Temptation

47 - NOAH

Finally, Free! The air is fresh, or as fresh as it can be in LA with all the smokers and the pollution but compared to the jail, it's a hundred times fresher. The hell hole that I've been locked up in for the last 2 months or so—I lost count—drove me fucking crazy. Every free period I had, I'd watch my Madden being harassed by fucking fat bags take photos of her, flashing cameras in her face while she clinged to Hero Tomlin, a fucking Brit who is doing nothing but bad for her. He doesn't know her like I do. She hates attention, every time I gave her attention, she'd cry but this guy comes around and thinks he knows her. I'm going to fucking kill him.

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Hours pass me by in the hotel as I try to plan out my next move. I want to see her—no, I need to see her. Maybe she is craving me as much as I am her. I want to take her by her neck, strangling her and forcing myself in her, like we used to. She was always such a bad girl and I had to teach her a lesson, especially when she acted out. This is Madden, playing games with me, trying to make me jealous with another man. Doesn't she know by now, no one can get between us.

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Ring! Ring!  She must of saw me on the news; our game continues. "Hello Darling," I spit into the phone. "Noah, you escape from prison but manage to keep your phone?" I laugh at her; she knows me better than I thought. "Hid it in my old hotel room, requested this exact room. You should join me?" I want her. I need her. "Come to me. I've waited too long to be with you again." She knows what she wants, and I promise to give her it. "I'm not going to the Brit's fucking house." "He won't be home, but how fun would it be to be caught in his own home, with me?" She wants me!

She gives me an address and a time to meet her then quickly hangs up the phone.

I stay awake all night stirring and eventually get tired of doing nothing; I start packing my essentials in a backpack for my date today. I stuff a box of condoms because it's been months, a gun, matches and a lighter and some extra bullets just in case she starts to be a bad girl.

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3:30PM comes around and I've been fluffing my hair for an hour. Madden finally texts me to come now. The Uber guy is fucking annoying; he won't stop talking to me and I want to take the gun out of the bag and shot him in the head but that would cause me a whole shit load of problems and I'd never make it to Madden; I hold my anger in. When we pull up to the gates, she already has them open, inviting me in. I look around the property and, on the street, down the lane and this isn't a set up. There are no police around, she just wanted to see me. I still remain alert; I never know what will be pulled.

I am sweating and my heart is racing; I haven't seen Madden in months other than on a TV screen. Plus, I want to bang the shit out of her, making her cry.

I knock on the front door of the massive home she resides in. Seconds later, she opens the door. There she stands, her dark hair flows down to her back, her eyes nude like I like them and she's wearing her classic white tee and blue jeans. I want to take her by the neck and push her against the wall to fuck her right here, right now. I resist the urge. She motions her hand for me to come in, closing the door behind me.