Temptation

25 - Madden

I felt his touch inside me, his long finger making movements, pleasuring me and causing me to moan. His touch is gentle unlike what I had before. Every time Noah touched me it was either to abuse me or to force himself upon me.

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Hero is on his knees begging me to go to my apartment to start packing up my things. I tell him that we can go after I shower; my panties are a little wet at the moment. He starts to follow me to the shower, and I push him out so I can have a little time to myself. I sit on the floor of the shower and I reminisce on how my life got here. A year ago, I was being tortured by another man, I had a family and now I find myself in love with a celebrity and I'm moving into his home, in LA. I love him or I'm at least falling in love with him. This realization just makes all of this more real.

As I rinse my chest, I can see the bruises he's left on me, bruises that do not cause me pain but bruises that mark what's his. I'm his and he's mine. I run my finger down my stomach and to my thigh, reminding myself of his touch. The water runs cold as I've been sitting here for too long. I stand up and turn the shower off. As I'm drying myself off, Hero knocks at the door and comes in. He can see the expression on my face, "You're regretting it." I turn to him, towel wrapped around my body, "No, I don't regret any of it. I just, I need to know—" He looks at me waiting for more of an explanation, "How do you feel about me?" The expression is puzzled; he picks me up, cradling me like a baby and brings me to the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and removes all his clothes, then removes my towel. "There. Now we are both vulnerable." He says. He lays his naked body over me, rest his body on his elbow so he doesn't put too much weight on me. He looks me straight in the eyes and he speaks words that most definitely freak him out. "I am consumed by you in all ways that are good. I didn't laugh, I didn't smile and I sure as hell did not give a fuck about anyone. Your beauty is within your personality, your pain and fuck it—I'm falling for you. I'm falling in love with you." He waits for rejection and instead I take his face, squishing his cheeks and bring his lips to close to mine. Before kissing him, I whisper to him, "I'm falling in love with you." Without any hesitation, he plants his mouth on me, our naked bodies against each other's. The heat in the room is elevated. As much as I want to continue this, I stop us from going any further. I ask him if we can go to the apartment and grab all my things, "I want to leave tomorrow." I tell him. The anticipation of moving to LA is exciting yet scary and if I let it sit for any longer, my conscious may change my mind.

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At my apartment, DJ and Mara come to help us pack some things. Each of them carrying arm fulls of empty boxes. We only pack what I really need, so clothes, my laptop, some pillows, some towels and photo albums. While Mara and I pack, Hero books flights for the two of us for the morning. DJ and Hero talk of a plan to make sure that I'm not spotted when we arrive in LA, so they have to call in reinforcements to meet us in LA. I go to my bedroom and I open my laptop before packing it away. I start writing an email to the Witness Protection Program advisor that I refer to.

Dear Janice,

I am writing you to inform you that I will no longer need the services of this program. I understand that Noah Wellman is still loose and that you are working every day to find him, and I ask that you still do this, but I need to be able to move on with my life and I need to not be afraid anymore.

Thank you for all the help and all the protection.

Madden Fitz 

Tears fall from my eyes, and I don't even notice that Hero entered the room. I hit send on the email and close the laptop, he comes over to me and wraps his arm around my shoulders. He doesn't ask anything; he just sits with me. I've cried too many times in front of him. After minutes of me trying to control my sobbing, I have it handled, and we join Mara and DJ in the living room. Mara pulls out a bottle of wine from her bag and grabs some cups from the cupboards.

She pours herself a cup, offering some to DJ but he denies it saying he has to drive. She hands me a full cup without even asking me and doesn't bother offering any to Hero. Mara must not like when Hero drinks because Hero had a glass with when we had a spaghetti dinner.

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Mara and DJ left us on at 2AM. Hero and I worked hard to get everything packed up while Hero had his people pack his stuff and send them to LA already. Meanwhile, the two of us have been up all night packing things.

Hero manage to get our flight to be early enough that there wouldn't be a lot of people at the airport. Hero gave me one of his black sweaters to cover myself and lets me wear his ray bans, "Cute," he winks. DJ and Mara leave the SUV, getting some airport staff to help us with all of my stuff, while Hero and I wait patiently with the support of Luke and Markus standing outside the car. Luke taps twice on Hero's window signalling Hero. He takes hold of my hand, "Paparazzi are here." So that's what the signal is. "The sweater will cover your face and I'm going to hold onto you. Do not let go of my hand. Luke, Markus and DJ will cover us." He kisses my hand, "Do you trust me?" I nod my head because I do trust him. Hero taps back on the window and Luke opens the door. Luke holds the door open for us to come out.

Hero jumps out first and holds his hand out for me to follow. I slide out and grab hold of his hand. His grip is tight, "Are you ready?" I give him a nod. Markus on his Left, Luke covering his back and his right and DJ in front. Hero's hand still holding mine, keeping me close behind him and Mara on his right. The paparazzi start crowding, the airport staff trying to tame them but there are too many. I hold the hood over my head while we push through the crowd and DJ shouts at them to step back. Fans start storming when they realize who's in this cluster of people. The screams from the fans grow louder as they get closer and the paparazzi shouting at us, "Hero. Who's the girl? Is she your girlfriend?"

Two paparazzi break through behind us and hell breaks loose.