The perfect welcone back

**Madison****

“You have reached Mr Manson for the day, please leave a message and I will call back” my dad’s line goes directly to voicemail.

“Dad, can you come pick me up, it’s been three hours already” I say back before closing my phone.

Seven years I had been away and this is how I got welcomed back.

My phone vibrated and just before I could pick it up the black Bentley pulled up right in front of me.

My words got stuck in my throat when the familiar figure that I had numerous video calls with over the years stepped out of the car, he had the warmest smile, his appearance had changed over the years, the last time I saw him , he didn't have a full mustache.

Madison, my fathers yells and even before he could finish, I jumped into his arms.

“Oh my god baby ” dad said, pulling away from the hug as I slipped down from his hold and he held my face with both arms. “ You've grown into a woman and you look just like her” he says with a hint of sadness in his voice.

The sudden wave of emotions hit me but still I struggled to hold the tears as I turned away from him while he picked up my box and put it into the car while I got into my seat.

Dad got into the car and would stop talking about how much he missed me and how much he wanted me to take over and how much my stepmom was dying to meet me. I knew that was a big fat lie, that bitch hated me with her life.

It didn’t take long before my father pulls up at the familiar mansion that held so many memories, the place I had grown up.

My eyes goes to the left and I noticed that my mothers garden was gone.

“I’m sorry Maddison but Abigail didn’t want it there anymore” my dad says seeing the look on my face.

“That was my mothers garden, the least you could do is keep it for my sake”

Not today please ” he cuts me off as we made way right into the mansion and just right there and then I saw the evil bitch of a step mother approaching us, the moment she see me her face turns into a warm smile.

“ Madison, it’s so good to see you again ” she says excitedly as she tries to hug me but instead I give her that look and she halts on the spot as my father cast me a disappointed look but I didn’t give a fuck then and I wouldn’t now.

My stepmom and dad hugged.I didn’t wait for any of that, I took the familiar route straight to my room.

The next six hours went by in total horror and I wouldn’t stop texting my best friend about how miserable I felt and even though Aria was more excited about seeing me after seven years. I was bombarding her about how miserable I was being in this mansion again.

Dinner was served and for the first time in years I was having dinner with my family. My dad sat beside my step mom and I sat opposite them.

“Madison, I know you have just returned but I don’t feel like it’s okay keeping this from you anymore” Abigail my step mom whispers whilst grabbing my dad's hands.

My gaze fell on my dad and the guilty look on his face almost sent me crashing. “ Dad, what’s going on?”

My dad signs before pulling himself up and keeping his gaze on me. “ Abigail and I think you aren’t old enough to run the company.

What? The words slipped out as my grip on the fork tighten more while I kept my gaze focused on my father.

Madison, I know you’re so mad right now but you’re just 23 and fresh out of college, you don’t have the experience.

“Dad, I’m a major in business administration and I had a fucking company before you asked me to return to take over and you decide not to because this bitch says so . That company belongs to mom too and you are just going to hand it over to someone else?

My fathers face fell and I watched the anger appear. “You would speak to my wife with respect.” he yelled in the most thunderous voice.

“You know what” I say standing up from the chair as I pull it back. “ You and your wife can rot in hell” I yelled at them as I started walking out of the house ignoring my dad yells and screams as I texted Aria while holding myself from bursting into tears.

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Aria stood beside the bartender whispering something into his ears, the boy smiled and she grabbed the drink and headed back towards me giving me a glass. “ you’re going to make my day ten times worse if you keep up that face” she says pouting her lips

I ignored her as I took the drinks and glumped it down in a second keeping away the sick feeling in my heart. The fact that my dad is still being controlled by the woman is literally the worst feeling ever. He replaced her like she never even existed, like she was never the love of his life and I was just supposed to be fine with that.

“Come on baby, let’s dance” aria yells at me in the loud music and soon I was moving my body and dancing away my sorrows. It didn’t take long before Aria totally disappeared and I left all by myself. The drinks were hitting hard and the only thing I could do was how to get over the sick feeling.

As I danced my eyes caught the unfamiliar pair of eyes staring at me from the rare view of the vip area, he wore a well fitted suit, his dark hair was styled to perfection but the man staring right at me looked older even older than my father but the thought of that made it exciting.

I moved my waist and danced even more ignoring his face while the drinks hit even harder Before the music stopped I was tumbling down the restroom to wash my face.

I got right into the rest room, splashing a little water on my face before raising my head and the reflection on the mirror almost sent me crashing.

“What the fuck , this is women restroom” the words died on my throat as I looked at him.

Seeing him closer was worse, sharp jawline, blue eyes and even as he walked closer he smelt of old money and whiskey, on the right side of his face was a straight mark like a scar but that only made him beautiful.

I leaned back against the wash as I grabbed the only thing I could find, a nail file as I moved closer to him ignoring the pounding noise in my chest.

He stopped right in front of me and I pressed it against his neck as our eyes locked “ if you think you can hurt me, I would run this thing down your throat in an instant”

He didn’t respond but instead he held my hands and slowly lowered it from his neck as this smuggled look appeared on his face.

I stare at the man old enough to be my father but I don’t say a damn word but. I felt his hands reach for my neck as he grabbed it slightly, not too hard and definitely not too soft, just enough to make me feel the sudden wetness inbetween my legs.

I don’t know what happened next. All I felt was the warm lips on mine. I didn't hesitate and I didn't move away and I kissed him back as he pushed against the cold tiles.

He slowly pulled pulled away as I let out a frustrated breathless sigh until I feel his tounge on my neck.

“You smell good” he whispers in this deep Russian accent that sent chills down my spine but yet I don’t move away but I kissed him again until the throbbing and want inbetween my legs were hard enough to make me desperate.

The man pulls me back to face the wall as the little skirt I had worned pulls up giving him a slight view as I pushed my ass against him.

He grabbed my breast with one hand and the other rubs across my thighs . “ I love lace” he hummed against my neck.