Temptation

75 - Hero

Morning is here and I wake up on the couch in my living room, to three Jonas Brothers lying on the floor below me. I step over the sleeping beauties and get myself a coffee, Gatorade and an aspirin for my hangover. I don't even remember half the shit that happened last night but, I'm in my own home so nothing that bad could have happened. The one thing I do remember is talking to Madden before things go too crazy and even then, I was still smashed. I hope I didn't say anything stupid. After hanging up on Madden, we went to beer pong and from there, it's all a blur. I make sure there is enough coffee for my guests—or the people forced on me—when they wake up and pour each of them a cup. I don't even offer them breakfast, instead Kevin suggests meet our woman and grab some brunch. As much as I wanted Madden to have some time with other girls, I do not hesitate to agree with Kevin because I've missed the hell out of her.

We all meet at the restaurant, where each one of us greets our woman with a kiss. Unlike the rest of them, I kiss Madden on the cheek, whereas they embrace in a long, passionate kiss. I can't wait to give my girl more than peak on the cheek when we get home today. I will do very little PDA and I'm sure Madden was hoping for some sort of greeting like the others beside her, but that's just one thing I cannot do.

DJ welcomes us at the restaurant after breakfast, along with the Jonas Brothers' team of bodyguards. DJ is officially back on the job and I couldn't be happier to have him back. All my other guys are good, but DJ is the biggest and I'd say scariest one out of all of them so he does the most damage. DJ shakes my hand and shares a smile with Madden. Before we leave the restaurant, we all say our goodbyes; the women are more heartfelt by sharing hugs and kisses on each other's cheeks whereas us men, shake each other's hand. Sophie says something to Madden about a BBQ which I choose to ignore and then we make our way out of the restaurant one at a time. We are the last ones to leave; the crowd is vast, and we struggle to get to the SUV. Paparazzi and fans pull at us, but I make sure to keep a tight hold onto Madden's hand. As DJ gets the door open for us to go into the car, a paparazzi pulls at Maddens arm, jerking both her and I back. I've never seen Madden so mad in my life. Her face turned pale out of fear but quickly went a bright shade of red, showing her anger. She turns to the man who tugged at her and next thing I know, her hand is planted against the side of his face and very loudly. The entire crowd goes dead silent after hearing the smack that hit this poor man's face. Not poor because he didn't deserve it because he did, and if it wasn't Madden who hit him, it sure as hell would have been me. He looks straight into her eyes and she says to him, in front of hundreds of people, "Don't fucking touch me." I am trying to remain dense in my emotions, trying to hide the fucking exhilaration I am feeling in this moment. Instead of laughing in this guy's face and making the situation worse, I take Madden by her hips and lift her into the car behind us. I jump into the seat beside her and DJ drives off as quickly as he possibly could. The man that Madden smacked raises his middle finger as we drive off.

Madden turns to me after a few minutes of silence, "Oh my god...did I just do that?" I now let go of my laughter, and both DJ and I find ourselves in an uncontrollable cackle. Madden places one hand over her mouth and the other on my thigh, "Hero!" She says with shock. Clearly, the adrenaline she was feeling when she bitch slapped that paparazzi in the face has now evaporated and she's feeling guilty for her actions. I stop my laughter, "Baby, that was amazing!" She looks down to her feet, her cheeks blush due to the lack of guilt I have for the man. I'm more amazed at her and surprised than anything, but also, I am seriously turned on.

In reality, I know we are going to have to beat this shit before this guy makes a big deal out of it, so I start preparing her for what she needs to do. The whole way home, she comes up with an apology that she will have to release on all social media platforms, including an Instagram live story. I can't say I blame her because I've committed that same action once or twice before. I was in Vegas and a pap jumped on my back—scared the shit out of me—and I reacted like any normal person would by turning around and knocking this guy out on his ass.

The way that celebrity life goes, is that even if we react the same way as any normal person would if they were in our shoes, the spotlight forces us to look bad and because of this we need to apologize. We need to be the models and apparently have no problems in our lives; we need to be seen as perfect and if we do something the resembles something of faulty or defective, then our entire careers are on the line. Madden shouldn't have to apologize but because of me, she needs to.