Madison Awakening

“Alright, we will see you in a bit.” I say matter of factly and saunter away with Ashely, making sure he gets a good look at the fit of my dress.

“Girrrlll…..” I say to Ashely as we walk arm and arm, down the garden steps into the main party area. And we both giggle like teenagers, grabbing two more glasses of champagne from the girl by the steps.

“I know! What was that?! Madison, I think he really likes you.”

“He just wants to fuck later. And I will gladly oblige.” I respond with laughter.

Ashely gives me the side eye. “I don’t know if that’s all it is, but whatever you say. Anyway, I want to introduce you to a couple of industry heads that are looking to partner with schools for music education. I think they would be big money donors for you.”

“Thanks Ash! I didn’t even think of trying to make connections at this party. That’s why you’re a fucking boss.”

Ashely shakes her head. “Correction, I’m a fucking boss bitch! And thank you for bringing me along. This will be really helpful to build my clientele. Move your feet, I don’t want Jonathan looking for me if I don’t have you back to him in time.” She laughs but I know she is serious about Jonathan.  And I think she’s right.

 The DJ is blaring house beats and people are getting crazy on the monogrammed white dance floor that is surrounded in bright white lights strategically integrated into the  trees and between lavish golden decor. Ashely moves me over to the left side of the dance floor where there is a group of small tables of five men smoking cigars, surrounded by beautiful leggy women. They looked a bit like silicon valley nerds dressed as mobsters, I guess to fit the theme.  Ashely walks up to one with a red rose in his fedora.

“Blake! Blake! This is Madison Davis. Madison, this is Blake Rose. He is CEO of  Heavy Group Entertainment.” Blake taps the girl sitting on his lap to get up and stands to greet me.

“Nice to meet you Blake.” I say, as I reach my hand out. He grabs it firmly with a polite smile.

“Likewise, Madison. Where are you from?”

“I’m from BK, born and raised.”

“Me too. What part?”

Just as I was about to answer, I glanced to my left and see Jonathan with a model-esq  woman with black cascading hair, almond shaped eyes and full lips in a black plunging silk gown pressed up against him and her hands caressing his chest. 

Who the fuck is that?

“I’m sorry, what did you ask me? It’s so loud.” I stammer trying to refocus after the shock of seeing my date in the arms of another woman. An especially beautiful one at that.

“I said what part of BK are you from?”

“I’m from Fort Greene, pre-hipster.” I say with a laugh and a beaming smile.  

After about an hour, I was done schmoozing. I was still boiling internally about what I saw and Ashely could tell something was up with me.  Grabbing more champagne we sit in a relatively quiet area to catch our breath.

“I think we hit everyone we needed. Now, you want to tell me what’s wrong? I tried to get you back to Jonathan but you didn’t want to hear it. What’s up?” Ashely says with concern.

I shake my head. “It’s not a big deal. I just saw some bitch all over Jonathan. He’s not my boyfriend, and shit is a wrap after tonight so…”

“What girl?” And Ashely whips her head around looking for a clue. I look around not seeing Jonathan but I find the mystery woman to the far right of the dance floor.

“The chick in the black silk gown and the black gloves to the right.”

Ashely turns to the right, spotting her quickly and nods her head in recognition then purses her lips together.

“That is Antonella Vincenza. She’s an Italian socialite and heir to the Martinello Leather empire. If the rumors are true, she and Jonathan used to date. Now, she just parties HARD around the city. No worries girl, I’m sure it was nothing. You want another drink?”

“No, I think I’m going to run to the ladies room and touch up. You wanna come?”

“Actually, I think my boss just showed up. I better find him so I can start enjoying myself. Catch up with you in a bit.”

“Okay girl, meet me by the bar when you’re done.”

“Are you going to go find Jonathan?”

“Eventually…” I say with a shrug and stand up with a slight wobble. All the drinks are catching up to me.

“You good?” Ashely asked.

I straighten up and steady my feet. “I’m fine. Go. I’ll see you in a bit.”

I turn and start heading back towards the house, up the stairs and go inside to find the bathroom. I walk past the butler’s kitchen and I see Jonathan across the way, drink in hand and talking to some people. He smiles when he sees me but I look right through him and head down the hallway. I must have made a wrong turn because I ended up in a bedroom. I take solace in having a moment of peace and sit on the chaise in front of the bed. 

Then I hear a knock on the door and panic. Before I can get up to answer it, Jonathan walks in, closing the door behind him softly. The room is dark but the light from outside streams in so I can see his face is pensive. The sight of him this close, causes a slow boil inside me. I decide to talk first.

