Madison’s POVI walked out of the bathroom, and Paul was missing. I panicked. Where could he have gone?I heard banging outside in the hallway.“Open the fucking door, Franklin!” An angry voice yells.Shit. Is Paul banging on Daddy’s door?I quickly ran to the door and opened it; my suspicions were confirmed as I peered out.“Paul! What are you doing?” I asked, frantically.“Getting ready to beat the shit out of your father,” Paul stated, banging again on the door. “I’m not joking, Franklin, open the fucking door before I kick it down.”“Please get back in the room, Paul,” I pleaded, my voice cracking. “I’m begging you, Paul, please.”Paul breathed out and looked at me, standing in the doorway, sighed, and walked back to his room.“Damn you, Madison, and your voice of reason,” he smirked.I crossed my arms and held the door open for him to enter.As he passed by me, he looked down and gulped. I followed his gaze and noticed my crossed arms were pushing up my tits so they were almost b
Paul’s POVI’m literally seething as I storm away from the bar, dragging Madison behind me. If Madison hadn’t been there, I would not have stopped punching him until I ended him. Just thinking about what he has done to Madison makes my blood boil.“Ow, Paul, you’re hurting my wrist,” Madison whined.I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around, and kissed Madison hard on the lips. I just want to take all the vile memories and touches from her and replace them with passion and intimacy. I broke the kiss and grinned.“What was that for?” Madison asked, smiling.“You know the movie Men in Black?” I asked.“Yes, of course, it’s an iconic movie,” Madison replied. “What does that have to do with you kissing me?”“I’m hoping it’s like the Neuralyzer in the movie,” I stated. “I hope it makes you forget everything your dad ever said or did to you.”Madison threw her arms around me and took me in a tight hug. I hugged her back.“Why do you always know exactly what to say to make me feel better?”
Madison’s POVPaul is amazing. I can’t believe that someone knows my horrible truth but is still willing to support me. I would think no one would want such a damaged human being. I feel dirty and soiled. Used and discarded. Paul didn’t seem to care, though. What he was, though, was angry, so very angry. Angry that my father could do this to me. An intense anger that could lead him to do something stupid to my father. The problem was that he didn’t even know half of it. I was afraid to tell him all the sordid details. How could anyone learn to love someone so… broken.“Hey, so I was thinking,” Paul said, smiling. “That we need to have a plan. Hear me out.”“A plan?” I asked curiously.“Yes. We don’t want to raise suspicion where your father is concerned,” Paul stated. “So, welcome to your new boyfriend.” He said, pointing at himself.“What?” I said, shocked.“Yes, so when we return to New York, I will stay at your place once and a while, because sure as fuck, I am not leaving you alon
Madison’s POV“What do you mean, Paul?” I asked, feigning innocence.“Madison,” Paul said, scolding me. “You know what. Do you need me to say it?”“What are you talking about, Paul?” I said, nervously.“I heard your dad on the phone while he was on the balcony,” Paul stated.“Oh,” I said, lowering my head.Paul reached forward and lifted my chin so our eyes met. His blue eyes pierced my soul, as if they were searching for something, maybe answers.“It’s not your fault,” Paul attested.“I know,” I whispered.“Madison, it’s not your fault,” he repeated.I just closed my eyes.“Madison… it… is… not… your… fault,” Paul said, forcefully.The floodgate of my tears burst through. It’s as if the years of abuse were trying to escape my body. No one, not a single person, EVER cared to ask what was going on with me. Nobody knew. Now, finally, someone was on my side. The tears came hot and heavy. Then Paul did something I didn’t know my soul needed. He hugged me. He hugged me to keep the pieces o
Paul’s POVI am so stuffed I can barely move. Madison and I are the only people left on the upper deck — everyone kind of scattered to watch the sunset. We’re sitting together on the bench watching the sunset ourselves.“Oh gosh, I ate too much,” Madison sighed.“Me too,” I grunted. “I think I have a food baby.” I patted my stomach.“A Paul JR, huh?” Madison giggled.“You know, you have the cutest giggle ever,” I advised.“I don’t think I do,” Madison replied.“Well, I’m telling you that you do, so you have to believe me,” I stated.“I’m supposed to just blindly believe anything you say?” Madison asked.“Pretty much,” I joked.Madison laughed.“I’m just joking, of course,” I grinned.“Paul, can I ask you a question?” Madison asked.“Sure,” I responded.“What did you think of me the first time you met me?” Madison questioned.“You want the truth?” I spoke.“Yes, please,” Madison said, unsure of herself.“I thought you were stuck up, prissy, and whiny,” I replied.“Oh,” she said, lookin
Madison’s POVBy the time we got to the main deck, everyone was starting to eat lunch. It looked so good, but my father’s voice in the back of my head was speaking loud and clear. ‘Rich men don’t want fat wives, Madison.’ I took a bit of fish and a small amount of salad.“Is that all you’re eating, Madison?” Paul asked.“Yes, I’m trying to watch my weight,” I advised.“You burned more than that just snorkeling,” Paul told me. “Plus, you get more to eat, and I’ll watch your body.” He smirked.“Are you being naughty, Paul?” I asked, shyly.“What if I was?” Paul said, leaning against me and looking into my eyes.I gulped, “Ummm…”“Ummm, what, Madison?” He responded.“Ummm, I guess that would be good,” I said, smiling.“Good,” Paul nodded. “Now get a taco or I’ll hand-feed you myself.”“Ok, ok. Are you this pushy all the time?” I said, jokingly, and reached for a taco, putting it on my plate.“Nothing wrong with a little… pushing,” he smirked.“I’ll try to remember that,” I replied and th