by Daya Daniels
Ty pressed his lips to mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth.
His cock moved slow and deep inside of me.
“You love this big cock, don’t you, Mads?” he asked, sucking my top lip into his wet mouth.
“Yes.”
Then he nibbled on it, making a hungry moan when he did it.
“I love the way you sound when you come, Mads.”
I reached up, sliding my hand along his neck. Ty fucked me harder, like he was searching for the end of me, hoping maybe even to find himself there. I heaved for breath, desperate for the air his movements stole from me with each punishing stroke. Ty’s cock swelled even more, as it brushed against the tight walls of my pussy. Warm lips pressed against mine, hard. I pulled my legs back, nearly to my ears, allowing Ty to slide deeper into my pussy. I gasped each time the beautiful man on top of me slowed and then sped up again, until he didn’t stop. He beat his hips into me ferociously and then let out an animalistic growl, with a loud moan that followed close behind it. The feeling of his hot, sticky flesh settled between my legs, made me want to scream and beg for more. His cock jerked inside of me, expelling every drop of cum from his balls, leaving it deep inside of me.
He heaved for breath and shuddered, looking into my eyes. A soft kiss was pressed to my lips. I intertwined my fingers with Ty’s, pulling his hand to mine. I pressed two kisses to his knuckles and brushed a hand over his face. He was perfect. Ty was a blessing and I never wanted to let him go. He’d changed everything for me. To me now, life would be unimaginable without him.
“I love you,” I whispered taking in his sly smile.
Ty allowed himself to linger inside of me for a moment while we kissed. Then he rolled over, dragging me with him. I rested my head on his prominent pec while Ty’s fingers traced over the skin on my arm.
“What do you want, Madison, for us?”
I smiled. “I want us to be happy.”
Ty exhaled loudly. “Yeah, me too.”
Ty
I had a busy day of meetings ahead and lunch with my father. Over the past month, I’d only fallen in love with Madison more than ever. I wanted her to be my wife. I didn’t know what she thought about that, but tonight at dinner, I was going to ask her. Later, I planned to take her to After Hours for a casual dinner. I opened the small Tiffany’s box, eyeing the three-carat diamond solitaire I’d picked out a few days before. I tucked the ring back in my pocket.
I checked my watch, noticing it was almost ten in the morning. Madison and the children had already left. Biggles ran off to eat his food. I pulled the door open to let him outside, only to meet Dominic’s bloodshot eyes. I narrowed my eyes looking at him, remembering the second disappearing act Dominic pulled a few weeks ago. I didn’t know what he was doing here at this time in the morning, but it had better be fucking good.
“Dominic.”
“Hey, Ty. I just came here to apologize for what happened the other week.”
“You should probably say sorry to the kids yourself, Dominic.”
Dominic shifted where he stood a few times, staring at the snow on the ground.
“I couldn’t do this, you know, be a father or be a husband. I was never good at it. Madison didn’t love me.”
I cocked my head to the side listening to Dominic, knowing that last statement wasn’t true.
“Then you just come and swoop in and save the day. You have my kids acting like you’re their real father. You’re fucking my wife. It’s all peachy for you,” Dominic said.
“Madison isn’t your wife anymore, Dominic. The family that lives here, Dominic, is the family that you left. You abandoned Madison. Now you’re upset that she’s moving on with her life. She’s been miserable. Madison has been struggling for the past year since you’ve been gone. She’s been doing everything on her own—completely alone,” I said raising my voice.
“I thought I could get her back, if I came back but then I find you with her.”
“You’re angry that she’s happy huh, Dominic?” I scoffed. “You didn’t want her!”
“I always thought no sane man would want a woman with five kids,” Dominic mumbled and then laughed. “Especially not some rich guy that looks like you, Tyler Westwood.
“Yeah, I looked you up. You’re some fucking rich kid from Chestnut Hill.”
I gave Dominic a hard look, listening to him spit his disdain out for me. I was a man he barely knew that was taking care of his kids.
He ran a hand over his jaw while he shifted a few times where he stood, looking around. Then he nodded his head and lifted his grey eyes to mine. “Dylan hates me because of you.”
“What?” I snapped, pointing a finger to the center of my chest. “Because of me?”
Dominic gritted his teeth.
“No, Dominic, you have it all wrong,” I said with a dry laugh. “Dylan has a problem with how you’ve treated Madison, he and his brothers and Kacey. All of that was going on long before I even knew Madison, so I don’t know how you can blame that on me, man. That’s all you, Rolling Stone.”
I stepped further out the door, scanning the area, trying to make sense of Dominic’s jittery demeanor. The neighborhood was still, and the typical cars lined the quiet street. A woman was walking a poodle at the end of the block.
“What are you doing here anyway?” I asked curtly.
He quickly pulled the concealed revolver out of his coat and pointed it at my chest. I threw my arms up in surrender, lost for words, terrified this was it for me.
“Dominic, don’t do this,” I said firmly, feeling my stomach fall away.
I debated lunging at him, which would probably only have gotten me shot in the face. I considered maybe that it wasn’t loaded. Did I really want to take that chance? Dominic held the gun in his shaky hand. When his finger twitched on the trigger, I flinched and I knew I would beat him to death, if I got my fucking hands on him.
