His voice raising as he continues, "I've never fucking hit you. Don't act like you're afraid me," his hand tightens on my arm.
He isn't wrong, he's never hit me, but I always wonder when he will cross that line, and I've never seen him so angry. He continues shouting, "you will be leaving with me if I have to carry you out of here myself. You may be spreading your legs like a whore, but you forget your pussy belongs to me." By the time he's finished, I'm trembling, but I refuse to cry. And there no doubt the entire house can hear him.
Before he finishes, four men are entering the room. Donovan first, and fast, Dimitri not far behind him, and Rafe and Dominic rounding the corner. All of them shouting for him to get away from me.
Rafe comes to me and wraps me in his arms, Donovan squares off with Jason, and Dimitri and Dominic fall in behind him.
Dimitri moves forward, "Mr. Davidson, I believe it's time you leave my home. You will not speak to Madelyn that way in my presence, or the presence of any of my sons. And she will not be leaving with you."
Jason begins laughing. "Look at this." He faces me, "are you fucking all of them? Must be better than what you give me at home if they are all willing to defend a slut like you." Walking to the door, "you have to come home, Madelyn. Remember that." With that, he's gone. He may have a temper, but even he knows he can't face these men alone.
Rafe let's go of me and he and Dimitri follow Jason out to be sure he left. Donovan's arms are instantly around me and Dominic, stands there looking pissed. "Can I see you two in private?" I nod, and we follow Dominic, with Donovan's arm around me, to his room.
When he shuts the door, "Madelyn, I'm not here to judge you. But how long have you two been sneaking around?"
Donovan let's go of me, "you don't know anything."
Dominic laughs, "big brother, I wanted to defend you both back there, but there was no denying that when you two walked in, you were guilty." He shakes his head. "How serious is this?"
I stop Donovan from replying and answer him myself. "Tonight. It started tonight. Or, things changed tonight, at least."
Donovan doesn't say anything, so Dominic continues with his train of thought. "Madelyn, you can't go home to him. I know you don't know me, but I'm an attorney and it won't be an easy case, because you are involved in an affair, but I can help get you, and your kids, out."
I start crying. "For sixteen years I've hidden his temper. My family has no clue. His family will never believe it. None of our friends see it. Most is even hidden from our kids. No one is going to believe me, Dominic. And even if they did based on you all speaking up tonight, he had just watched his wife walk in after sleeping with another man. You don't have a case."
Dominic sighs, his hand grasping the back of his neck as though he's angry. "We can talk about this more tomorrow. Let's go make sure he's gone."
Donovan grabs my hand as we re-enter the living room. We find Dimitri and Rafe waiting. Dimitri immediately glances at my hand in his sons. I go to pull away, but he holds me tighter, forcing me to yank my hand out of his.
"I'm so sorry, everyone. I lied to him, and I came here carrying on like a single woman with no commitments..."
Dimitri steps forward, "You've done nothing wrong, Madelyn. You're a beautiful woman who wanted a weekend to be a woman. Not someone's wife and someone's mother. No one blames you." He pulls me into his arms with the appearance of a comforting hug. As I return the hug he whispers, "fucking my son in my home? I saw the headlights when you turned in. Tsk tsk, Madelyn. I'll have to punish you for that. I can't stop looking at the picture of your lips around my dick from earlier."
He pulls away, and smiles at his sons as his hand slides low on my back. Donovan's eyes glued to his fathers hand. "We have work to do and it's close to midnight. We have an early start tomorrow, everyone take a few to refresh and let's reconvene upstairs."
There was no hesitation, we all moved. Dimitri heading up to the office. Rafe and Dominic grabbing the dessert bag and unpacking it in the kitchen, and Donovan pulling me to his room. As soon as he has me inside, he has his arms around me, kissing me. Pulling back, "tell me what he said to you, baby." I bite my lip. "Sweetheart, he held you far too long, I know he said something to you."
I swallow hard, "He said he's going to punish me for fucking you in his house."
He begins to move toward the door, when I stop him. "Donovan, no! Please. He has a photo."
His brow furrowing? "What?"
I don't know how to say it except to just say it. "He took a photo of me, let's just say in a compromising position, before dinner tonight. I didn't know he was taking it."
I'm back in his arms, held tightly against him. "We are going to get through this, Maddie. Let's go upstairs."
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Sleeping with My Boss (and his son?)
RomanceThis is the story of a woman being challenged to sexually try more than she ever has before.