by Daya Daniels
I stood next to a window that overlooked the grounds, touching my fingers to cold the glass.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” a soft voice behind me said.
I shifted where I stood and turned only to find a statuesque woman with long blond hair and pale blue eyes standing next to me, holding a glass of wine in her hand. She looked me over and then gave me a strange smile.
“My, you are pretty,” she whispered.
“Hello,” I said taking a sip of the bubbly liquid in my glass.
“I’m Whitney,” she said looking me over again with a smile/grimace.
Whitney was as prim and proper as Ty’s mother. They looked like they could be sisters. Whitney reminded me of a princess. She had makeup that was expertly applied and wore way too much of the disgusting floral perfume I smelled. Each time Whitney took a sip of her wine, she pursed her lips like she tasted something sour.
“I’m Madison.”
“Have you heard my name before?” she asked.
“No, no I’m sorry I haven’t. Are you a relative of Ty’s?”
Whitney let out a soft chuckle. “No. I—um I was his girlfriend.”
“Oh.”
“For five years, actually—on and off.”
“Oh,” I said suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
“I thought Ty would’ve told you about me,” she said jutting her chin out.
“No, I’m sorry. He hasn’t mentioned you.”
Why was she here?
“We were in love. We were going to be married actually.”
“Oh,” I said softly scanning the large foyer, searching for Ty’s voice.
“Yeah.”
“Those are your kids running around? Five of them, is it?”
“Yes, all mine,” I answered, forcing a grin.
“I don’t have any but I want to have them someday. Ty and I discussed it on more than one occasion.
“You seem young to have so many. When did you start? You had to be in high school.” Whitney snorted.
“No, I finished school early actually.”
“Dropout?”
“No,” I muttered. “Just smart.”
“I hear you’re an exotic dancer.”
“Used to be but I am a dancer. Classically trained since I was a little girl.”
“So, you don’t strip anymore?”
“No.”
“They always say stripping is one step away from prostitution.” Whitney giggled.
I narrowed my eyes at her, quickly categorizing Whitney as cow number two, right underneath Ty’s mother, Diana. She was goading me. Sizing me up. I was the equivalent of the dirt stuck to the bottom of Whitney’s ugly two-inch, block heels.
“I’m Ellen,” another woman said who moved to stand next to Whitney.
“Excuse me,” I said heading for the doorway, just when Whitney was about to ask me another question.
When I stepped out of their view, I slowed when I heard the two women’s voices again.
“What does he see in her?” Ellen asked.
“I don’t know.”
“I’m sorry, Whitney. I know you miss Ty.”
“Yeah, him and his big cock.” Whitney giggled.
Just the mention of Ty’s cock from Whitney’s mouth made every fucking nerve in my body become inflamed. Why hadn’t he ever told me about this woman? I still couldn’t understand what she was doing here if they’d broken up. I stood against the wall, draining the rest of my champagne and taking a deep breath. Everyone that was in this house was dressed in a suit or a designer dress. I had on a sweater, jeans and boots. I let out a long sigh, already accepting I didn’t belong in this place with these people.
“Madison,” Malcolm called out, causing me to jump.
He offered me his arm. “I want to show you the rest of the house. Your children are adorable, especially little Kacey. They’re opening gifts right now.”
“You bought them gifts?” I asked, making no attempt to hide my surprise.
“Yes, of course. We bought them since we knew you were coming.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“Of course we did. It’s what we do, Madison. You’re family now.”
“Okay. Thank you. It’s very nice of you both.”
I hooked my arm in Malcolm’s and walked the wide hallway alongside him.
Ty
“Thank you, Mother,” I whispered, kissing Diana on the cheek.
“It’s no problem, Ty. The children are well behaved. Kacey already likes me,” Diana pointed out, giving me a smile that almost seemed sincere.
I stepped away from my mother when Kacey ran towards her. “Nandi,” she said when Diana picked her up. “Can we have ice cream?”
“Of course,” Diana said, walking off towards the kitchen.
Nandi?
“It’s my new name, Ty, for the children to call me.”
“Okay.” I laughed certain my brows were somewhere up near the crown of my head.
Exhausted, I moved to sit on one of the sofas.
The house was filled with guests. Most of them were my parents’ friends. Patrick and Ramona still weren’t here yet. I tried my very best to avoid Whitney and her parents, moving from room to room. I hoped the three of them would leave soon but that was highly unlikely. I let out a long breath, flexing against the back of the leather-studded sofa.
“I met your girlfriend,” Whitney said leaning against the doorframe.
“Whitney.”
“I was hoping to get a moment alone with you.”
“For?”
“I was wondering if you gave our last conversation any thought.”
I ran a hand over my hair, feeling the mental exhaustion setting in.
“I’m in a relationship, Whitney.”
“With a divorced stripper who has five kids. She only wants your money, Ty.”
“Don’t talk about Madison like that,” I said shooting up from my seat.
“Don’t you miss me?” Whitney asked stepping closer to me.
“No. I don’t. We broke up.”
Whitney huffed. “You’re just trying to hurt me, Ty. I know you well.”
“You don’t know me at all, Whitney.”