“Dominic, you don’t have to do this,” I growled out.
“I’m sorry,” Dominic rasped out, before pulling the trigger.
CHAPTER SIX
“This is all your fault!” Diana screeched, stomping towards me.
I covered my face with my hands and cried, trying to drown out everything that was going on around me. This was unreal.
I’d been questioned by the police, who arrested Dominic. Ty had been in surgery for nearly three hours after being shot in the chest twice. The bullets missed all his vital organs but he was still in critical condition, with serious internal bleeding.
“You’re trailer park trash!” Diana screeched while black mascara streamed from her eyes and down her red cheeks. “Tyler is our only son, Madison! My only son is lying in a hospital bed here, Madison, barely hanging on to his life because of you!”
She was screaming the entire hospital down. I thought fire would shoot out from Diana’s nose, eyes and ears, each time she gave me a hateful look.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
“Messy! All this mess is because of you, Madison Marks!”
“Diana, stop it,” Malcolm said firmly, snatching Diana’s arm and pulling her towards him.
“I want you out of here!” she yelled.
I stood speechless, unable to respond to her.
“You have no right to be here, Madison,” Diana rambled on. “Malcolm, I want her gone. You’re not to come here again to see my son. Do you hear me?”
I gave Diana a nod, realizing that most of the words she spoke to me, I didn’t hear anyway.
“She is not to come back here,” she said again, glaring at Malcolm.
“Please don’t do this,” I begged. “I love him.”
“This is because of you, Madison! My son was almost killed! He might not even make it now. Who knows!” Diana shouted, throwing her arms up in the air. “I knew you were bad news the second I heard about you.”
Endless tears covered my face while my chest shuddered with every strangled breath that I took of chlorinated, hospital air.
“If you really love my son, Madison, you will let him go,” Diana snapped.
She stomped off to speak with the doctors again and came back to face me again. Malcolm gave me a contrite look while he guided her away from me, but he didn’t speak. Patrick and Ramona leaned against a wall at the far end of the large emergency room. I plopped down in one of the seats in the waiting room and bawled.
She was right. I. Was. Messy. This was all my fault. I hated Dominic. Any chance of happiness I had, he always had to take away. Now he’d almost taken Ty away from me and the kids who had come to love him so much. I would never forgive Dominic for this. I sobbed into my sweater sleeve feeling the burn in my eyes and the ache in my heart.
How could everything end this way?
She was right. A woman like me didn’t belong with a man like Ty. He could do better. Ty deserved better. I was too much trouble. I had too much baggage. Life with me was like a ticking time bomb, waiting to fucking explode.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled staring at my fingers, wishing so badly that I could say it to Ty.
I cried even harder when I thought what life would be like without him.
When I settled into my melancholy thoughts, a heavy hand squeezed my shoulder. I opened my eyes, only to see my father hovering over me and my mother standing at his side. I flew into their arms while Felicia squeezed me tight.
“I’m so sorry, Madison,” my mother whispered. “I’m so, so sorry, baby.”
“I hate him. I hate Dominic!” I whined into her snow-covered jacket. “I fucking hate him, Mom! How could he do this?”
Ray pulled me towards him, throwing an arm around my shoulder. “We have to leave, Mads. You can’t be here if Diana says you have to go.”
I wiped my tears and headed alongside my parents, towards the emergency exit.
Madison
I visited Thomas Jefferson University hospital every day, for the past four weeks. Ty was still in the intensive care unit. Each time I tried to go and see him, I was stopped by security—the work of Diana of course.
Patrick told me that Ty was still unconscious but that he was doing better. He kept his conversation with me brief. I wondered if Patrick also blamed me for this happening. I blamed me.
Zita rushed back here with the girls to be with me, even though I insisted that she remain where she was. Nora made sure to be at home every day to help with the kids and my parents were with me nearly every day.
This morning, I stepped through the sliding glass doors and headed towards the desk, noticing a new face.
“Good morning, I’m here to see Tyler Westwood.”
The man shook his head, giving me an apologetic look and stood. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’ve been given strict instructions not to allow visitors up outside of Mr. Westwood’s parents and a Patrick Linden.”
“Okay,” I said readying myself to beg.
“Is there any update on how he’s doing? I-I’m his girlfriend. His mother won’t allow me to see him. I just want to know how he’s doing,” I asked, wiping the tears from my face.
The man grimaced and shook his head. Then he leaned forward and said to me, “He’s doing much better, but that’s all I can tell you, miss. I’m sorry.”
I eyed over the envelope in my hands, debating if I should give it to the gentleman.
“I can’t accept personal items, ma’am.”
“Okay,” I said realizing that the man had read my mind.
I gave him a nod and wandered in the hallway for a few more minutes, then left. I headed back to my car and sat in the parking lot for nearly an hour. Diana had the locks on Ty’s apartment changed, so the keys I had no longer worked and security wouldn’t let me up. I tried calling Gillian at work a few times and she apologetically told me that she was instructed not to communicate with me. I couldn’t speak to Ty because he was unconscious and I knew I wouldn’t be able to see him unless I committed a federal crime.
