Bonus - The Billionaire's friends – Paul and Madison – Ten

Bonus - The Billionaire's friends – Paul and Madison – Ten
Madison’s POV

I 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 bubbling out of my chemise. I quickly uncrossed my arms.

“Too late,” Paul chuckled. “That can’t be unseen.”

“Do you like what you see?” I queried.

“Who wouldn’t?” Paul replied. “Even blind men think they are perfect.”

“Goof,” I laughed.

“So now that you talked me down from beating your dad to a pulp, what do you want to do?” Paul asked.

“Well, first,” I responded. “I want you to tell me why you freaked out and ended up pounding on my dad’s door.”

“Your text message went off. It was your dad,” Paul stated.

“Oh,” I whispered. I walked over to my phone, and there were four messages from my dad. I read them and gulped. I looked up at Paul and started tearing up. “I don’t know what to do, Paul. It seems to be getting worse.”

“The first thing you’re going to do is turn off your ringer and put your phone in the nightstand drawer,” Paul explained. “Then you’re going to join me on the balcony and enjoy the beautiful weather and sights. Do you know how to play cribbage?”

“Yes, I do,” I responded. “My mum and I play in a ladies' league.”

“Really?” Paul said, raising his eyebrow. “It is so on!”

Paul grabbed the cards and cribbage board and took them out to the balcony.

“Prepare to get your butt kicked by a girl, Paul,” I said, smugly.

Paul’s POV

I absolutely got my ass kicked by Madison. She mopped the floor with me.

“Sorry,” Madison said. “I didn’t mean to crush you.”

I let out a hardy laugh. “It’s ok. It’s nice to have some competition,” I grinned. “Everyone else is so bad at it.”

“Well, I guess it’s our thing then,” Madison said, smiling.

“Yes, our thing,” I replied.

Madison looked out at the grounds of the resort. “It’s so peaceful here,” she stated. “I wish I didn’t have to go home.”

“Me too, unfortunately, real life can’t be delayed,” I advised. “Do you want to lean on me?”

“I think I would like that,” Madison said, smiling. I adjusted myself on the couch so Madison could sit between my legs and lie back on my chest.

Madison settled into place, and it felt so natural. I’ve never felt this comfortable with someone so fast in my life. It’s like I’ve known her forever.

“Paul, if I share something with you, do you promise to keep it private?” Madison asked.

“Of course, you can tell me anything, and I would never betray your trust,” I assured her.

Madison gulped, “I was fourteen years old the first time it happened. I didn’t know what was going on. After it was over, I sat in the shower for two hours because I felt so dirty.”

I wrapped my arms around her.

“For two years, it happened on a weekly basis, until I was sixteen. Then my dad started using me for clients and colleagues. Half the time, I think I was drugged,” Madison sniffled. “When I turned eighteen, Daddy started filming us. He has the videos in a walk-in safe in his office. The number of videos turns my stomach. I’m so ashamed of them.”

“Madison, you are the victim in this,” I stated. “You have no reason to be ashamed. You were manipulated, degraded, and abused. You hold no responsibility in this.” I stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.

She sighed, “Thank you, Paul.”

“For what?” I asked.

“For everything. I didn’t know how to get out of the situation. In less than 24 hours, you pulled me to safety,” Madison expressed.

“Well, I was a lifeguard for years,” I chuckled. “It’s my job to rescue people who are drowning.”

“That’s exactly what it felt like,” Madison stated. “I was drowning in fear and shame. You cast me a life preserver. You’re so amazing.”

“No, you are the amazing one,” I declared. “You’re so brave to get out of the abuse and so courageous to tell me what happened.”

“I just feel so comfortable with you,” Madison revealed. “I’ve never felt this way with a man.”

“I know how you feel,” I agreed. “I’ve never felt so relaxed and close to a woman before.”

“Where do we go from here?” Madison asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I do think we need to take things slow to make sure you’re comfortable. Suppose we plan to have a relationship. The last thing I want to do is take advantage of you.”

Madison sat up and turned around to me. “You… you want to have a relationship with me?” She questioned.

“I want to try, see if it’s right for us,” I stated.

“I would like that very much,” Madison said, then she leaned in to kiss me.

It was a soft kiss, barely there, but the intensity and meaning of it was not lost on me. It was like Madison was bearing her soul, being totally vulnerable with me. For someone who had such mistrust in men, it meant the world to me, and my heart squeezed at the thought. I could get used to feeling like that forever.