“Yes, I do. You might be trying your best to forget me, Ty, and maybe that’s why you’re dating this woman, but it won’t work,” Whitney whispered. “I’m here when you’re ready. You know I still love you.”
I laughed, looking at the floor and shaking my head. Whitney always thought everything was about her. It clearly never occurred to Whitney that maybe I was happy. The sound of laughter in the distance and my father making a toast, reminded me that this painful evening would almost be over.
When I lifted my gaze from the floor, Whitney flew into my arms, pressing her lips to mine. I was stunned, shocked at what was happening. Before I could speak, someone else did.
“Ty,” Madison breathed out.
I pushed Whitney away when I noticed Madison standing in the doorway, looking at me like I’d just sprouted three heads.
Madison
“Ty,” I said again in a shaky voice.
Whitney jerked her head in my direction, wiping her lips while a smirk formed on her concrete face, after she’d just finished kissing my boyfriend. Whitney eyed me over again and then cleared her throat.
“I will leave you two,” she said heading out of the room, breezing past me when I lunged for her.
I was speechless at what I’d just witnessed.
“You’re going to attack me right in Diana Westwood’s house?” Whitney laughed. “Trash.”
“Yes, you bitch!” I screamed.
“Hey, hey!” Ty shouted. “Get the fuck out of here, Whitney.”
I swung at her again, when Ty stopped me. I grabbed for Whitney’s sweater, which tore at the shoulder. Whitney quickly scrambled off. When Ty let go, I was fuming.
“Madison,” he said throwing his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me.”
I was confused
about everything that had to do with Whitney.
“Why didn’t you tell me about her?”
Ty made a loud exhale. “There was nothing to tell, Madison.”
“And what is she doing here?”
“Her parents are friends of the family, Madison. They’ve always been.”
I turned away from Ty, feeling a single tear slip from my eye. “I overheard them talking about me. Now, this,” I said throwing my hands up in the air. “She knows we are together.”
“I’m sorry, Madison,” he said pulling me into his arms while I attempted to wriggle out of them.
“Madison, stop.”
I took a deep breath, feeling on the verge of screaming this overpriced house down.
“Do you still have feelings for her?” I mumbled into the warm skin on his neck.
“No, Mads. I love you. I fucking swear it.”
I sniffled.
“Whitney is hateful and vicious. She always has been. She did that shit on purpose, just now. I’m sorry.”
I wiped my tears and stepped away from Ty. “I’d fuck her up, Ty. I’d strangle that bitch with the pretty blue sweater she’s wearing.”
“Madison,” he said following me.
“I’m sorry but I just want to go home now.”
“Yeah, me too,” he agreed.
Madison
“How did you find out?” I asked Ty when he told me that Whitney had fucked his dad.
Ty laughed. “Patrick.”
“I don’t know how you find this humorous.”
“I guess I don’t care. I don’t know.”
“Whitney said you were going to be married. Did you love her?”
Ty let out a loud laugh. “Married? Love? No, never. Maybe I cared about her at some point but love? No.”
“Are you admitting that I’m the first girl you’ve been in love with?”
“I guess I am.” Ty chuckled.
It was some ungodly hour in the morning while we both stared at the ceiling, just talking.
“How many, Madison?”
“Men?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to laugh at me.”
“I won’t.”
“You will, Ty.”
“Give,” he said poking me in the side.
“Three, including you. Now your turn.”
“Whoa, whoa, not so fast there, buster. Who?”
I sighed, shifting uncomfortably against the sheets. “Dominic since I was a teenager. I lost my virginity to him. Then when he left I slept with one of my neighbors. This guy named Randall. I was lonely and horny. It was awful.”
Ty laughed. “How awful?”
“Awful, Ty, like wish it never happened awful. Then when he saw me again, he was arrogant and boasty, like he’d given me the time of my life. It baffled me. Randall expected me to suck him off, which I did but he never offered me anything. I didn’t come. He couldn’t kiss. I should have stopped it before it started but I didn’t have the heart. I kept thinking maybe it would get better. It didn’t.”
Ty snorted back a laugh. “Sounds like Randall thinks a little too much of himself.”
I groaned.
“Then there was you.”
“And what did you think of that?” Ty asked.
I felt my skin heat at the memory. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “It was memorable.” He tugged me closer. “Better than any other cock you’ve had?”
“Yes,” I said. “And the biggest.”
He snickered. “Of course.”
“Now your turn,” I said turning the tables quickly.
Ty put his arms behind his head, shifting against the pillow.
“Six, including you but I don’t know if that includes blow jobs.”
I laughed, whacking him in the shoulder.
“Well does it, because if it does, then my number is closer to eleven.”
“Who?”
“Never anyone special, Mads. I cheated on Whitney all throughout college. If I didn’t want to fuck a girl, I would let her suck my cock. I was in love with getting blow jobs, still am.”
“Really?” I said boldly, not trying to hide my sarcasm.
“Yes,” he said shifting in the bed to lean over me while he ran his fingers up the line of my stomach.
“You’re the best cocksucker I know, Madison,” he whispered.
“Why, thank you.”