I only wanted to tell him I loved him. I wanted to hold his hand and never let it go, but I could do neither. All I had was the letter in my hands.
The children were devastated. Dylan was doing the worst. Before he just hated Dominic, now he seemed to hate everything.
I let out a loud sigh, right before I started to bawl.
A hard knock on the window caused me to look up. Ramona stood outside, tapping on the tinted glass. Then she yanked on the door handle hard. I unlocked the door and she pulled it open, giving me the most horrified look.
“Madison.”
“Hey, Ramona.”
Ramona quickly ran around the other side, jumping into the passenger seat. I looked away from her bulging green eyes. She yanked me into a fierce hug, squeezing me tight. Ramona allowed me to cry for what seemed like forever.
“You shouldn’t be driving around like this, Madison. You’re too upset.”
“This is all my fault.”
Ramona only sighed.
“Everyone is angry at me. I’m angry at myself.”
“You can’t control the actions of others, Madison. Don’t let Diana make you feel like this. Diana is blaming the world for something that could have only been prevented by the person that did it.
“Diana didn’t want you and Ty together from the very start. She’s upset. She just isn’t handling it well. If Ty knew what she was up to, Madison, he would be pissed, but he can’t make those decisions right now and neither can we.”
I nodded and sniffled. “I just want to see him.”
“Patrick is up there now with Malcolm and Diana. I only wait downstairs.”
“Can you give this to Patrick?” I said shoving the letter in her hand. “For Ty.”
“Of course, Madison.
“Go home and get some rest, honey. I will come by later. If Patrick gives me an update, I will be sure to let you know everything.”
“Okay.”
Ramona hugged me again and placed a kiss on my cheek.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
Madison
“Is Ty going to die, Grandma?” Kacey asked my mother.
Felicia spun around and rushed towards Kacey, cupping her chubby cheeks in her hands. “No, honey. Ty is going to be fine.”
“Well if he’s not going to die, Grandma, then why is he in the hospital?”
“Because that’s where people go to get better, Kacey.”
Dylan muttered something and then shot up from the dinner table. He tossed his plate into the dishwasher, nearly breaking it and stormed off.
Ray let out a long exhale and looked up from the newspaper he was reading, turning the pages slowly, watching me like a hawk.
“If Ty dies, Grandma, I think he will go to heaven,” Kacey said wiping her tears.
I flung the silver spoon I was holding across the counter and left the kitchen. As soon as I shut the door to my bedroom, I cried. I sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window, watching the light snowfall underneath the street lights.
A soft knock on the door jolted me out of my trance. Ramona poked her head in. I was so happy to see her.
“Madison,” she said stepping cautiously across the carpet, taking a seat next to me.
“I spoke to Patrick. He’s upset. I don’t know, I think he feels stuck in the middle between everyone, including trying to do what he knows Ty would have wanted.”
I nodded a few times. “I understand.”
“Patrick said Ty is doing better but he’s still unstable. He will be in the hospital for months.” Ramona sighed and squeezed my hand.
“I talked to Patrick about this. We didn’t know if this would make things better or worse but no matter what, we knew we should do what Ty would have wanted us to do—what is only right.”
Ramona pulled a tiny, robin egg blue box, covered in dried blood out of her pocket and placed it in my hands. My breathing hitched when I examined it and then flicked it open to see the diamond solitaire inside of it.
“Patrick said it was in Ty’s jacket pocket when the
y found him,” Ramona whispered. “And there was a folder with some airline tickets to Disneyland on him as well but they were soaked in blood. Patrick kept them.”
I sobbed endlessly, giving her a nod.
“I’m sorry, Madison, but we thought you should have it.”
“Thank you.” I sniffled.
“Patrick wanted to know if you’re okay. If you need money or anything.”
“No,” I said.
Ty left me with enough money. There was about ten million sitting in my bank account and another five he’d put aside as a “just in case,” he’d told me.
“No, I don’t need money. We’re okay for money.”
Ramona nodded a few times and bit her lip. “If you need anything, just call me, okay. I’m only a few minutes away from you.”
“Yeah,” I said running my finger over the beautiful diamond in my hand that I knew I wasn’t worth.
Ramona stood and headed for the door, quietly shutting it behind her.
I sat on the edge of the bed...thinking. Then I moved to the closet to grab one of Ty’s Yale sweatshirts that he always wore and put it on, sliding under the covers and resting on his pillow. Everything still smelled like him. I shut my eyes and ran a hand over the soft skin on my stomach, feeling so empty inside, wishing I were full at the same time.
I shut my eyes and breathed Ty in, imagining he was lying next to me, joking and laughing like he always did.
I loved him too much. If he hadn’t known me, none of this would’ve ever happened. I couldn’t undo any of it.
Diana was right. If I loved Ty, I would let him go. I had to let him go...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Two Months Later
Ty
“Where is Madison?” I asked my mother when she came into view, hovering over me.
Diana stepped closer, allowing me to see her puffy red eyes. She touched my face and gave me a small smile.