. She could just imagine the house before it became a hotel. It still had a homely quality despite the size of the grand house. With a warm red brick colour and the large ground overlooking a manmade lake. She would love to come back here in the summer to see the garden in full colour.

“
Where we going?” but not really caring as long as the views stayed like this

“
Home” he says with a large smile, he never taken her to his place before, she thinks excited.

       She sees the castle that used to tell her she was home from a school trip or a family outing.
No matter where they had been Castle Coch on the hillside was always a sight welcoming her home. They were approaching her from the back and passing the drive up to the castle. She was an impressive folly. William Burges design for the third Marquess of Bute in 1870’s was exquisite on the outside but the true beauty Helen knew was inside with the murals on the walls.

“
Are we going to Newport? I never knew you lived there” as they pull out on to the main road heading that way

“
No, I live in Caerleon have you been?”

“
Where the roman fortress is? No I’ve never been”

“
You will love it Helen”

            She did love the village of Caerleon the one way system taking her past castle walls and stone buildings. It was like going back in time, if it wasn’t for the modern buildings here and there spoiling the affect a little, and there was a large cream museum
.

“
Is there a castle here?”

“
There used to be but just part of the round house is here now by The Hanbury Arms”

“
It beautiful here, have you lived here long?”

“
Yes mostly” turning up a lane as the houses become more distinctive from the others, and pulling into the drive of a grand grey stoned building. It was a grand building that had large bay windows on either side of the red double wooden door. There not much of a garden at the front but a small side gate leading around the back offered promise of a garden.

“
I hope you like it?”

“It breathtaking Phil you so lucky to live here” she loved old buildings it was like they had characters of their own.

              But she was greatly disappointed by the inside, it was grey and cold. She couldn’t image a child growing up in here in this cold atmosphere. The stairs in front were worn with age but not love. But they have a grand oak finish but have not been polished in years and curve apart half way at the top and leading of upstairs and out of sight and the walls in the house were cream and dull. She knew his grandmother died last year perhaps she could no longer maintain the place. It could look nice here with a little care and love she thinks hopefully.