He traced his fingers over my lips softly. “I love fucking this pretty mouth of yours, Midnight.”
“Midnight?”
“Yes. I’ll always remember you as Midnight.”
“I’m still her.”
“I know.”
I rolled over to straddle him, looking at his face underneath the semi-darkness.
“I’ve never been with a woman that can make me come twice and three times, Mads, like you have.”
I giggled. “It’s like I can’t get enough of you. When I come, I stay hard. I want to live in your pussy.”
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
He laughed. “If I could live between your legs, Mads, I would.
“That scar on your hip and the one on your chin?” I met Ty’s eyes under the faint light.
He didn’t complete his sentence. I dropped my head, looking away from him.
“Where did you get them?” he asked.
“I told you.”
“Yeah, you told me they were accidents,” he scoffed.
“They were.”
He placed his fingers on my chin, bringing my lips to his. “Dylan told me Dominic used to hit you.”
I took a deep breath, shooting up to a sitting position in bed while Ty ran his hands through my hair. “I didn’t know Dylan knew that.”
“Yeah, I figured that. Well, he does. Maybe he’s just never told you.”
“Dominic never used to. Then he started drinking all the time. That’s when it started.”
“I’m sorry, Madison,” he said wrapping his big body around me. “I would never hurt you.”
“I know, Ty.”
He placed a soft kiss to the top of my shoulder. Then ran his tongue up the back of my neck, causing me to squeal. I spun around crawling in his lap and kissed him hard, pushing his tongue into submission with my own. Ty breathed against my lips while I settled in his lap, rubbing my pussy along the ridge of his cock.
He ran his hands through my hair when I shifted, allowing him to slide into me. I moved slow, breathing heavy as he filled me. He pulled me against his chest, gripping the back of my neck, placing his other hand around my middle. Each time I moved, he took control forcing me to take more of him in, until I moved faster.
A hard kiss stifled a loud whimper that almost left my quivering lips. Ty hissed and then kissed me softly. I held on to his shoulders while he moved my entire body up and down on his cock, moving faster the louder he groaned. It was unbearable. Tears slipped from my eyes while soft cries fell from my mouth. He held my gaze, breathing heavy against my lips while his own remained parted.
“I love you,” I said in a shaky voice.
He smiled, moving slower. I hissed each time his cock filled me and then left me bereft, only to impale me again. I desperately reached for him, hoping to steady myself when I felt myself coming. I let out a small squeak when my pussy clenched around the base of his cock hard.
“Come for me, Mads,” he said forcing me to look into his eyes. “Keep those eyes open, pretty girl.”
I gasped, attempting to catch my breath while my pussy throbbed and pulsed around his cock. I screamed feeling the powerful orgasm rush through me in waves that left me a boneless and mewling, delirious mess.
“Tell me you love me again,” he growled out, gripping the back of my neck tighter. “I love you, Madison. I want to take every single affliction in your life, Mads, and make it my own. That’s what I’m here for...to take the weight off your shoulders,” he growled into the shell of my ear.
“I love you,” I moaned feeling the tears slip from my ey
es.
He pulled me against him, harder, pushing his thick cock deeper inside of me. The fat head of it punished the opening of my cervix, creating a beautiful pain. The best pain I think I’d ever fucking felt. Tears covered my cheeks when I took in Ty’s long groans. A strangled noise was breathed into my mouth when he kissed me hard, taking possession of my tongue. I whined when his cock jerked deep inside of me, flooding my pussy with the cum that I so desperately wanted.
He leaned into my neck, rocking me forward. I placed a hand on his sticky skin, feeling the thin layer of sweat that covered my own. I broke our union and spread out on the bed, searching for cooler air. Ty’s fingers skittered over my skin when he eased in next to me.
We didn’t speak. I rolled over to look at him under the light and smiled, feeling my eyelids grow heavy. He kissed my lips. Then, we slept.
Madison
“Good morning, Gillian,” I said pushing the doors open to Ty’s office.
“Hello, Madison,” Gillian said giving me a wave.
It was a few days before New Year’s Eve. I decided to stop by Ty’s office in the afternoon, hoping to take him to lunch. I slowed when I saw two large bodies hunched over a table, looking something over in the corner of the room.
“Madison,” Malcolm said straightening and walking towards me. “It’s good to see you,” he said giving me what I hoped was a genuine smile. Then he placed a kiss on my cheek.
“Dylan mentioned over Christmas that he wanted to see the horses at the stables. I thought maybe Diana and I could have the children this weekend, if that was okay with you. Nora could bring them and pick them up. She can stay also if you want her to.”
I was stunned by the offer but I knew that Diana had taken a liking to Kacey.
“Yes, I think the children would like that actually.”
The expression on Ty’s face was unreadable while he watched us, but he almost looked amused. “Hello, Dad,” he said to Malcom.
“Okay, Ty. We can finish this up later,” Malcolm replied, heading out of the room and shutting the doors behind him.
“Hello,” I said giving Ty a shy look, as I stepped towards him.
I took in his tailored black suit and shiny cuff links. I kissed him on the lips, breathing in his delicious scent. He removed his jacket, throwing it over a chair and then walked towards his desk.