Chapter 21 Madi, I have Feelings For You
MADISON POV
The next day, I woke up with Cohen looking at me.
I stretched, and that gesture made him give a slight smile.
"You're so beautiful," he said, running his fingers across my face.
Oh, I must look just like the girl from the exorcist.
He throws his head back, bursting into laughter.
"Your mood seems great today, it looks even better," he said.
Yes, you helped me a lot, thank you so much.
Look, Madi, know that I'll always be here for you, I'll protect you, and I want what's best for you more than anything.
I don't understand why you want to protect me so much.
"I already said it's complicated. When I first met you, I mean, I still had—that intention to leave after everything but after I saw you in a different light, I started to develop feelings—" He moves closer
"I like you, Madi not as a client, I really like you."
I step back a little, looking into his dark, sincere eyes.
You can't like me, and you know it.
And why not?
You're amazing, Madi.
Men might find you wonderful in bed, but I know you beyond that.
You're more than that.
That's the problem, you see? I'm not for you.
I'm a prostitute; that's my reality.
I'm not worthy of anyone.
Hey, look at me, you're wonderful, and I don't care if you're a prostitute, I know you do it because you have to.
I know a lot of things, Madi, and that makes me like you even more and want to get you out of all this even more.
But the point now is that I want you to let me into your heart and take away this pain you are feeling so much.
"I don't know, I really..." He interrupts me.
Just let me try, Madi.
Cohen kisses me gently, and even though I'm somewhat reluctant, I let myself be carried away by the kiss, allowing myself to forget everything and enjoy it.
His tender touches make me smile.
Cohen kisses my neck, and I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of his warm mouth on my skin.
His hands slide down my body, squeezing and rubbing every curve beneath my dress.
Soon, he slowly removes my dress, careful with every hard movement, tending to me as if I could shatter like glass in his hands.
Then he takes off his suit jacket and trousers, standing naked before me.
Time and time again I saw Cohen like that; his strong, well-defined arms and muscular physique showed that he was no ordinary businessman.
I want to make love to you, Madi.
I don't want quick or wild sex.
I want it slow, I want to give you pleasure, I want to transmit this feeling that's inside me so you can feel it too.
I've never made love before; every man I've been with has been rough and quick sex.
Never has the word "love" in a sentence felt so strange, yet at the same time so welcome.
He kisses me again while I hold my hair and caress it during the kiss.
He takes advantage of the moment and, since he had already put on a condom, slowly enters me in rhythm with the kiss.
"That's good," I whisper as he rests his forehead against mine.
Cohen smiled and continued fucking me back-and-forth, looking at me, his mouth slightly open and our breaths mingling.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and he thrust deeper, making me moan.
Incredibly, I'm feeling pleasure, but a different kind of pleasure, not the same as what I feel with Dimitri.
This one is good, too good.
Cohen showered kisses all over my face and neck while continuing his slow thrusts, never taking his eyes off me.
We enjoyed this moment for a while until I couldn't take it anymore and cum.
I have to admit, that was special; I felt loved for the first time.
It's a shame the feeling isn't reciprocated.
If I could choose, I wouldn't hesitate for a second; he would be the man by my side but since the heart likes to play tricks on us, I'm one of its victims.
"Madi, that was incredible," he says, kissing my forehead.
It was incredibly wonderful.
Cohen laughs and kisses me again.
We need to take a shower.
I didn't want to leave, but I have a meeting in two hours.
Oh no, I don't want to leave here — I hide my head under the pillow.
Me neither, but I have to work, and you have to come with me, hurry up and get that pretty body out of there.
Cohen slaps my butt and I slap his arm before he goes into the bathroom.
While he's showering, I keep thinking.
Cohen is hiding something, and from what I understand, it involves me and now he says he likes me.
I'm getting more and more confused.
I don't know what to expect.
For a girl of my age, I've already been hurt too much, and I don't want that to happen again.
Oh my god, help me.
I'm ready to start the day.
Unfortunately, Cohen said Dimitri will be at this meeting, and I'm not at all ready to see him, but it's necessary.
I have to face the situation like a mature woman, even though I'm not; I have to pretend, or at least try.
When I arrived at the company, everyone was already in the meeting room, and I stayed by Cohen's side.
As we entered, everyone's eyes turned to us, which made me even more nervous.
Besides me, there were only four women present, and they all looked much older than me.
Ladies and gentlemen — Cohen greets them.
I wave to everyone, and that's when my eyes meet Dimitri's.
He looks exhausted, with a face like he's been drinking all night, but I don't care.
Sitting next to Cohen, I do everything I can to avoid looking at Dimitri.
The meeting stretches for about three hours; I don't know how they endure it, I was exhausted from sitting there.
When it finally ends, a wave of relief washes over me; I couldn't take it anymore.
"Are you okay?" Cohen asks, seeing that I look a little worn out.
"I'm starving," I tell Cohen, who smiles.
There are two of us, shall we go to an Italian restaurant? I know a really good one nearby.
Come on, nothing makes me happier than good food.
As we were getting on the elevator, Cohen brought up an issue he didn't want to touch on.
I noticed that Dimitri didn't stop looking at you during the entire meeting.
Really? I didn't notice — I said, trying to change the subject.
Yes, but let's not talk about him.
I want to take you to see the city, have some fun after lunch, what do you think?
"I think it's perfect," I say excitedly.
"You work too much, you really need to get out."
Spending an afternoon with Cohen will do me good; I want to remember the good things about this trip.