Temptation 2

27 - hero

The last few weeks have been madness. Madden's been keeping herself occupied at Tom's house hunting. We go look at a few houses, but after two weeks, we gave up and realized we weren't going to find the 'perfect' home out there; "These houses just feel like other people, not us," Madden kept saying. That's when we decided that London is the best that we both love most and so, we found a large piece of land; very private. Now, here I am sitting in Tom's kitchen, going over the house design. Madden has made it clear what is required in the home:

1. A basement

2. A loft

3. An office

4. A fireplace in the basement, living room and in the master bathroom (for aesthetic)

5. Only two guest bedrooms up on the top floor, and an extra one in the basement

6. A gym/pool house

7. Pot filler

The only thing I really require is a reading room for her. Whether she uses it to read, grow plants, write, or whatever, I want her to have a place in the home where she can escape to. Madden doesn't really care where things are placed in the home if it makes sense. She sighs beside me as I continue to go over the details with the contractor. I stop Billy for a second and turn to face Madden beside me, "Why don't you get your swimsuit on, jump in the pool and tan for a bit while I finish this up?" She tries to hide her excitement and nods in agreement then jumps from the chair, walking out of the room quickly. As soon as she's out of sight, I hear her little footsteps running across the hardwood floor. We continue drawing out the floor plan and then he tells me that he will contact me after they dig the hole. All I ask of him is to keep me updated and we're paying a premium to make this their only job, so that we can get out of Tom's place soon.

Tom's been generous enough to let us stay, but I feel awkward as fuck living in this house. I never liked living with friends, or even family—the only exception being Madden—only because I like my personal space. With mom, she was always trying to get me to do these stupid fucking acting method classes and when we were at home, I'd always have to show her what I learned, and then we'd practice until it was bedtime. There were some days, where she'd find an acting class during the school day and pull me out of school. Mum was desperate to get me into the world where I can earn enough money to feed her addiction until the day she died. Being with Tom is not like being with my mother, obviously he isn't forcing me to go out in the world and do shit I didn't want to do, but he's always around. There was that one-night weeks ago when he went out Zendaya and every night since, he's been at the house. I don't mind Madden having the company when I'm gone hours out of the day working on set, but when I get home or have a free day off, I just wish I could tell him to buzz off—but, this isn't my home, so I must keep my mouth shut.

After I walk out the contractor and then head back into the kitchen, I see Tom starring out the windows, looking at Madden. I walk up behind him and nudge his shoulder, "If you're going to be staring at my girl, half naked, the least you could do is be a little subtle about it." He shrugs his shoulders and turns around to face me. He's a little too close for my liking, so I take a small step back. "Zendaya's coming over tonight." I raise an eyebrow at him, "You two together?" I just get another shrug and I can see the blush in his cheeks. "You want Madden and I to scram?" He shakes his head no, "Actually, I think Madden and Zen would get along great. Plus, to take the pressure off, I said you two would be joining us." I laugh at him. He can't be seriously using Madden and I as a pawn during their date. I say whatever, tell him to stop staring at Madden and slide open the doors.

I sit down on the lawn chair beside Madden and pull off my shirt. I'm left in my black sweat shorts and a backwards baseball cap. I take the cap off and throw it on the table beside me then lay down. Madden instantly grabs the sunscreen beside her and hands it to me. I try to tell her no but then she talks about how pale I am and that if I burn then I won't be able to have sex with her and that gets me slathering the sunscreen everywhere. Madden helps me with my back, then I help her with her's. We both sit out there for a little while, until I feel like my balls are going to melt off. I stand up silently and grab Madden from the chair. She freaks out and starts wailing her body around because she knows what's next. "Hero, I swear to god if you throw me in this damn po—" Madden's thrown in the air and lands in a cannonball into the pool. When she rises from the water, she wipes her eyes and moves the hair sticking to her face. She's got this angry but super adorable look in her eyes that makes me laugh. "Ooops..." I say, not so innocently. Madden swim over to the edge and reaches her arm out to me to help her out. I should have seen it coming, but I got lost in the depth of her eyes; when I grab Madden's hand, she pulls me into the water, and I fall in beside her. I break through the surface of the water, taking in a deep breath just as Madden lips find mine. I breath in her air, and pour tongues play a friendly war against each other. Just as Madden wraps her arms around me, I hear Tom's stupid voice. "Get a room. Preferably before Zendaya gets here," he pauses, looks at his watch, "in ten minutes." Madden removes her legs from mine and we both manage to get out of the pool without mauling each other. Tom is setting up the kitchen while Madden and I hop into the shower, together. I scrub soap all over Madden, and she quickly rinses off and gets out. She dries off while I take my time in the shower and throws on a black lace see-through bralette and a black thong. She starts to blow dry her hair and plays some music through her Bluetooth speaker. I watch her hips sway as she runs the blow dryer through her hair and get slightly distracted. Once she's done, so turns to me, tells me to hurry up and then runs out of the bathroom. I wash myself and get of the shower. I barely am dried off when Madden comes back into the bathroom wearing the sexiest little black dress. I drop the towel to the floor and press myself against her back. She's trying to braid the front pieces of her hair when my dick springs to life against. "We can't," she half laughs, half sighs, and bits down on her bottom lip. "Later," I say and step back from her, collecting my towel and myself. I walk out to the bedroom, to find Madden's so generously laid out an outfit for me on the bed. Black trousers with a white polo shirt and a vintage black Nike hoodie. I pull on a pair of bright pink boxers and the outfit, followed by a pair of white socks and Travis Scott dunks. Madden comes out from the bathroom, her hair done and her white glittery eyeshadow. "You look so hot," she says. I go over to her, kiss her lips gently and take her finger and spin her around. "So do you." She grabs a pair of black heels and then we both head downstairs.