Chapter 62 - Ethan

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I study Madeline's expression. She looks okay. I think she really is fine. And Geneva is nowhere to be seen. Guess Madeline handled her well.

We talk to some people, and now I'm ready to go. I want Madeline for myself. I miss to be inside her so goddamn much. 5 days in New York is more than enough. Next time she should come with me, I don't care.

We spot Kate and Derek. Kate looks at us and whispers something to Derek. Both of them excuse themselves and walk towards us.

"Mads, this is my fiancé Derek Adams. Honey, this Madeline Parker, my best friend," Kate says bubbly. She deliberately dismissed me, as always. This is my friendship with Kate. We are comfortable with each other, but it's just not as a couple.

"Since when does my girlfriend become your best friend? Last time I checked, you were her fan. Don't delusional, Kate," I say dryly. Derek chuckles. He knows Kate and I are good friends.

Kate jab her fiancé. "Someone said like that to your fiancé and you laughed?" She fakes her annoyance. Derek kisses her thoroughly that makes me and Madeline to look everywhere else but them.

"Now, you forgive me, princess?" Derek asks Kate while still holding her waist and cheek. Kate nods breathlessly.

I cough. "Excuse me. We are still here."

Both of them burst into laughter. Hmm, I can use Derek's way to soothe my girlfriend if she is mad at me. It works with Kate. Maybe it will work for Madeline, too.

"Sorry, Madeline. Hi, I'm Derek. Thanks for coming to our engagement. We expect you to come to our wedding in March. Okay?"

Madeline looks at me, and I smile. "If you want, we can go to their wedding. Uncle Joe said they will hold the wedding in Maui."

Madeline beams and looks at Derek and Kate. "Sure. We'd love to come."

"Perfect!" Kate squeals happily.

We chat for a while and I tell them we have to go. Kate and Derek walk with us to the ballroom door. "Too bad, Mads. I was a big fan of Madden."

Madeline blushes. I raise an eyebrow at Kate. "What is Madden?"

"The shipper of Madeline and Braden Starck called themselves Madden."

"What?" My eyes widen.

"Yes. Because it either that or Mads Bra, E" Kate says nonchalantly and I'm having an aneurysm.

***

It's good to be back home. By home, I mean sleeping with Madeline in my arms. I check my phone. It's 6 am. Wake up now and we can have sleepy morning sex or later and we can have a quickie in the bathroom?

My phone beeps before I decide what I want for this morning. Hall Media must be send me the picture from yesterday. Kate's engagement was big, so there were a lot of paparazzi waiting outside to take a picture of some famous person. I open it and my eyes widen. It's not from Hall Media, it's from my PR team.

It's Madeline and me. I remember this. After Kate told me about Madden (or was it Mads bra? Damn with that name!) I was a bit jealous. My inner caveman took control. I got in the car from the opposite side of Madeline. When she slid in, I pulled her without waiting for Jack to close the car's door. I kissed her while one of my hands crept inside her dress to her breast and the other one squeezed her ass. Well.. the paparazzi got the pic. It's a fucking perfect picture actually (but if I said this in front of Madeline, she will punch me right in the face, I think). It's written, 'Billionaire Ethan Hall couldn't wait to claim his girlfriend' at the headlines with red circles on my hands.

I can't help myself. From the very beginning, I cannot control myself in front of her. I study sleeping Madeline. My Madeline. I smile to myself. Forget the article. Sleepy morning sex it is. I put my phone on the coffee table and proceed with my action.

***

Okay, my girl is pissed with me right now. She crosses her arms and looks outside without sparing a glance at me at all.

"Sweetness." I try to touch her, but she avoids my touch.

"You did that on purpose! You realized Jack hadn't closed the door. And now you're having the picture as your lock screen. Jesus Christ, Ethan Hall!"

My fault! Should just put it in my gallery but I couldn't resist once I got the picture. And Madeline saw it like it is our sex pic. She said she wouldn't talk to me until I changed it. But the childish part of mine thinks I can do anything with MY phone's screen.

So, here we are sitting in the Bentley on our way to women's charity Madeline going to attend in silence. Afterwards, Jack will drop me in the office and come back to pick up Madeline.

"Sweetness, it's just a picture. And everyone knows we are a couple. And it's normal for us to have sex." Her face blushes by the time I said sex. It's funny how she can be so shy outside, and a vixen in the bed.

"Yes, it's normal. But can you imagine being me now? I'm going to meet many people in a few minutes, while this morning the picture of my boob and ass being groped by my boyfriend is in the headlines of some gossip rag magazine. Not to mention my pervert boyfriend put the picture on his phone's screen!"

"Well, I wouldn't say grope, though." I shrug. "You loved it when I squeeze your ass and boob. Yesterday in the car you were telling me to keep doing it. Actually, you said, 'harder Ethan' and 'don't you dare to stop' remember?" I remind her. Her voice is still fresh in my mind. Her face blushes violently and Jack chooses this time to arrive at Madeline's destination. She glares at me and goes out before Jack even opens the door for her.

Baby, my kiss!! She forgot to kiss me! That's our rules: kiss before leaving (I made it after we fought because I lied to her about Meredith and Christian). Damn! Should grab her before she flew out of the car and kiss her senseless like Derek did to Kate last night.

