Madison
“Cheating isn’t always physical. If you’re having to hide it, you probably shouldn’t be doing it.” (Unknown).
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted a family, and that dream might soon come true. Gustaf, my boyfriend, has been sneaking around lately, and I think it’s because he is about to propose! He has made strange phone calls, and when I grabbed his phone yesterday, he quickly snatched it back, probably because he is making wedding plans on it!
I wake up with a smile, feeling all excited when Gustaf’s alarm goes off at six o’clock in the morning on a normal Saturday. It’s singing the tune of Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance, and even though I’m thrilled to start our weekend together, the song is beginning to give me a headache.
“Babe...” I whine in a tired voice as I desperately try to reach for the phone to turn off the terrorizing alarm. “It’s time to get up.”
Gustaf groans and flips around, hiding his face in the pillows. “Five more minutes...”
I snort and am about to put down his phone, but something compels me to press on the messenger bubble. It leads to a group conversation called, “My slut of a wife—VIP subscribers chat,” and I can feel the oxygen leaving my lungs.
What the fuck is this?
As my eyes scan the contents of the chat, I finally realize what I am looking at.
You’ve got to be shitting me!
It’s a private group for fans of “my slut of a wife,” which is a role I am starring in without knowing. Every single GIF in the chat is of me naked, and there are even some videos of Gustaf spanking me in our bed—I had no idea he filmed us having sex! So this is what he has been hiding from me and why he never lets me look at his phone even to check the time!
My cheeks grow hot as I continue reading, my blood boiling.
Fred the wanker: I’m sure you’ve heard the news, but I will say it again: The man who is starring with Madison is actually her boyfriend. It’s so juicy!”
My heart flatlines as I read the other comments.
Bob: You think this hoe has sex with other people? I would love to tap that ass.
Jimmy: You could ask the husband. I can tell the wife is a slut just by looking at her having sex. Those moans? Fuck me, she is more vocal than the prostitutes working downtown. I bet she would be down to fuck someone else.
Freddy: Does she know that her husband is sharing these videos lol?
Jimmy: Does it look like he cares?
Freddy: No, LOL! And besides, I need Slut wife in my life. I came so hard jerking off to her jiggle tits yesterday. Best video ever. You should fuck her more often without a bra.
I can’t breathe. I feel dizzy, and my heart is beating so fast that I think I am going to have a heart attack. I stumble out of bed and into the hallway.
No, no, no, this can’t be happening to me. How could Gustaf do this to me? I trusted him!
I stumble into the kitchen, tears streaming down my face like molten lava—hot trails of pain that scorches my cheeks. My throat is thick with emotion and I can’t draw a single breath.
With trembling hands, I grab a glass of water and chug it down while standing over the sink, trying to calm myself down. But the images and words from the chat replay in my mind over and over again, like a never-ending nightmare.
I feel violated, betrayed, and humiliated.
How could Gustaf film me without my consent? How could he share these intimate moments with strangers? And worst of all, how could he label me as his slut?
I’ve been his girlfriend for over four years now, and he treats me like trash.
This is...so...horrible...
I’m not even sure if there are words to describe how I feel. I can’t stand how violated I am, and I wish I could just crawl into a hole and disappear.
“Madison?” I hear Gustaf call from our room, and I use whatever energy I have left to just walk into the hallway and get the hell out of the apartment.
Sadly, I never make it very far.
A hand grabs mine and pulls me back inside the hallway. I crash into Gustaf’s chest, and he growls. “What the fuck, Madison? Why did you ignore me when I called your name? And where are you going?!”
Tears prickle behind my eyelids, and I mumble. “Y-you’re hurting me.”
Gustaf still doesn’t let go of my arms. “Answer. The. Fucking. Question.”
I lift my face to his. “I was going out.”
“Why?”
My lips tremble. “B-because it’s nice weather outside?”
“Liar, you saw the phone, didn’t you?” There is a wicked gleam in his eye right now, and a malicious smile spreads over his lips. “The slut chat was open, and I believe you’re the one who looked at it.”
Before I can answer, he closes the door and pushes me into the wall, pinning me there with his lower body. There is a fat bulge in his pants, and he laughs above me.
