by Daya Daniels
Ty brushed a lock of my hair behind my ears, stooping down next to me. “Everything in this room screams you,” he said making me laugh.
“I missed this place, so much,” I said, leaning into his shoulder while he cradled me against him.
“I’m proud of you, Mads, for coming here. It took a lot of guts.”
I sniffled, still looking over the pink jewelry box. “I always wondered how different things would be for me, if I stayed and went off to Juilliard.”
He ran his fingers through my hair. “Your life can be whatever you want it, Mads, even now.”
“You’re right, just sometimes I regret a lot of things, Ty, that I can’t change. I’ve felt like such a disappointment since I left here, you know,” I said sniffling. “That was a large part of why I didn’t come back. I was nothing to be proud of.
“Then after Dominic left, I couldn’t show up on my parents’ doorstep with five kids. It wouldn’t have been fair to them.”
“Oh, Mads. Things will be different now.”
“I know and I have you to thank for that,” I said, pressing my face into Ty’s neck, inhaling the crisp scent of his cologne.
“I’m glad I could help.”
“You’ve done more than help, Ty,” I said, looking into his brown eyes. “You’ve changed my life...our lives and I can’t thank you enough for that.”
Ty gave me a shy smile. “Maybe you’ve changed mine,” he whispered.
Madison
“Good morning,” the blond-haired woman said in monotone when I opened the door.
It was just after ten o’clock. Everyone had already left, including Nora. I’d already begun unpacking Christmas decorations for tonight, so the kids could decorate the eight-foot balsam fir tree in the den.
“Good morning,” I replied, looking around outside, noticing the candy apple red Porsche parked in our driveway.
“Diana,” she said, extending her arm for a handshake without a real smile.
“Oh,” I breathed out, taking her clammy hand in mine and shaking it a few times. “You’re Ty’s mom.”
“Yes,” she said in a clipped tone, stepping forward into the foyer. “Madison, it is, right?”
“Yes.”
Diana was pretty. She was slim and tall, with nearly platinum-blond hair that was in a complicated updo and she had blue eyes that never seemed to blink. She stood in a three-piece navy skirt suit, like she was going to a business dinner. I knew she didn’t work, so I didn’t understand why on earth she was dressed that way. She scanned what she could see of the house and then peered into the kitchen, where a pot of boiling water was on the stove. Without asking, she sauntered off into the room while I followed.
“Does Ty live here?” She spun around to look me over.
“Sometimes.”
“Oh, it’s nice. He bought this place for you.” Her eyes narrowed with the statement.
“Yes.”
“And your children?”
“Yes.”
“How many of them are there exactly?”
“Five.”
“Five,” she repeated and clucked her tongue. “How old are they?”
“Dylan is eleven. Mason and Sam are nine. Carter is seven and Kacey is five.”
“Kacey is a boy or girl?”
“A girl,” I said.
“Four boys and a girl,” she whispered to herself as if she was just letting the information sink in.
“Yes.”
“Five kids and you look like this,” she blatantly pointed out allowing her eyes to rove over the capri sweats and half-top I was wearing that exposed my stomach.
Then she did that annoying humming thing after she spoke.
She made her way over to the Christmas tree in the den. The clacking of her heels echoed through the room, each time she stepped forward across the wooden floors in her four-inch heels.
“This is pretty.” She fiddled with a branch and sniffed it.
“And you work at a car wash now?”
“Yes, a few days a week.”
“Oh.”
“I plan to go to UArts.”
She stiffened looking me over again. “Which Ty is paying for?”
I knotted my brows looking at her. “Yes, which Ty is paying for.”
“For dancing?”
“Yes, I am a dancer.”
“A stripper?” she said slowly, not even attempting to hide the disgust in her tone.
“I used to be a stripper but now I’m not.”
“Well, thank God for that,” she scoffed. “I assume my son made you quit.”
When I opened my mouth again, she spoke.
“Look, Madison. I’m not going to pretend that this situation is what I envisioned my son to be wrapped up in. Ty is a very eligible bachelor. He has more than enough choices, but for some reason he’s settled on you.”
I glared at the robotic, cold bitch that stood across from me in my den. “Ty is not in any situation.”
“He isn’t?”
She held a hand out. “I came here to meet you, since Ty seems to be keeping you away from his father and me.”
Clearly, for good reason.
“I don’t know you, Madison, or where you’re from or who your parents are, but all I ask, is that you don’t involve my son in any of the messiness that no doubt trails behind you.”
“Excuse me?” I said loudly.
“Are you still married?”
“No.”
She made a face and walked around the den some more, pretending as if I didn’t exist. Then she took a deep breath and looked me over again.
“I love my son. I’ve been told by his father to be pleasant to you, so I am inviting you to a dinner we hold every Christmas at the mansion.” Diana rubbed one hand over the other, and then looked at me with those judgy eyes. “I would like for you and your children to come.”
I clenched my jaw, unsure of how to respond. This woman had just insulted everything about me and then told me, in the same sentence, that she was only being nice to me because she was told to.
