18. Chapter 18 The Distance Between Us.
Chapter 18: The Distance Between Us.
Madison
I miss him.
I miss Killian.
When I returned home, it was a heated argument.
"What were you thinking?!" Nathan yelled.
Honestly, I neither cared about nor understood why he was so upset.
I had sex, so what?
Nathan did it many times, didn't he?
So why was it such a bad thing just because he and I did the same thing?
I wanted to ask him the questions that bothered me regarding the unjust anger toward me.
But I chose to be silent.
Nathan did the same thing.
Maybe it was time that I stopped yelling or snapping at him. Maybe I should just try seeing it from his angle.
He kept his younger sister in the hands of his best friend, whom he had known for almost his entire life.
'Said friend was meant to keep sister out of trouble,' which he did to an extent.
Now, neither his friend nor sister told him about the possibility of something blossoming between them. They kept him entirely out of the loop, assuring him that his sister was in safe hands and that he had little to nothing to worry about.
Now, he returned and found 'said friend and sister were half naked and about to do the dirty.'
How was he supposed to react?
Nope, I couldn't see why he was so upset even after I'd tried putting myself in his shoes.
Fine. I could see it, but I refused to accept it. What was so wrong about it?
At least it was with Killian.
What if it was with a stalker?
"Why aren't you saying anything?" he asked, still fuming with rage.
Almost a week has passed, and I still say nothing about the Killian case.
He just had to choose this Tuesday of all days to remember the case.
My silence is probably what's still causing the attachment to the case.
"I don't know what to say," I admit, hoping that it will stop him or even quell his anger. But it doesn't work.
"You don't know what to say?" he echoes, a wry chuckle escaping him. "Out of all the moments you could have been silent, you pick now to have nothing to say?"
"What exactly do you want me to say?" I ask. "I'm sorry for fucking Killian?"
It's the wrong question to ask, and he's seething again, but I don't care.
"Maybe that's what I want you to say," he replies.
"I'm sorry for fucking Killian," I apologize. "Can I go now?"
"Don't mock me."
"What do you fucking want?!" I yell. "I've kept quiet. I've apologized. I haven't even snuck out of the house yet. But you're still upset about that? What's wrong about doing it with Killian, anyway?"
"He was supposed to watch you and not do anything else," he reminds me.
"You left two single adults in a confined situation, and you expected nothing to happen?" I raise a brow and continue, "I think you're just upset that you didn't anticipate human instinct to take over."
"Don't get sassy with me," he warns. "I don't want to believe that the two of you are incapable of self-control."
I look away, responding, "What's so wrong about it? Your anger is mismatched. All I did was…"
"All you did was sleep with him. You're not supposed to sleep with him. He's my best friend," he explains. "Also, he's sixteen years older. The age gap is far too wide. Didn't you think about the consequences? His reputation? Your work? You forgot that he's a billionaire."
"I didn't forget," I reply. "He's so humble that it makes me unaware of how wealthy he truly is. He doesn't even let our differences in social status or wealth stand between us. So why do you have to be so against someone as kind as that being with your sister?"
He stares at me in frustration for a few seconds and then turns to leave. "I don't even know what's wrong with you."
"Nothing is wrong with me," I state, causing him to stop in his tracks. "You need to stop seeing me as a kid but as someone who can handle herself."
He doesn't say anything this time and just leaves.
My own words resonate within me.
Why do I have to be so submissive to Nathan's whims?
I miss Killian a lot. I've been in touch with him ever since the incident, but my desire for him grows with each passing day.
I decide to do things my way. I can't have Nathan continually treating me like a child.
This is my happily ever after, and I sure as hell won't let anything stop me from taking it into my hands.
***
I escape the house.
The other times, I would leave the house, but now it seems like I escape … for childish reasons. I can't help but chuckle.
Killian told me he'd be visiting the building site where he intends to build his new hospital.
I head straight to the building, and I notice him just standing and admiring the new project.
I sneak up behind him gently, careful not to make a sound to startle him.
I cover his eyes from behind and keep my voice silent to ensure that I don't give away my identity.