“I was looking for the bathroom and got lost.” I say with a clear edge to my tone. 

He doesn’t move and just stands in front of the door across from me.  

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” I say curtly.

“Okay. So you clearly are not fine, so what’s the issue?” He responds and starts to move slowly towards me. I stand up and prepare myself.  I’m going to have to tell him what I saw and it will not be civil.

I take a deep breathe to control my tone. “Why did you bring me here?” 

“I wanted you to meet my friend and keep me from punching his husband on his birthday. I thought I was clear about that when I asked you.” He says calmly. 

And that only makes me madder.

“Listen Jonathan, if you brought me here to make your ex jealous, that is bullshit. I didn’t get dressed up to watch some BITCH put her fucking hands all over you. You’re not my man but I’ll be damned if I let you disrespect me!” I shout.  

At first, he is taken aback by my outburst and then I see a smile creep across his face. And that sets all the Brooklyn in me loose.

“I’m sorry, what did I say that was so fucking funny?! I know that I’m nobody here but you WILL NOT make me look stupid. You fucking her too?!” I yell even louder.

In a blink, Jonathan closes the space between us and looks down at me as my nostrils flare and can feel the anger radiating off me.

He takes a deep breath and quietly says, “First, you are not nobody. Second, I would NEVER bring you here for something like that, let alone your friend. What you saw was a desperate, coked out, mess of a woman thinking she has power over me that she doesn’t. I went looking for you and she basically jumped at me. Please don’t be mad….” He coos and diffuses all my anger. 

He caresses my cheek and leans in for a kiss. At first it’s chaste and sweet, as I taste the bourbon on his lips. The sweetness of his words and the tenderness of his touch makes my core begin to pulse and I pull him in to deepen our meld.

All the fight in me becomes a need for him. He grabs my hips and pulls me tightly into him, so I can feel his need for me. Then his hands slide down and begin to pull up the hem of my dress. I groan into his mouth trying to bring myself back to reason.

“What are you doing? Someone might come in.” I say breathlessly in between his kisses.

“Door’s locked. And I’ve been waiting all night to have you to myself. I saw you too, surrounded by those guys. I didn’t like it. So I want to give you a bit of a reminder…” 

As he continues to kiss me, he pulls my dress high enough to pull down my thong and then follows its descent, down my legs, and onto his knees. I’m panting quietly as I feel the slickness at my core build, as he gently sits me down on the chaise. He pushes open my knees, never breaking eye contact, then licks his lips. I watch as he dips his head and slides a finger inside me and I let out a deep sigh in the pleasure of his touch. 

“Mmmm…always ready….”

Then he dives down in between my legs and starts to go to work. Kissing, sucking and swirling my clit and manipulating me from the inside. I bite down on my lip to keep quiet. The naughtiness of the being in secret and having him on his knees, heightens the pleasure.

I wrap my hands around his head and pull him closer, which encourages Jonathan’s efforts. Moaning loudly, I can feel my core begin to tighten and I know he can feel it too. That’s when he sucks hard on my clit and inserts another finger pushing upward. I cry out and explode arching my back, then fall back on the bed behind me in ecstasy.

I lay there eyes closed, breathing hard, and I hear Jonathan stand up then sit next to me. I attempt to sit up but only make it to my forearms. I lift my head to face Jonathan with his shit eating grin. Even in the shallow light I can see he is feeling pretty smug.

“Feeling proud of yourself, are we?” I say mockingly.

“I think the real question is are you proud of me, but I think your body gave me your answer.” He responds matter of factly.

Cocky fuck…

I finally get myself to a fully seated position and realize I really need to pee now.

“Is there a bathroom here?”

“Yeah, it’s the second door on the left. Do you need help?”  He asks as he reaches down and grabs my discarded panties off the floor with a sexy smirk.

“That would be a no. We need to get back out there before someone notices you’re gone. Plus I really need to pee.”

And I snatch my panties out of his hand, grab my clutch and bounce off to the bathroom. I can hear him laughing behind me.

I find the bathroom and finally get some relief. Once done, I walk to the vanity and find a washcloth to attempt to wash the sex off me.

I can’t believe I just let him do that to me.

I look in the mirror to find my eyes shining, hair crazy and lipstick smeared.  I check my phone and see I missed a text from Ashely saying she was leaving to go to her boss’ house and she’d meet me back home.

How long have we been in here?

I text her back that I’ll be over at Jonathan’s before heading home. I fix my makeup and hair,  put my panties back on and readjust my dress.  I do a twirl in the mirror, to make sure I don’t look like I was just devoured, and smile knowing Jonathan is all mine on the final night of my Hamptons holiday.