“Will you come?” she asked again, tipping her head forward.
“I will think about it.”
“Well, good then,” she said, adjusting her Chanel purse under her arm. “It’s always a wonderful event, plus it would give you a chance to meet the rest of our family. The children will love it, I’m sure.”
She craned her neck to the ceiling, staring at the exposed beams overhead.
“This truly is a wonderful home, Madison. It’s definitely...Ty’s taste.”
“Thank you.”
She checked the gold Cartier watch on her wrist and then huffed. “I need to be going.” She headed towards the door still looking around. “Thank you for having me, Madison.”
I stifled a laugh at her comment seeing that I’d never actually invited her here.
“You can see your way out,” I said while giving Diana a blank stare.
Ty
“You did good,” I said, slapping Dylan on the shoulder, leaving my hand there.
We headed through the auditorium, after leaving the field on a Saturday morning, where he’d just finished football practice.
“You think?” Dylan asked looking up at me.
“Yeah.”
“Thanks for coming. I heard you cheering.” Dylan snickered.
I laughed, inhaling the cold air outside. I looked around, taking in the grey sky above and the four inches of snow on the ground. The same man that I noticed just off the field earlier seemed to be lingering around watching us. I peered at him again, just when he quickly turned away from us.
“Come on,” I said, ushering Dylan over to my car.
I shut the door when he got in. When I spun around, the same man was standing right in front of me.
“You have my son calling you Dad now?” the man asked while a humorless smile spread across his face.
“Excuse me,” I said, stepping forward.
The man backed away a li
ttle and rubbed his jaw with his hand. Who he was, sank in quickly. I took in Dominic’s disheveled appearance. He needed a haircut and a shave and he smelled like a week’s worth of booze.
“What’s your name?” Dominic asked.
I didn’t answer, noticing very quickly that he was intoxicated.
He stepped forward, reaching a hand out to touch my necktie, which I slapped away.
“So, you’re the guy my wife is fucking?” Dominic laughed. “Madison did well I suppose.”
I laughed. “Madison isn’t married to you anymore.”
“Yeah, yeah I know. They did that shit without my signature.
“My family is all yours now then?”
“The family you didn’t want,” I snapped.
“I was coming back,” he said nodding. “I was always coming back.”
I scoffed and turned away from him, heading for the driver’s side door.
Dominic chuckled, tucking his hands into the pockets of his coat. Dylan leaned over, looking in the side view mirror and then stepped out of the car.
“Dad.”
“Hey, Dylan,” Dominic said stepping towards Dylan’s angry face. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m back, son.”
“Don’t call me son!” Dylan yelled.
“Okay, Dylan, that’s enough. Get in the car,” I said pointing a finger in the direction of the vehicle.
“You’re calling him Dad now?” Dominic asked Dylan while he thumbed towards me.
“He’s been more of a dad to me than you will ever be.”
“You ungrateful little shit,” Dominic muttered. “I’m back. Can’t you see I’m here now. I watched your game today!”
“Get back in the car, Dylan,” I ordered.
Dylan jumped in the passenger seat while I looked Dominic over again. With each step he took he swayed, attempting to keep his balance. He was clearly drunk and it wasn’t even twelve o’clock yet. I couldn’t believe Madison was married to this guy...ever.
“How is Kacey?” Dominic shouted. “What about the boys? Tell your mother I still love her!”
I jumped in the car and started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot. Dominic stood with his arms raised over his head, yelling and laughing while we drove away.
I shook my head at the disaster in the rearview mirror that called himself a father.
Madison
“You saw who?” I asked, looking between both Ty and Dylan.
“Dominic,” Dylan spat out.
“You saw my daddy?” Kacey yelled, with eyes that almost bulged out of her head.
“He said he was back,” Dylan mumbled.
“Back here?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Dylan scoffed.
The seven of us decorated the Christmas tree together in the evening after dinner.
“Will I get to see him, Mommy?”
“I don’t know, baby,” I said.
“Kacey, don’t worry about that asshole. As fast as he came back here, he will be gone again,” Dylan said.
“This looks perfect,” I said stepping away from the Christmas tree, decorated in red and gold.
The fireplace was lit and jazz music played softly in the background.
“Come on, Kacey,” Dylan said giving her a piggyback ride, taking her upstairs.
I plopped down on one of the sofas looking at Ty. He pulled me into him, running a hand over my hair.
“I don’t want him causing problems while he’s back here. He will want to spend time with the kids.”
Ty looked away from me, blinking his brown eyes slowly.
“I’m sorry about all this.”
“It’s okay, Madison,” Ty whispered, pressing his lips to my ear.
“Your mother came here this morning.”
Ty’s head jerked back while he shut his eyes and opened them slowly with a grimace. It was a comical gesture that caused me to laugh hysterically.
“It was okay. I mean she doesn’t like me. She was upfront about it.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Madison. I’ve been keeping you away from her for as long as I could.”
“Don’t worry.” I giggled, flicking my wrist in his direction. “It wasn’t bad. Eventually, I knew I would have to meet her.”
