Temptation

54 - Hero

Madden puts on black jeans and a black Drew crew neck with white All Birds, "One, you are stealing my look and two, you are going to regret white shoes," I say to her. She looks down at her feet than back to my face, "But it's not raining?" "Just because it is not raining, does not mean it won't rain. Trust me." I raise my eyebrow at her, and she then slips on her black vans. I tell her that we will go out and get some fancy rain boots for her because she left her Hunter boots in LA; ironically, she is the most organized yet forgetful person I know.

Madden is a movie fanatic and she relates her life experiences or wants to movies. Because she has never traveled around the world, there are so many things that she has imagined herself doing and she does this through movies. She imagines that our tourist moments will be exactly like a romantic movie montage; as if we go from stop to stop as quickly as possible when in reality, we are walking from stop to stop and I know that she will be complaining about her feet before the day is done. When we reach Big Ben, she of course chooses a Tom Holland movie to relate to her travels, "I imagined that it would be much more interesting but...it's just a big clock." She's cute and her words make me fantasize the words I wish she said—big cock—so of course, I sexualize them. "Big cock," I follow with a wink. She playfully elbows my arm and then turns her head at my sexual innuendo. We continue to take a few photos of the spot, some with Madden, some with the two of us and some with the scenery. The entire time we are here, people do not bother us; there are a few people starring but I can handle the gazes, it's when people start to bother us when we are just trying to enjoy our time that really gets me.

Our next stop is lunch. We find a small café where Madden gets a cappuccino and a sandwich, I have a burger and a black coffee. The café is historian-like, the walls covered in history of London which only brings more curiosity to Madden's mind. She scans the walls with portraits of people and declarations, diplomas, etc. and questions me about the history of London; fortunately, I know enough to satisfy her but realistically, my history is rough. "For some reason, this reminds me of the Leaky Cauldron in the Harry Potter movies." Madden is a huge fan of Harry Potter, and I wish I could introduce her to Daniel Radcliff, but he and I are not on good terms. London actor drama. She makes me laugh because many things in London will remind her of Harry Potter because the movies have filmed her and even in the novels, JK Rowling describes the scenery exactly as it is in London. We finish off our small meal, and pay the cheque and before we leave, our waitress is polite in asking me for my autograph. I do not deny her; it is hard to deny people who serve me but when we leave, I emit my annoyance, "What a load!" Madden does not acknowledge my mood because she was already aware of it and it helps when she ignores me when I am like this, because it forces me to ignore it as well.

After lunch, we walk the Westminster Bridge where Madden and I have an older couple take a photo of us. I always say I hate pictures because there are always cameras in my face, but with Madden, I don't mind taking the photos because these are moments I want to cherish forever; with her. Minutes after the photo is taken, I get a notification on Instagram. It's a follow request from madds_f; I look up to my girl, "Instagram?" "I figure it's about time I join social media." I accept her request and she asks if it would be alright if she posted the photo we just took. "I'm happy for you to share a photo of us to the world baby!" It's true; when I was with Alexis, I was all about keeping it a secret because it wasn't real and I actually hated her but with Madden, it's very veryreal. Madden posts the picture with us, and as I am her first follower, she receives hundreds requests immediately. I take her phone from her and accept the requests she's receiving from the people that I know and the people that I trust. She is new to this world and trusts me to accept only the people I know will not be harmful to her whereas the rest seem to be fans or old dudes. I refuse to have fans follow her because there are some that will be accepting of our relationship, but others will be hurtful; that just how things are. I've seen many comments on my own Instagram and I have yet to post any photos with Madden but because they are aware of her, they will bring her up in the comments, His new girlfriend in a nobody! She isn't even good for him *throw up emoji*, and I don't need those comments slipping into her own Instagram. Within minutes, Madden's post has hundreds of likes and too many comments to keep up. She is experiencing the reaction every celebrity receives on social media every single post that they make, whether it is Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook.

Our last stop is a shoe store so Madden can get a pair of rain boots. She sticks to what she knows and get Chelsea Hunter Boots, but I convince her to get red ones because she has black ones in LA. After all the walking we did, Madden is complaining about her sore feet—which I theorized—so I call an Uber to pick us up, which gives her time to go to the store next door and she finds herself an army coat that she just has to buy. Thankfully, the Uber shows up before we can get to another store.

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A week in London, Madden has not gotten tired of the rain and she still is acting like a tourist. We've visited a few more spots over the week and there has been little acknowledgement of us. Mara called me earlier in the week to set up Vogue photoshoot and the Vogue people want Madden to join me on the cover while also indulging them in a 'couple's interview'. To my own shock, Madden agreed to do that with me today, but we've requested that her body be covered by clothing or myself because she does not want to advocate Anorexia to anyone. We wake up at 7AM, much earlier than we have all week. Madden is stressing about what to wear to this photoshoot and after an exhausting back and forth, I manage to convince Madden to only wear sweatpants only because they will have people there to dress her up. We drive to the photoshoot, which is taking place in a small warehouse that they've set up with cameras, computers and all this photoshoot bullshit.

The photographer introduces herself to us; her hair is black and tied into a messy bun. She's wearing cargo pants and a black shirt and if I were the old me, I'd totally fuck this girl but I'm not that guy anymore and I don't even give her a second look. The hair and makeup crew take Madden while I am forced to go through some of the poses to ensure that I approve them. They want us to be basically naked for most of these photos which I know Madden agreed to do but I also want to confirm it with her once more. I also feel slight jealously that people around the world will be seeing her nude body. I walk over to see Madden, her hair is perfectly straight, and they've added a light shade of brown eyeshadow to compliment her eyes, along with mascara to enhance her eyelashes. "Beautiful as always," I say to her as I place a kiss on her cheek. I bring up the nude photographs and I promise her that I will cover her up with my body and that she will be wearing underwear, as will I. She agrees to do it and I'm shocked that she's willing, "You sure?" "It'll be fun; a tease."

The photographer takes multiple photos of us, I even get to have Madden's nude chest pressed against me and it turns me on. I whisper in her ear, "I want you bad." She giggles at me. She was right, this is a tease. After a few more nude images, they dress Madden in a tight white dress and I am shirtless, wearing black dress pants.People are going to think we are married from this image. Our last set of photos is Madden wearing a white dress shirt that is meant to be mine, a black lacey bra and black lacey panties; this is the natural Madden when we are at home and I am in black boxers. They hairdressers make our hair look as if we just finished a long night of loving each other while also making it look good. After we finish off these photos, we are put back into our clothes that we came here in and Madden ties her hair up and we follow the interviewer into a room set up with chairs and water. The Vogue people have always been good when interviewing and I am aware that Vogue likes to pry for more personal information but if we choose not to give them any, they do not harass us for more. As the short man, with a long black beard asks us questions, I am more prone to answer then Madden and he tries to ask Madden specifically about her past, but she just nods her head to say that she will not be answering these questions. Once the interview is done, the short man shakes both our hands and we move on with the rest of our day. 5 hours spent in a warehouse getting photographed and questioned is enough to tire me out, but Madden is energized from it, "I want to meet some of your old friends here in London." She is referring to the non-celebrity friends; the friends I haven't spoken much to since I dropped drugs but when I do come to London, I visit them.