"Madison," he says softly but with a hint of excitement. "You came."
"I sure did," I reply as I let go of his eyes and hug him from behind. "I've missed you."
He taps my hand gently and turns around to look at me.
The warm look in his eyes and the gentle smile on his lips tell me enough without him having to say 'I've missed you so much, Madison.'
His left hand touches the right side of my face, and I relish how warm it is.
"How's Nathan?" he asks.
"Still mad at you," I reply.
"I honestly do not blame him," he says with a look of guilt on his face.
"Don't tell me you regret it," I say with a frown.
"Why would I ever regret having feelings for you?" He frowns as well. "I know I betrayed Nathan's trust. But there are some things worth breaking the promises made by others. My feelings for you outweigh the promise I made to Nathan."
As he mentioned before, he might have gotten the idea from romance novels, but I'm glad this is his new reality of speech.
"I was talking to him today," I start to say. "I guess it's not limited to his trust-breaking. He's worried about your reputation. I mean, I'm sixteen years younger; we met when I was still a teenager. I guess the public would think that you were just grooming me or something. He's also worried about my career as well."
"Oh, I honestly didn't think about that, but now you said it, it makes sense," he says.
Does it make sense?
I guess this is the part where we become secret lovers.
"Nevertheless," he continues as he moves his hand from my cheek to my chin and lifts my face to meet his gaze. "I don't care what they would say about us. I'm a billionaire and have built a legacy for myself. I don't see any reason why I have to be bothered about the ramblings of people who can't manage their own lives. I also don't want to see or hear you bothered about it either. You're my woman, and that's final."
I'm his woman.
Hearing him call me his woman fills me with pride.
"What if you're just saying that to make me feel better?" I tease.
His hand still holds my face securely, and he lowers his head, kissing me.
I'm startled by his actions.
There are some people around, and there's no way they wouldn't see or notice us.
But he doesn't care, and as the kiss continues, I start not to care either.
His hands lower and wrap themselves around my waist, pulling me possessively to himself.
I place my right hand on his chest while my left one gently caresses his chest.
As our heads turn, I can feel my desire for him also grow.
I stop the kiss, "Killian… I…"
"I know, me too," he says in a husky, shaky voice.
I look around us, and sure enough, there are people around, mostly the construction workers who are still around, watching us.
"Is there anywhere… private around here?" I ask.
"They're building and constructing on almost every floor," he replies. "But…"
"But?"
A smile forms on his face that easily tells me he's up to no good.
"I think it's time to face your fears," he replies.
I have a rough idea of what he's suggesting. But he can't be serious… Right?
He leads me to an empty elevator; it looks different from the others.
"This is my private one; I didn't want any disturbance while I change floors," he says.
"Cool…" I remark nervously. "So, what are we going to do about it?"
"You and I are going in," he replies.
"Wait, what? No. I still…"
"I know. But I'm a doctor, and what kind of man would I be if I can't help you face your fears?" he says as he offers me his hand.
I want to take it, but my claustrophobia makes me hesitate. "Killian, I might pass out. I don't want to…"
"Madison, trust me," he insists as he takes my hand. "Squeeze if you trust me to help you."
I take in a deep breath and squeeze his hand.
"Good girl," he says and leads me into the elevator.
As the doors close, he presses the button, and the elevator shakes, slowly going up.
At this point, I'm sure I'm crushing his hand.
"Just breathe," he says.
I close my eyes in panic, replying, "I can't."
The elevator comes to a halt, but the doors don't open, causing me to panic.
I turn my gaze to him, "It's… It's stuck? It's not moving… the doors…"
"Madison, it's alright," he says.
I go to the corner of the elevator and hug myself. My vision is becoming distorted. I feel like I'm suffocating; the room feels like it's closing in on me with the intention to crush me.
"No… no…" I close my eyes, hoping it will make everything better.
"Focus on the sound of my voice," he says softly. "Open your eyes."
I struggle, but I open my eyes, and he's directly in front of my face.
"I can't…" I admit, "I'm sorry. The walls are…"
"It's okay; you don't need to explain," he says with a warm smile.