“If I could keep you away from her for an eternity I would.”
“Ty.”
“It’s true. My mother can be a handful. The two of you are complete opposites.”
“Yeah, I know. She was wearing a pants suit this morning.”
“Diana is something,” he said looking away from me.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, brushing my hand over his face.
He pulled me up from the sofa, leading me through the house, with a huge smirk on his face.
“Where are you taking me?”
Ty put his index finger to his lips, only pulling me further ahead down a flight of stairs. He stopped when we reached my dance room and pushed the door open, nudging me inside and then locking it behind him.
The second the door closed he pounced on me, pushing his tongue down my throat and pulling my top off. Ty unsnapped my bra stooping to suckle each one of my nipples, making me moan.
“We can’t.” I giggled. “I have to help Mason and Sam with homework. They will come looking for me.”
“I will make it quick,” he whispered against the shell of my ear.
We headed across the room to the stripper pole in front of the huge wall-to-wall mirror. Ty yanked down my jeans to my knees hungrily while I bent forward to hang on to the cool, metal pole. He unzipped his pants, quickly releasing his cock. A soft, wet kiss was pressed to the outside of my pussy and then he slipped in. I let out a soft groan while Ty drove his huge cock into me. He hissed and muttered something, looking at me in the mirror next to us. I watched his cock push into me, stealing my breath away.
“Look, Madison. Look at yourself. You’re beautiful,” he said beating into me slow and hard.
I lifted my eyes, taking in our reflection in the mirror. Ty’s brown hair was messy and sweat slicked his forehead. I whimpered, looking at my contorted face in the mirror each time his cock drilled deeper inside of me.
“God, I love this pussy,” Ty growled, thrusting his hips hard against me.
A loud slap rang out in the room when he stung my ass cheek with an open palm. I smiled, gritting my teeth, feeling my thighs quiver each time he slowed. Ty’s mouth hung open and he grunted with each long, hard stroke he delivered to my pussy. Then he licked his lips, slamming into me harder.
I gasped when the ache between my legs intensified.
“That’s it, Madison. Come for me, baby.”
My thighs quivered and I nearly dropped to the floor when I came, only held up by Ty’s powerful arms. I cried out in to the empty space, holding on to the pole, when my pussy clenched hard, over and over around Ty’s fat cock. Then he came, letting out a savage moan while I whimpered underneath the weight of his body, stunned by the force of his cock drilling into me. Thick globs of warm cum slicked the inside of my thighs when he was done putting it deep inside of me.
It was quiet again. I heaved for breath, listening to Ty’s own gasps for air. I shifted and spun around, shoving him in the chest while he only laughed.
I yanked my pants up and then headed across the room, until Ty’s hand clutched my arm. He pulled me to him and kissed me.
“I love you, so much.”
“I love you too,” I murmured into his chest, whacking him again.
Ty brushed his soft lips across my forehead. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
Madison
We spent Christmas morning opening gifts. It was by far the most relaxed Christmas I’d had in years. I had more money then I knew what to do with now, courtesy of Ty, so there was no shortage of gifts, but still kept it minimal.
We ate an early lunch and then headed to Ty’s parents’ mansion in Chestnut Hill. My stomach roiled as the SUV moved along the gravelly driveway. After ne
arly five minutes of driving while light snowfall hit the windshield, the front of the house still hadn’t come into view yet. Then it did.
“This place is like a castle,” Dylan said staring out the window.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. My stomach was in knots and I was beginning to sweat the closer we got to the oversized and opulent home that reminded me of Buckingham Palace. I spotted a very large building to the left of the house.
“Is that where the horses are kept?” I asked.
“Yes,” Ty said becoming noticeably quieter in the last few minutes.
I placed a hand over his, squeezing it. He met my eyes briefly and gave me a forced smile.
When we pulled up to the front of the house, a man bounded down the stairs, wearing white gloves and opened my door. Then he walked around the car, taking Ty’s keys. The children all stepped out and ran ahead while Ty held my hand tightly.
We ascended the stairs only to see Diana and a man standing next to her who had to be Ty’s father, Malcolm.
“You came.” Diana pulled me into a hug.
“You must be Madison,” Malcolm said, extending his hand to me and then pulling me into a hug.
Malcolm was tall and big. The resemblance that Ty had to his father was uncanny. I knew Ty would look exactly like Malcolm did now, in twenty years. He was a handsome man for his age.
“It’s good to meet you.”
The children returned and Ty introduced them to Diana, who tried her best to be nice. If Diana were ever mean to my children she would see my claws quicker than she could bat her fake eyelashes.
I could hear indistinct voices in the distance, where a few people gathered in the large den. The children ran off somewhere in the sprawling home when I spotted someone in a Santa Claus suit. Ty stepped off to talk to his father while Diana did the rounds between her guests.
Another man wearing a suit offered me champagne and a uniformed woman walked around holding a silver tray of hors d’oeuvres. This place was something out of a magazine. Ty had grown up here in this over-the-top castle that was much too large for three people to have lived in.