“So, did it turn you on to see all those men lusting over you, Madison? I bet it did. You’ve always sought attention—you’re even doing it now by wearing that v-shirt.”
My eyes water. “No, it did not turn me on!”
“I don’t believe you,” Gustaf laughs and presses me harder against the wall and cups my chin with one hand to then angle it to force me to look at him. “I think you were wet and horny when you saw that chat of men, which is okay, Madison. You don’t have to hide how you feel because if you are in on this, it will make my life so much easier. We can start planning live shows for you and drag in so much money.”
“Live shows?” I choke.
He doesn’t even notice that he is squeezing my wrists so hard that it stings.
Gustaf just continues. “Yes, I have a lot of fans. I could be the next Hugh Hefner, the next porn star. But of course, we will start with you. You already have a good body, and you’re a slut, so this is a match made in heaven. This will be your retirement plan. You’re going to do whatever I say, and if you criticize it, I will make your life a living hell. Got it?”
Oh my god, he is actually crazy.
“I-I’m not in on this! And I’m not a slut!”
“Don’t you lie to me, Madison! You want to be my slut.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Now that you’re a video star, you want to be a real-life porn star, don’t you? Think of all the money. Imagine how many people you can fuck, Madison.”
Tears fall from my eyes. “I don’t want to be a porn star! And I am not your slut!”
He laughs at me. “No? Did you, or did you not have the best orgasm of your life when I called you my little slut in bed?”
My eyes widen. “But that was only between us! We were role-playing in bed, Gustaf! I don’t want this in real life!”
“Well, I do.”
I shake my head. “No, Gustaf, please. Don’t do this to me. Please delete those GIFS and the videos and let’s just forget this ever happened. Please!”
"No can do, Madison," he murmurs. “I’m earning too much money to stop this now.”
I clench my eyes shut, not wanting to see what is going on right now. “If you keep blackmailing me, I-I will call the cops.”
“And say what? That your boyfriend is an asshole? Because in the videos, it looks like you’re very much into it.”
My head starts spinning. “Please, Gustaf. Stop this. I’m begging you...”
“You’re begging? Good. Now beg for my cock,” he whispers in my ear.
“Gustaf, please. Don’t do this. I’m not in on it, I swear!”
“Don’t you lie to me, Madison. You—” Gustaf trails off to the sound of his phone ringing. He glances over his shoulder and then makes a “Tssk” sound before releasing me. “I will be right back. Stay where you are.”
I give him a nod, but as soon as he is in the other room, I bolt out through the door.
It doesn’t matter that I haven’t packed anything. Everything inside the apartment reminds me of Gustaf, and I want nothing to do with him. I want to go incognito and tap my brother’s number into my phone while racing down the stairs.
My brother Stanley and I are close, but our relationship has suffered since he doesn’t like Gustaf. But now, I need him more than ever. Stanley and I might not have talked in forever, but if I want to move and start over, he is the answer.
Stanley’s best friend, and my childhood crush, is none other than Victor Giovanni. I haven’t seen him in years, but I’ve now sunk so low I might have to ask Stanley to ask him if he needs a private chef or something.
It might be desperate, but I need to get out of here!
I call my brother, and he answers immediately.
“Hey, Mads, I was wondering when you would call me again,” Stanley says, sounding happy.
I can’t keep the tears from coming. I’m walking quickly away from the apartment, afraid that Gustaf might come for me at any moment. “Stan...I need your help.”
There is silence for a while before he growls. “What the fuck did that bastard do? It’s Gustaf, right?!”
I take a deep breath and enter another apartment building for shelter. “Yes, and I need a place to escape to. I need somewhere to go.”
“You can come here,” Stanley says in a soft tone. “Are you crying?”
“Yes…” I don’t even bother to deny it. “Gustaf is terrible, but I will tell you more about that later. I would love to go there, but I don’t have any money or a car,” I cry louder and laugh at how pathetic I am. “Shit, I can’t stop crying. This is so embarrassing and so not me. I don’t react like this. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
I nod even though he can’t see me. “I have to get away from Gustaf. He is a piece of shit and fucking crazy.”
