Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 17

Jaden pov

"What the fuck?" I mumbled as I pulled up to the house, seeing another car parked there.

I groaned and got out, realising I'm probably going to have to deal with one of Mads' friends as well as her. As we got in I let Juice off the leash and walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water.

I heard a thump come from above me followed by the faint sound of moaning. I sighed and started making my way upstairs, hoping that she was just watching a movie or something on a high volume.

"Fuck baby." Someone groaned.

"Mads?" I called out as I neared my room.

"Shit. Right there Ryan." She moaned out. Ryan.

"What the fuck Mads?" I shouted as I pushed open the door to see her on her hands and knees with my, supposed friend, behind her.

"Baby?" She questioned as she looked up.

"Ryan. Get the fuck out of my house. And don't you fucking dare come back." I spat as he scrambled to pull his pants up and grab his shirt.

"I'm so sorry ma-"

"Fuck off."

I stared right at Mads as he left the room. She was stood there, not even bothering to get dressed while I felt my anger bubble higher and higher. My foot started tapping rapidly which grabbed her attention.

"Baby, it's not what it looks like." She tried, making me laugh bitterly.

"Oh really? Not what it fucking looks like? Okay, huh. Tell me Mads. What the fuck do you think it looks like?" I asked her as I watched her swallow the lump forming in her throat.

"U-uh. Well from your point of view it probably looks like your friend was just fucking me while you were gone." She answered meekly.

"Mhm, okay good. So you do have common sense. Now I'm curious. What the fuck happened then? Because according to you, it wasn't what it looked like, so what happened?" I grilled as I watched her eyes shift.

"He fell?" She tried.

"He fell. He fell dick first, into my supposed girlfriend. And what the fuck were you doing then? Pretending to be a fucking dog? Well congrats, you nailed the bitch part perfectly. Why the fucking hell do you think I'm going to buy that?" I questioned.

"He... he raped me." She gasped out.

"He. Raped. You?" I repeated, not buying any of it.

"Yeah. He raped me. I was... I was trying to take pictures to send to you. A-and he came in here, uninvited, and started raping me. I was fake moaning to get him to finish faster so it would end. And then you walked in." She rushed out. Lie.

"You know, for an actress, you suck at lying. Don't you fucking dare lie about something as serious as that. Just tell me the fucking truth. You cheated on me Mads, and I want to hear you fucking admit it." I shouted at her as she jumped back surprised.

"Fine. Yeah, I cheated on you. But you cheated on me first." She accused, trying to turn it around to play the victim.

"When? When did I fucking chest on you Madison? Please, I would love to know. And if you fucking say I cheated on you with Liza I swear to god." I argued.

"Well, I had to find someone to make me cum. You haven't touched me for weeks, and I'm bored." She admitted.

"Well, did you get what you want?" I asked.

"No. Because you ruined it for me." She answered as she walked up and pushed her chest against mine. "But you can do it now. You can make me cum." She tried as she trailed her hand from my chest down to just above the button of my jeans.

"I don't want to touch you Madison." I stated as I moved her hand away from me.

"You can't make me cum anyway. I faked everything with you, and your dick is small." She tried to insult me.

"That may be true. But I know you didn't fake it with me." I replied smugly as she rolled her eyes.

"How?"

"Oh babygirl, you can fake the moans, you can fake the leg shakes and the limp. You can fake the back arch. But you can't fake the streams cum that leak out of you uncontrollably by the time I'm finished with you." I laughed as I gripped her chin to look at me.

"Fuck me." She demanded.

"Get dressed Madison. Get dressed, pack your shit, and get the fuck out of my house. You have a fucking hour." I let go of her chin and walked out of the room.

******

"You finally have all of your shit packed?" I asked as she huffed, walking into the kitchen where I was sat on the side.

"Jaden, can we please just talk about this? It was a mistake." She begged as I laughed.

"Trusting you? Yeah you're right. It was a mistake. There's nothing to talk about Mads. I'll walk you to the door." Mainly just to make sure you fucking leave.

"I want Juice." She tried.

"No. I paid for him. For fuck sake Mads, you didn't even fucking notice he had climbed into my car when I left. Don't pretend like you fucking care about my dog." I scoffed.

"I want my dog. Or I'm not leaving." She shrieked as she sat down on the suitcase she had.

"Are you willing to pay me the $2500 dollar I've paid in all of the things he needs alone not including the actual price I paid for him?" I asked her.

"No of course not." She answered.

"Exactly. Now get the fuck go and get out of my house." I spat as I pointed to the door I had opened.

"But Jaden, where am I supposed to go? How am I supposed to get anywhere? This is my home. My car is in the shop. What am I supposed to do here?" She tried to guilt trip me as she fake cried.

"I never asked you to move in with me, so this was never open to be your home. Call an Uber for all I fucking care. You're just some bitch I used to know. Have a nice fucking life Mads." I mumbled as I shut the door in her face.