Temptation

58 - Hero

Madden is very unimpressed with the alarm that goes off at 8:30AM. I force her out of bed and into the shower with me and the entire time she complains about how early it is. For me, the late nights and early mornings has been a routine I've lived for so long but for Madden, it is all too new and she tends to be very cranky with lack of sleep.

While we are brushing our teeth, there is a knock at the door and I already know it's the hair, makeup and stylist. Unfortunately, for interviews I need to look my very best in order to promote the movie; because apparently my every day look is not professional enough for a tour. Madden on the other hand, does not need an entire squad of people to help her look good. Instead, she does her own makeup, hair and dresses herself in a beautiful white summer dress in the time that it takes my hair to get down.

They tend to push my hair to the side and forcing it to stay in place; even though I would choose to just let it be and have it messy—but again, that is not my very best. Madden sits with me as my makeup artist throws powder on my face in order to hide the blemishes and she even covers up the hickey Madden left on my neck from a few nights ago. When my stylist is picking my clothes, this becomes the longest part of the process because I like black and everything she likes is colourful; eventually we always settle on black because there is no bloody way, I'll be wearing any fucking pink.

This time is different. Madden becomes bored of sitting around waiting, so she aimlessly searches the clothes that the stylist has on the rack and in her search, she finds something that I'd actually wear: a white mock turtleneck with a black bomber jacket, black pants that are slightly more casual than dress pants and a pair of black boots. She lifts the clothes to show me and the stylist, who seems very annoyed. "Why do I pay a stylist when I have you?" She shrugs at my question, trying not to insult the stylist who had picked out a purple dress shirt with a white jacket and black pants. Honestly, I am questioning why I pay this woman. The woman I pay seems insulted that I've chosen to wear Madden's outfit over her own, but I don't really care for her feelings.

Madden knows me and she gets me. I've been working with this stylist since I was eleven and I've dated Madden for a few months now, yet Madden understands me better than anyone in my life. I have relationships with people that I've known for years and still, Madden knows me best. I've been able to open up my heart to this woman but also, she broke down the barriers inside. I am not a man of honour or bravery; I am a man a pain and anger, but this woman is all the good a man like me could ever want; a goodness I know I do not deserve.

There's a knock at the door while I am in the middle of getting my outfit on; Madden steps into the other room to see who is there. I can hear Madden in the next room speaking to the person at the door, "What are you doing here?" She questions. As soon as I hear the voice, I know Josephine is at the door. "It happens to be my movie as well. Unfortunately, Hero and I need to go to this interview together." Madden walks away, leaving the door open for Josephine to enter. I join the two women; both are annoyed with the sight of each other and no words exchanged. I never thought Josephine would turn on me especially since she acted like she was a fucking ray of sunshine all the fucking time. Now, it's impossible for me to see her as someone other than a bitch who tried to ruin the positive one thing that I have. Her face makes me want to vomit, her voice makes me want to cover my ears and each word that leaves her damned mouth comes out as ignorant—bloody hell, I hate this woman.

Madden and I sit on one side of the limo, cozying up together, while across from us, Josephine sits, alone. Her so called girlfriend didn't even have the decency to keep her company on tour. In spite of Josephine, Madden is making our relationship slightly more obvious by kissing me on the cheek, or a kiss with the slip of tongue and holding my hand. For me, this is fucking awesome. I'm sitting here, in the back of the limo, basically one step away from having sex with my extremely seductive girl and I am going mad trying to keep my boner hidden. I almost forget Josephine is sitting across from us, but she makes her distaste known when she loudly clears her throat.