Temptation

65 - Madden

At home, I sit on the counter in the bathroom, watching Hero shower. His phone starts vibrating so I pick it up and it says Josephine with a photo of a troll. I laugh at Hero's choice of contact image for her, "Should I answer?" I ask him. He shrugs his shoulders and continues to shampoo his hair. The anger I feel for Josephine for kissing my boyfriend burns inside me and kicks in, "Hello Josephine." Hero opens the shower door, his eyes wide and shampoo sitting in his hair. Hero shakes his head no; he obviously did not expect me to answer the phone. On the other line, Josephine huffs at me, "I thought you left." I laugh at her, "You thought wrong sweetie." I hate myself for my choice of words; I'm engaging in girl drama. "You fucking whore," I put her on speaker phone now so Hero can hear what she has to say, "You really think someone like Hero would ever love someone like you?" Hero shakes his head in disgust. "And what is someone like me?" I ask her. "You are normal but with issues; you drag him into your crazy ex-boyfriend drama, and did I mention that you are way too skinny. You look sick." Hero looks extremely angry, his face red and not from the heat of the shower. I hang up the phone and sorely, she got to me.

Hero takes one foot out of the shower, ready to comfort me but I wave him to go back in and rinse his hair. He ignores my hand gesture and steps out of the shower, wrapping his arms around me and now my clothes are wet. Hero takes me in his arms and carries me into the shower with him, still fully clothed. Under the water, the shampoo in Hero's hair washed out as he kissed me. His kisses bringing a blaze throughout my entire body; his touch above my soaking wet clothes, marginally teasing me.

Tired of these clothes on my body in the shower, I pull off my own shirt, pants and panties then throw them out onto the bathroom floor. My back now facing Hero and he takes the bottle of body wash and squirts soap into his hands. Hero starts washing my back, I can feel the seduction in each movement he makes across my back side. I turn over to kiss him, but instead he drops down to his knees on the shower floor. He looks up at me before placing his head between my legs, biting his bottom lip and I don't even notice when he slips his long fingers inside me. He watches as my head falls back, resting it against the shower wall. The water falls onto his face and he moves his head between my legs. Hero's fingers move inside me and his tongue licks my clit, causing me to moan very loudly. Luckily, we don't live with anyone.

As much as I love the sensation that he is bringing to me, I really really want his cock inside me. I place my hand on his head, stopping him and he looks up to me. "Fuck me," I say. He stands on his feet and points to the ground, "On your knees," he demands. I love when he controls me, it's so seductive. I do as he asks, and am on all fours on the floor, waiting for him. Seconds after, Hero is over me and his cock pushed inside me. He moves his body against mine, thrusting aggressively and smacks my ass. "I love this sight of you," he says to me. "Oh my god..." I moan. Hero makes me feel absolutely amazing. He calls out my name and I know that means that he's ready to let go. "Don't stop!" I'm begging him to keep going, to pound against me but he pulls himself out quickly and spews all over my ass.

* * *

Vera Wang is coming over shortly for my final fitting. It amazes me that these top shelf fashion designers go out of their way and travel just to fit people for dresses for any big event. I've convinced Hero to go out for the day with DJ, giving Mara and I some girl time while we do the final dress details. "Do you know what you are going to do today?" I ask him. "I don't even want to go out but you're forcing me to so—" I remind him that I want him to see the dress for the first time at the MET so that there is a little bit of a surprise then he continues to tell me this isn't a wedding and he can see the dress before the gala. "No one ever said wedding Hero." I'm emphasizing the word wedding to see how Hero will react to even the thought of marriage. His response is a little disappointing, "Never getting married so good thing." It is too soon to talk of weddings with Hero, our relationship really hasn't been very long, almost eight months. I ignore his comment and continue on with my hair.

From downstairs, I can hear Mara's shrill voice calling for us. I quickly flick one last brush of mascara on my eyes and head for the bedroom door. As I pull open the door, Hero's hand comes from behind me and pushes against the door, forcing it shut. "Where do you think you're going beautiful?" I shake my head at him and attempt to open the door again, but the pressure he holds on the door is too strong for me. "Forgetting something baby?" His hand is still pressed against the door and I now lean my back upon it. Hero leans in, tilting his head to the side and I bring myself closer to him. Our lips pressed against each other, moving our heads from side to side, entangling our tongues with one another until there is a knock at the door. Hero groans at the interruption and I lift one finger to his mouth to quiet him. I lift myself off the door and turn back to open it. Hero removes his hand and standing there is Mara, she clears her throat, "Am I intruding?" Hero responds quickly, "Yes." He says, he hides behind me while he pushes down his boner. I shake my head at him and change the response, "No, Hero was just changing." Mara laughs and turns back to go to the main floor. I give Hero a glare as he changes his shirt then leave the room before I get even more tempted.

Before Hero is out of my sight, I take one last look at his body. Hero's naked abs intrigue me to turn back into the room, ripe off my clothes and—Hero is now the one interrupting my moment. "I love you baby," he declares, throwing me off from my sexual thoughts. "I love you too," I say back. Every time I hear those words, I truly think my heart grows one size bigger. He fills me with so much joy that laughter is possible, he puts a smile on my face every day; a smile that disappeared for months and he makes me feel things physically that I cannot contain my want for him when I'm around him. There is not a minute that I do not want to be around him; it's always going to be Hero.

* * *

Vera has me in the dress and even when it's not fitted, I still feel like a princess. She pokes pin and needles in the dress to tighten it in certain areas, Mara drinks a glass of red wine on Hero's white couch which I fear, and I can't help but stare at myself in the mirror. Vera finishes the final pin and stands behind me, all three of us look in the mirror at me and I'm amazed by the woman in the dress. I feel like a whole new person; I feel like I can fit into the celebrity world just for this one night. "I've out down myself with this one," Vera expresses. Mara is at a loss for words and I find myself in tears. Vera hands me a tissue which she apparently always has on her.

I remove the dress with the help of Vera and then the three of us decide to go out for a bite to eat. I send a text to Hero to let him know I'm leaving the house and then change into something a little more formal than my classic sweatpants. Mara called the limo already, "Perks of being a celebrity's manager is free limos!" She exclaims. The limo drives us to the nearest restaurant which happens to be a very crowded one. Because of Vera, we are seated almost immediately, and a few people come up to us asking for an autograph from her but not many. We manage to get through the entire meal before any paparazzi show up but when we try to leave to get to the limo, there is a very large crowd. The crowd does not compare to the ones I've been in with Hero, but still for three women without a bodyguard this will end up being very difficult.

I try to walk out the front door of the restaurant first but as I step one foot out the door, the paparazzi start yelling at me and snapping photos; "Madden Fitz! Where's Hero?" They kept yelling at me for Hero and that's when I realize that they aren't here for Vera Wang, they're here for me. I step back into the restaurant and see Mara is already on the phone, I assume with DJ.