Temptation

28 - Hero

Madden and I are left in the house alone. I've reserved an entire restaurant for the two of us at Cavatina for 7PM, so we have 6 hours until then.

"Shower?" I ask her, hoping she'd like to join me, and she nods in agreement. I lead her to the master bath where I don't even bother closing the door behind us. I remove the blue sweater from her body and pull down her jeans. When I'm removing her jeans, I see the scuff marks on her knees from the airport in Vancouver and instantly feel guilt. I straighten myself up to face her, "I'm okay." She tells me for what she probably feels like is the hundredth time. She removes my shirt and struggles to unbutton my jeans. Frustrated with her, I unbutton them and let her slowly unzip my jeans, teasing me in the most innocent way. Both of us, just wearing our underwear, I remove her purple thong and watch it fall to the floor then I remove my boxers. I smack her little ass and point to the shower demanding that she goes in. She obeys me and I follow after her. Her brown hair falls longer along her back and looks black when it's wet; I take the only shampoo I have in here and I squirt some in my hand. I motion my hand to tell her to turn around, and I scrub the shampoo in her hair. While she rinses the shampoo off, I wash my own hair. She takes the body wash I have and starts applying it to my chest and my arms. She can feel all my muscles in my body as she caresses the soap onto my skin.

Madden massages the soap onto the muscles of my torso, and I'm hypnotized by her beautiful eyes staring down at my cock. Her little hand clenches my shaft, moving her hand up and down. My cock stiffens by her touch and she has my body paralyzed by her actions. Her eyes meet mine while she jerks me faster and faster. She bites her bottom lip then sticks out the tip of her tongue, never withdrawing eye contact. My moans are deeper, and my breathing is exhilarated. The water falling onto both of us and her hand still clenching my cock, she stands on her tip toes to reach my ear, "I want you, all of you." The words mixed with her hand moving itself along me has me releasing myself in the shower, the cum hitting her little stomach, covering her hand and falling down the shower drain.

* * *

"Madden, I'll meet you at the front door!" I yell through the locked bathroom door. She's been in there for over an hour getting ready and we need to leave in less than 5 minutes. I have my shoes on and I have my suit jacket tossed over my shoulder; looking out the window I can see the blacked-out limo pulling up through the gate. I finally hear her heels clicking down the steps and turn to see her. I think my eyes popped out of my head at the sight of her in that dress. It fits her perfectly and is flattering to her body. When she meets me at the door she asks, "Do I look okay?" I take one last look at her; her hair is curled just slightly so that the waves fall perfectly, her eyes framed with a small black line of eye liner, a shade of brown eyeshadow and her lashes lifted with mascara. Her legs looking extra sexy because of the black heels and that slit in the dress makes me want to take her back upstairs to our bed. No words come to my mouth, just some drool falling from the side and I manage to give her a nod to say that yes, she does look 'okay'. I hand her my ray-bans and she slips them on, "Now I look perfect," she giggles. Before I take her hand to leave, I have DJ come into the house to get a picture of us. I'm not huge on personal pictures, but I need to savour this moment forever.

In the white hallway, I take her by her waist and hold her in front of me. She turns her head to face me and gives me a smile—click—and kisses me—click. I take my phone from DJ to see that he got two really good pictures of us and we look really fucking good together.

I hold the door open of the limo for my girl and then follow her inside. I can see the eyes Luke, Markus and Adam are giving Madden and I kick all three of them in the shin. They take the hint and Madden nudges my arm telling me to relax. DJ sits beside me in the limo discussing how we will get in and out of the restaurant without being noticed. Both DJ and I know that going without being noticed will not happen so we agree that Madden will walk in front of me and the four bodyguards will keep very close without allowing any space for anyone to get through to either of us.

We pull up to the front of the restaurant and there is already a crowd of paparazzi waiting for us. The restaurant was good to set up line barriers in order to maintain the paparazzi. All four bodyguards leave the limo before Madden and me; I take her hand in mine and I promise her that this time I will not let her go. Her trust in me is real, it is so real that she moved to fucking LA with me. DJ opens the limo door and Madden exists first. Her hand covering some of her face with the help of the ray-bans and I follow, keeping her hand in mine. The camera flashes are blinding, and I should have gotten myself an extra pair of sunglasses but anything to make sure my girl is safe.

The bodyguards maintain their protection until we reach the door of the restaurant. Once we are in the restaurant, the staff locks the door behind us, and all four bodyguards remain outside the doors. Once we are safe from any cameras and are seated at our lonely table in the middle of the dining hall, Madden removes the sunglasses. She looks around and sees that no one else is dining here tonight, "You rented the whole restaurant?" She seems shocked. "Babe, I promised I'd keep you safe and this is nothing big." It's not big for me, this is just a small expense that I can afford, and she may think this is so much right now, but she has so much more coming for her.

I have loads of fucking money. Money that finances my homes, food and bills but even after all that, I have a shite tone left over. I never had anyone to spend it on and now being able to have someone who doesn't even want that from me, makes me want to give her so much more. My mum made me broke very young, but once I had control over my own money, I saved every pound I earned, and I haven't stopped working since I was nine years old. I have a lifetime of savings. Madden, this woman who sits with me tonight and the woman I get to share my bed with from now on brings me happiness and no amount of money can pay her back for that, but I will spoil her because she deserves it.

* * *

Madden orders the calamarata pasta and I order 16 oz prime NY steak. The waitress also brings us their best white wine and pours each of us a glass. While we wait for our meal, Madden asks me what the plan will be for tomorrow. Since we've met, we've been living in our own world, hiding from many people. I tell her that I have a meeting with the Ever After movie crew at 7AM but after that I'm all her's. I suggest to her that we go site seeing because she has never been to LA and she agrees, "As long as we can wear some fun disguises." Fun disguises is our compromise. When the meal arrives, she takes in the scent of her food, telling me that she has never smelt anything so good but then corrects herself, "Actually, my favourite scent is you." She cringes at her words, but I just laugh it off.

Madden is not able to finish off her plate and gives me the rest to finish off for her. I am proud that she did eat a large portion of it; large for her at least, and I will never turn down food. I offer her desert, but she looks at me like I'm a crazy person, so I thank the waitress and ask for the bill. I send a text to DJ to let him know that I am paying and to be ready for us. Madden reaches to check the bill after I paid and I swipe it from her before she can see, telling her that there is no way she will ever see a bill when we go out. She gives me a sarcastic eye roll. "Thank you for joining me for dinner tonight. I really do love that dress on you." Her cheeks brighten. "I didn't have much of a choice," she claps back. My phone buzzes on the table and I check to see that DJ is calling. I excuse myself from Madden and answer the phone. DJ is shouting at me because of how loud it is, and he is telling me that there will be no way to get Madden out of here without being caught.

I remain calm and turn to my girl sitting in front of me. I know she can see the concern on my face, and I know I'm doing a shit job at hiding it. DJ hangs the phone up and I explain to Madden what's going on. Worry tears fill her eyes, but she holds onto them before they can fall and ruin her makeup. "So, what now?" She asks.