“Glad we both agree on that,” Stanley says in a dry tone. “And I will see if I can have someone pick you up. Just go and sit at a coffee shop meanwhile, and I will call you back, okay?”
“Okay,” I smile despite the situation. “You’re the best.”
“I know,” I can hear his smile through the speaker. “I’m the best brother there is, and I will take care of you, Mads. A couple of phone calls and I’m sure I can even offer you a new job in the big city.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but...you would have to work as a chef for Victor. I’m so sorry, Mads, but he is the only person I know with an insane amount of wealth. I’m sure he would hire you, though, especially if I explain to him what happened.”
I laugh. “You don’t even know what happened.”
“I know that your ex-boyfriend is an asshole, and that’s all I need to know, okay?”
“Okay.”
“By the way, does Gustaf know that you left?” Stan asks me.
“No,” I’m fleeing from him. “And I don’t want to confront him about it, or he might not even let me leave. He is crazy.”
“What did he do?”
“I will tell you about it later. Just get me out of here, please.”
“Alright, alright, I will fix a ride for you, but once you’re here, we will discuss this in private, okay? I need to know what he did.”
“Yes, I will tell you everything.”
“Good, now stay safe.”
“I will.”
We both hang up, and I decide to go to a coffee shop so that I can get myself together. But the memory of what Gustaf said keeps haunting me, and remembering his face when he said I was a slut sends a tremor through me.
My ex-boyfriend is crazy.
MadisonIt's been a week since I fled from my ex-boyfriend Gustaf and moved in with my brother Stanley. He owns a large flat, and I was given the guestroom. It's not the largest room, but I'm more than grateful for my brother's hospitality.Stanley is helpful, perhaps a little too helpful since he is already trying to get me hired by Victor Giovanni. There is no secret that our childhood friend is the wealthiest man in the city, and not only does he own hotels, but he also owns the restaurants associated with them. Since I'm a brilliant chef, my brother wants me to work at one of them."Hold on. Are you being serious right now? Do you really think that I can handle filling in for Victor's head chef at his famous restaurant?" I ask my brother in disbelief. I'm extremely skeptical about this assignment."Well, you needed a job, right? This is your chance to prove yourself. Victor is understaffed and desperate, Mads. He would take anyone, but since you're talented, you might have a chanc
"Maddie?" Victor repeats. "Is that really you?I nod, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. It's been years since I've seen Victor. He was my brother's friend that I had this embarrassing crush on, and now he is my boss. The irony of the situation isn't lost on me."You've changed," he says, his eyes scanning my face. "You look different.""I've grown up," I say, my voice steady even as my heart races. "It's been a long time."Victor nods, his eyes narrowing. "Why didn't you tell me who you were when you first started working here? You could have told me your name in the elevator."I shrug, feeling a little defensive. "I wanted to prove myself based on my own merit. I didn't want to be judged based on who I used to be."Victor nods. His expression is unreadable. "I can understand that, but you should have told me. It's not fair to keep something like that from me.""I'm sorry," I say, my voice quiet. "I didn't mean to deceive you."Victor stares at me intently as if he is tryi
MadisonAfter a long day working in the kitchen, I’m exhausted. Working at Victor’s fancy restaurant was exactly what I expected: hectic and stressful. Yet the work isn’t what got my heart pounding a mile a minute. The phone call I received from Gustaf yesterday is the reason behind my tiredness.I didn’t sleep at all last night.The anxiety of Gustaf coming to find me prevented me from falling into a peaceful sleep. And whenever my eyes would close, nightmares snared me like a deer caught in a trap in the woods. I honestly think I woke up a billion times, drenched in a cold sweat and tears not far away. It was a terrible night, and needless to say, something needs to be done about the Gustaf situation.“Hmm...” I hum to myself while holding up a book named, “How to stop worrying about your stupid ex-boyfriend,” that I found at the store.“Okay…aha…I see…” I tap my chin while thinking, and then I speak out loud—I never claimed to be perfect. “It says I need something from my ex-boyfri