He kisses me, and I feel like I can breathe again. He holds me close to himself, wiping my tears, and the room doesn't feel like it's collapsing anymore.
"Better?" he asks as he pulls away.
I shake my head negatively, "No… I'm still scared."
He kisses me again, biting my lower lip and pulling it toward himself. I feel slightly dizzy, but it's worth it.
He lets go of my lower lip and sticks out his tongue, gently licking my lips before sliding his tongue into my mouth. I suck on it tenderly.
I hold his face, and it doesn't even feel like I'm in an elevator anymore. I feel like I'm a universe of his own making, one to make me comfortable with him.
I give in to his offer.
"Mmm," he groans as I bite down gently on his tongue.
I'm wearing a not so mini skirt, falling somewhere between my knees and upper thighs, along with a short-sleeved T-shirt.
His hand goes under the shirt, and I push out my chest to make them seem bigger.
He pulls out his tongue and swallows. His saliva is already mixed with mine, so I swallow as well.
His gaze is a lustful one, and I don't mind basking in it.
His hand lifts my shirt and reveals the right side of my chest, hidden underneath my sports bra. I forgot that's what I picked.
I planned to just say hi to him after all.
"A sports bra?" he smirks.
"Shut up. I didn't dress, planning to get undressed while I'm outside," I say, frowning.
"Fine, geez," he chuckles. "You seem better. I guess we can stop here."
"Don't… the doors are still stuck. If you stop, I'll panic," I warn.
"Alright then," he says as he lifts my shirt and places the hem in my mouth. So, I'm holding up my shirt with my teeth.
He lifts the sports bra, revealing my breasts and pressing them together.
He kisses both of their tips, causing them to harden in response.
"Ah…" I whimper softly as he bites into them.
His tongue flicks against my buds, each flick causing my body to shudder in response.
He squeezes and starts sucking on them hungrily. He hasn't been this rough before.
"Did you miss me that much?" I ask.
He looks up at me while my breast is still trapped in his mouth and nods.
"Whatever am I going to do with you?" I sigh as I stroke his hair.
He closes his eyes and continues his sucking.
When he's sure I've had enough, he lets go of me.
I stare at my stiffened buds, still glistening with his saliva.
He touches my exposed thighs and kisses my neck as his hand easily and slowly moves up my thighs, slightly tickling me in the process. His hard kisses and bites on my neck turn me on.
His fingers finally make contact with my mound, protected by my panties.
He rubs against it gently in a circular motion. I push him away from my neck and place my head on his shoulder to support my head, as his fingers are causing me to spin.
"Beautiful," he whispers. "No more fears down here. You're already soiling yourself. I'm sure it's not fear."
"It's sweat. I'm sweating," I defend.
"Is that so?" he asks. "Did you know that the tongue can be regarded as a towel? Maybe I should dry you off."
"I'd like that," I say.
"Hold your skirt up," he says as he gets on his knees.
I obey his command and watch him pull my panties down, allowing me to step out of it.
He kisses my entrance and chuckles. As he pulls away, a string of my wetness connects from his lips to my entrance before cutting off.
He kisses it again, this time pressing it a little harder, and I shudder a bit.
He pulls back and kisses me, repeating the process again and again until my privates start tingling with delight.
Two of his fingers make contact, gently rubbing and spreading me open. One of his fingers goes inside me, and I instinctively lower my hips to accept the finger.
He kisses my stomach, "I love you."
"I love you too," I reply.
Another finger goes in, stirring me up properly. I bite my lower lip.
As he's done stirring me up, he pulls out his fingers and licks them slowly.
I swallow hard, watching him lap up my juices like it's the best thing he's ever had.
"My turn," I say, and he stands up.
I touch the bulge in his pants, and I can tell it can't wait to see me.
I pull his zipper down, and as I pull his underwear down, his member springs to life, hitting me in the face.
"Pfft…" he suppresses a snicker and clears his throat. "Sorry."
"Your friend here is quite rude," I pout as I hold his member, squeezing it a little too hard, and he winces.
I loosen my grip and start to suck on it gently.
