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steps, pressing a chaste kiss onto my cheek and entering my home like he actually belongs here. Like we are actually dating, and that it wasn’t some bold faced lie. Why would he even say that to Drew?
“Dating, Maddie?” Drew asks me.
“What does it matter to you? It’s not any of your business.” I say back, trying to get my wits about me still.
“My kids live here. It is my business.” Drew throws back in my direction and I am pissed. Like not even mildly mad, or even annoyed like I usually am with him. I am officially momma bear pissed.
“Drew, seriously? You live with a twenty something bimbo who thinks go-karting is a freaking sport and you are going to give me shit about having company over at dinner time? If you want to make a problem of it, I’ll make sure Little Miss Botox can’t be there when MY children are there. I’m sure she’ll really love being kicked out of her home every weekend.” I turn around, and make my way for the door only coming to a stop once I’ve slammed the front door and can see him through the side window standing there in shock that for once, I have stood up to him.
“You mean to tell me Drew Anderson is your ex-husband?” Brian asks me flatly when I turn around. “Madeline, there is so much I don’t know about you… but I think that all needs to take a back burner for now. Is there someplace we can go to talk?” He says while looking right at my children.
“Grace, Brady, meet Mr. Thompson.” Both children acknowledge him momentarily before going back to whatever they were doing before.
“We can go upstairs… to talk.” I say to Brian quietly and lead the way. Each step I take up the stairs, I am hyper aware of his eyes on me, following every move I am making up the stairs. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t swing my ass just a little more than I normally would the million times a day I climb up and down these stairs.
“You’re trying to tempt me, Madeline.” His voice is deep and filled with hunger. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he was going to bend me over the instant we hit my bedroom. But, with my children downstairs I know he wouldn’t even think about it.
At the top of the stairs, we turn the corner and enter my bedroom quietly closing the doors behind us.
“You have a flair for decorating, Madeline.” Brian compliments the room while looking around. “Now, you spill. Everything.” I walk over and climb up onto my bed, lying back and staring at the ceiling. The silence lingers in the room and when I feel the bed dip once again I know he isn’t going to let me get away with closing him out like I was planning.
“Something happened to you, Madeline. I can tell. I want to know.” He is stern this time around. He gives me no option to keep my story to myself anymore. If I don’t come out with it, I am pretty sure he would take me over his knee like a child and spank me. Brian makes me feel like a child again. Like I was caught stealing an oreo before dinner.
“Something did happen. Today. Right before you called me.” I pause and take a deep breath trying to compose myself.
“With a man?” Brian asks me and I only nod in reply. “Do you need to see a doctor?” His question takes me off guard, but it makes sense, considering my line of work until about two hours ago.
“No. He didn’t touch me. At all.” I say, trying to think of a way to tell the story without it coming out as horrible as it sounds. “When I came home from your house the other day, I told myself a man like you wouldn’t want anything from me. I didn’t plan on seeing you again, ever. Even though you’re all I’ve thought about since then.” I pause again, trying to give myself a little bit of time, but I know I don't have much. “I answered an email. He didn't want to touch me. Four hundred dollars for him to watch me… solo.” I can’t even bring myself to say masturbate.
“Okay,” he says, while running his hands through his perfectly
“Dating, Maddie?” Drew asks me.
“What does it matter to you? It’s not any of your business.” I say back, trying to get my wits about me still.
“My kids live here. It is my business.” Drew throws back in my direction and I am pissed. Like not even mildly mad, or even annoyed like I usually am with him. I am officially momma bear pissed.
“Drew, seriously? You live with a twenty something bimbo who thinks go-karting is a freaking sport and you are going to give me shit about having company over at dinner time? If you want to make a problem of it, I’ll make sure Little Miss Botox can’t be there when MY children are there. I’m sure she’ll really love being kicked out of her home every weekend.” I turn around, and make my way for the door only coming to a stop once I’ve slammed the front door and can see him through the side window standing there in shock that for once, I have stood up to him.
“You mean to tell me Drew Anderson is your ex-husband?” Brian asks me flatly when I turn around. “Madeline, there is so much I don’t know about you… but I think that all needs to take a back burner for now. Is there someplace we can go to talk?” He says while looking right at my children.
“Grace, Brady, meet Mr. Thompson.” Both children acknowledge him momentarily before going back to whatever they were doing before.
“We can go upstairs… to talk.” I say to Brian quietly and lead the way. Each step I take up the stairs, I am hyper aware of his eyes on me, following every move I am making up the stairs. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t swing my ass just a little more than I normally would the million times a day I climb up and down these stairs.
“You’re trying to tempt me, Madeline.” His voice is deep and filled with hunger. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he was going to bend me over the instant we hit my bedroom. But, with my children downstairs I know he wouldn’t even think about it.
At the top of the stairs, we turn the corner and enter my bedroom quietly closing the doors behind us.
“You have a flair for decorating, Madeline.” Brian compliments the room while looking around. “Now, you spill. Everything.” I walk over and climb up onto my bed, lying back and staring at the ceiling. The silence lingers in the room and when I feel the bed dip once again I know he isn’t going to let me get away with closing him out like I was planning.
“Something happened to you, Madeline. I can tell. I want to know.” He is stern this time around. He gives me no option to keep my story to myself anymore. If I don’t come out with it, I am pretty sure he would take me over his knee like a child and spank me. Brian makes me feel like a child again. Like I was caught stealing an oreo before dinner.
“Something did happen. Today. Right before you called me.” I pause and take a deep breath trying to compose myself.
“With a man?” Brian asks me and I only nod in reply. “Do you need to see a doctor?” His question takes me off guard, but it makes sense, considering my line of work until about two hours ago.
“No. He didn’t touch me. At all.” I say, trying to think of a way to tell the story without it coming out as horrible as it sounds. “When I came home from your house the other day, I told myself a man like you wouldn’t want anything from me. I didn’t plan on seeing you again, ever. Even though you’re all I’ve thought about since then.” I pause again, trying to give myself a little bit of time, but I know I don't have much. “I answered an email. He didn't want to touch me. Four hundred dollars for him to watch me… solo.” I can’t even bring myself to say masturbate.
“Okay,” he says, while running his hands through his perfectly
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