MadisonVictor doesn’t say a word while I tell him about Gustaf and the chat that I found on his phone. He just stares at me with his intense, calculating gaze. It’s impossible to know what he is thinking, and I swallow thickly.Does he even think my situation is serious?I try to gauge his reaction, but his expression gives nothing away. It’s as if he is lost in his own thoughts, but then I see his jaw thick, and I know he is listening.I continue talking, finishing my story before taking a deep breath. Victor is stroking his chin between his thumb and forefinger, his piercing blue eyes as intense as ever.Then in a calm tone, he asks. “So your ex-boyfriend spread your nudes all over the internet?”For some reason, I shiver. Victor is calm, but there is no denying the murderous glare on his face. Is he angry at me or at Gustaf? I can’t tell, and it frightens me. I don’t remember Victor ever being violent, but he is a grown man now, and all his muscles are tense.I nervously lick my l
Madison"Oh my god, you shot a hole through the fucking wall!" I think I might actually pass out. Stanley is going to murder us both once he sees that we have ruined the apartment.Victor groans. "I'm so sorry! It was an accident!""Stanley is going to flip!" I drag my fingers through my hair while pacing the hallway. "First, the kitchen floor, and now there is a hole in the freaking wall! Why do you have a fucking gun in the shower?!""To defend myself!" Victor whines, looking as upset and nervous as I feel. "And I can pay for the damage!""Why the fuck will you need to defend yourself in the shower?" I'm still confused."Because...you...I don't know. It doesn't matter, okay?""Whatever, but what do we do until you have paid someone to fix it? Stanley will have to live with that hole now!""Uhh...wait!" Victor holds up a finger, and his eyes glimmer in that dangerous way that tells me he has an idea. "What if we move a painting to the bathroom?""That is the most stupid idea that...n
Madison "Ungh...what time is it?" I groan and slowly open my eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight filtering in through my window. It sounds like someone is searching through the cabinet in the kitchen, and there is music on low volume. That must have been what woke me up. Suddenly, I hear Victor mutter under his breath, “Damn it!” I stifle a laugh at victor cursing like a sea captain and sit up in bed. Is he cooking breakfast for us? I experimentally sniff the air, catching a whiff of something delicious. My stomach grumbles, and I immediately begin searching the floor for clothes. Even though I've known Victor since the beginning of time, I want to look presentable and pretty…is that silly? Probably. Blushing at my own stupid thoughts, I head out of my room, following the scent of sizzling bacon like a bloodhound. I can already imagine the taste of fresh coffee on my tongue and the imagination makes my tongue salivate—so does the view of the gorgeous man standing by the stov
VictorI pull up outside of the apartment complex and scowl at the disgusting state of it. Tony sure doesn't know how to take care of it, even though he took a large loan to renovate the place. I wonder where all that money went.Meh, it doesn't matter where they went. Tony's time has run out, and that's all I care about now.I walk up the dingy stairwell, walking straight to apartment 3B. "Want me to break the door down, Boss?" Marco asks. "Nah, no need to be rude." I shake my head and knock on the door gently.After a moment, the door opens slightly, revealing a young man with greasy hair and bloodshot eyes. He looks nervous as he peeks out at us."Who are you?" he asks, his voice shaking slightly."I'm here to see Tony," I reply, giving him a warm smile.The young man hesitates, eyeing me warily. "Tony's not here," he finally says.I arch an eyebrow. "Is that so? Mind if I come in and wait for him?"The young man looks like he's about to refuse, but then he seems to think better
MadisonFucking A. How am I supposed to serve this customer ice cream when all the damn ice cream is gone from the small freezer? I’m shit-outta luck!I step away from the empty freezer, positing what other choice I have when a brilliant idea strikes down from the sky. What about the big freezer? Usually, it’s always locked, so there is no way of knowing what mysteries lay within. And what would you know? There is no lock on it this morning!I walk over to the big freezer, placing my hand on the handle. But right when I’m about to open the door, a large hand clamps down on my shoulder, startling me.I turn around and find myself face-to-face with Victor’s glittering eyes. They seem to convey a silent warning, though he remains calm on the surface as he effortlessly pulls me away from the freezer.“It’s prohibited for members of my staff to enter the big freezer. I usually keep it locked at all times.”“Oh?” I arch an eyebrow. “Why is it forbidden?” I ask, daring him to answer.Victor’