Jack and I go to the office while I'm busy ordering bouquet flowers for Madeline. Send to her later when she arrived in the Hall HQ. Oh, and with a sorry card.

"So, I guess Mei handled Geneva well?" Jack asks me. His eyes on the street.

"Yeah, I think so. From the way Geneva looked at us yesterday after they talked, and the way she went home early."

Jack nods. "She was filling her with some delusional in the Hall charity. I hope with this Mei will start filtering whatever people said to her. There will be another Geneva tried to attack her."

I agree with Jack. He found out what Geneva did to Madeline at the Roderick Malibu's toilet. I was so angry, I almost confronted Geneva. But he told me that Madeline is on her own way to find the truth and I need to trust her to handle this problem. Because Geneva is her problem. And I trust Madeline can take care of it. And I hope she can see things through. Life with me isn't as simple as her life before me. But Madeline is smart. This shouldn't be hard for her. And she always has me at her back.

***

Thanksgiving... When was the last time I was so excited like this for the holiday?

I watch Madeline. She's decorating the Christmas tree with the help from Paulo. She asked me to stay in my room until she finished it.

She forgave me for the picture from Kate's engagement after I sent her flowers and chocolates. Since she told me she loved 80% dark chocolate. Belgian. She was so happy I remember her favorite. Little does she know, I remember everything about her.

Don't forget, you finally changed the lock screen as well, Hall.. after she said she doesn't want to have sex with you until you changed it.

I look at my phone's screen. It's our selfie picture now. Madeline told me to change the 'grope' picture. I said I didn't have another picture to put there. I want it to be our picture. So she said let's take a selfie. And she surprised me when she counted to three and suddenly she kissed my cheek. So that's the picture. Selfie with Madeline kissing my cheek. She looked fucking adorable.

Madeline looks up at me from the staircase. She is decorating the top of the Christmas tree. "What are you thinking, Mr. Hall?" she asks me with her grin.

I chuckle. "You, Ms. Parker. Only you."

She blushes to the root of her hair. "Come down in 5 mins. I almost done," she says despite her blush. "Oh, and I left my presents for everyone in the room. Can you help me bring it down?"

"Okay, Sweetness" I smile and go to our room. Our... when I can say it out loud? Madeline doesn't want to move in with me yet. I'm willing to wait, but I'm getting antsy. I want no one like I want her. Sometimes it scared me too. The way she makes me feel, it's like she is the sun in my world. I can't live without her anymore.

I walk to the wardrobe, taking my presents for Madeline. She doesn't know I bought a gift for her. I grin at myself. I still remember I went to the store by myself to buy this. Few months before I met her, if you told me I will do this, the only answer was 'in your dream'. I also take the paper bags contain Madeline's gifts for everyone.

I walk to the staircase and see Madeline is climbing up the stairs. "You want to go upstairs? I thought you would wait for me there. I bring your stuff." I lift the paper bags.

"No, I'm coming to get you!" She beams at me. "C'mon!" She says excitedly. I link our fingers. We walk together.

"I want to cover your eyes with my hands to make it a surprise. But you are too tall." She pouts. "Your height ruins my plan."

I laugh and whisper to her, "you want to use the blindfold on me like yesterday I used it on you?" Her face blush violently. Yesterday, I blindfolded Madeline while I brought her to her climax.

"Stop!" She jabs me in the ribs. And then she tiptoes to whisper in my ear, "I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

Fuck me! I hold her waist. "Let's go back to our room before they are here."

"No!!" She laughs and pulls me to the Christmas tree.

"Tadaa," she says when we are close enough to the Christmas tree. She told she wants to decorate the Christmas tree, but I don't know what she did on it.

I look at the Christmas tree, and suddenly there is a lump in my throat. It's like an album. The memories of my life, of my family. A picture of when I was born, with my dad and mom, my grandparents, me when I was a kid, with Christian, with aunt Daisy, some of my parents' friends, I was a cheerful kid. The photos continue into my teenage life, and abruptly the memories stop. The tragedy in Hall family. It was when my dad died, my mom died. The next picture it was me now, the older me, I was posing for Forbes. The shape of my face is harder. No more a happy, jolly kid. There are some pics of me with Helen or Christian as well. I smiled in every picture, but for the sake of the photo. And the last few photos, there are Madeline and I. The picture when I kissed her in the charity, the one we posed for the Hall Magazine (the only interview we have exclusively about our relationship because the PR said people were curious about us, and it was good for The Hall image). There is also the one from Kate's engagement... and the last picture is the same one with the photo from my lock screen. The smiles are different. It's like I'm back to my cheerful expression again, with additional love every time I look at Madeline.

Every picture is in the Polaroid theme. There are some lights rounding the Christmas tree. The decoration is simple, but it's beautiful. My eyes hot. I face my girlfriend. She bites her lips while looking at me all the time.

"Say something," she whispers.

I'm speechless. So I do the next best thing I know. I kiss her thoroughly, there, under the Christmas tree she decorated for me.

I touch my forehead with her. My mouth forming the biggest smile. "What did I do to deserve you, Madeline Parker?"

She smiles happily, "I love you, Ethan Hall." And we kiss again under the Christmas tree.

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