It's been a week, but it feels like it's been years since I last had a taste of him.
I don't want to stop sucking, but it feels like I can't suck it fast enough.
"Pah," I gasp as I pull it out of my mouth. "Fuck my mouth, please."
He smirks and holds my head in place. He secures his member in my mouth and starts to move.
His taste is delightful, and the brute force of his thrusts keeps my mouth and throat under pressure.
I'm gagging as he hits my throat, gasping for air as he pulls out completely, and my eyes tear up as he makes his way back into my mouth.
It's torture but bliss. The bittersweet taste of his white honey in my mouth, mixed with the taste of his length, is a meal I can't resist.
"Had enough?" he asks as he pulls out.
I nod enthusiastically as I wipe away the saliva pooling on my lips.
"Well, I haven't," he says as he rubs his manhood across my face. "You won't leave your darling man half satisfied. Would you?"
"Absolutely not," I answer.
I get up, and he pins me to the wall against my back.
"I want to see your face," he says as he kisses my cheek.
He lifts my legs and guides his throbbing member into my sex.
"Hah…" I gasp .
Was it always this big? Or is it the position?
I wrap my legs and arms around him as he lets in the rest of his length.
He starts to move, and I tighten around him, causing him to slow down.
"Breathe, Madison," he says calmly. "Let me move."
"You're bigger than the last time," I say shakily.
"It's a good thing, isn't it?" he asks and starts slowly moving again.
I close my eyes as the initial pain turns into pleasure.
He starts moving faster, and I finally loosen up.
"Ha… ha… ha…" My breathing and panting become ragged.
He kisses me, and he groans into my mouth. The bass in his voice reverbs through my body, and I let myself fall victim to it.
To think of this man, I couldn't stand before…
"Looks like your phobia is gone," he says amidst panting as he continues to sex me senseless.
"Because… ha… ha… because… all I can focus on… mmm… ugh!" I manage to say as the pleasure takes over me completely, driving me to the edge.
He bites into my neck; he is also approaching climax.
"I'm about to… loosen your grip around me," he warns.
"It's fine… I'm safe," I reply. "Just don't stop… give it to me…"
His grunting gets harder as he releases inside me, and my orgasm hits.
We remain still. I now enjoy having his member in me go soft and pull out on its own.
My God, I'm being a pervert.
"I really missed you, Madison," he says.
"I missed you too," I say, and we kiss again. "Not to ruin the mood, but how are we going to get out of the elevator."
"How do you feel?" he asks.
"Better," I reply as I look around and realize that the room is actually bigger than I thought.
I've never really had the chance to observe the elevator properly.
I'm still feeling a little woozy, but I can tell it isn't because of the elevator.
"Strange, I don't feel the phobia," I admit.
"I guess it was overwritten by something stronger," he says.
"Remind me to have sex with you on every elevator I encounter," I smirk as I tap on the door.
"Are you going to call the staff to help us open the door? I know I've overcome the fear of elevators, but I don't want to be stuck here any longer."
"The door isn't stuck," he says and presses a button, and the lift hums to life, moving again.
"You… stopped it on purpose?" I ask in disbelief.
"You had to overcome it, one way or the other," he says with a warm smile. "Are you upset?"
"I'm not," I let out a sigh of relief. "You're something else. And… I love that about you."
He lets out a hum as we step out of the elevator and says, "I'll talk to Nathan myself. He'll understand."
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"I am," he assures me. "There's nothing I can't do. Also, he's my best friend. I have to punch him back."
"Men…" I roll my eyes, but I smile to myself. "I'll talk to him as well."
"I'll call my driver to bring my car here and drive you," he offers before one of the construction workers calls to his attention, "Mr. Ray? We need your opinion on something."
"I'll be right there," he replies and turns his attention to me.
"I can handle myself," I tell him.
"I don't know…" his tone shifts to worry.
"I'll be fine, Killian. Seeing you is enough for me," I say with a smile.
He holds me and kisses me. "I'll get you a cab," he insists.
"Let me walk," I reply.
"Fine, be safe," he says and kisses me again.
I want this to continue a little longer.