MatchmakingPov: Maddison.I ran into Mr Winston during the breakfast buffet.I saw him approaching me and turned around, walking the other way, intent on avoiding him."Maddison!" I heard him calling out to me.I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed to every angel and celestial being out there to help me avoid this. To help me avoid meeting him. To help avoid seeing his handsome fucking face.Because it's not fair! It's not fair he has to affect me like this! It's not fair that I cried myself to sleep that night over a broken heart like I was in fucking highschool! It's not fair at all.His hands clasped around my wrist.I froze.I am a block of ice. A statue built of stone. I couldn't move even if I tried."I was calling you!"I squeezed my eyes tighter.His voice... Did always sound sooo... Good? Deep and smooth and sexy."I didn't hear you," I choked out, my knees, threatening to give out beneath me.Pathetic. Pathetic Maddie."Are you okay?" He was in front of me now. Grey grey eyes
The Vanderbilt shamPov: MaddisonI was still spitting and cursing by the time I reached the door to my room. I searched my pockets for my key card, found it and slid it across the slot and pushed the door open, muttering swear words and choice expletives at a certain grey eyed demon.I crashed into my bed and took up a pillow, screaming into it for a straight one minute."Woah. Who got on your bad side?" A voice chuckled close by.I looked up at Shawn, smiling down gently on me.I wiped an embarrassed arm across my face self–consciously, wiping my tears. "What are you doing here? How did you get in here?""How I got in here, the door was wide open," he pointed to the door, "what I'm doing here..." He shoved his hands in his pockets, appearing bashful. "I was going out with some of my friends later tonight, for a drink at this exclusive night club. I wanted to check in and see if you would like to come with us. You look like you could use a good night out."I looked up apologetically
Girls just Wanna have funPov: Maddison.You know what?! Fuck Mr Winston! And his stupid ass who thinks he can tell me what I can and cannot do with my nights, with my body, with my friends.How dare he threaten me with my position in ASOS for a trivial war he was pitting against the son of the owner of the tech giant? That was unfair and low of him. I didn't owe him anything outside of work and he had no right to tell me to sit in my room when I wanted to go out with Shawn and his friends tonight.I was so pumped up and ready to go a few moments ago, but standing in front of the full length mirror, inspecting my outfit, I started to reconsider the whole thing.I was wearing the sexiest, most risque dress I have ever worn, a pure white body con dress with halter strings that tied around my neck, a neckline that dipped almost to my navel and and my back was on display and the dress stopped just below my butt. My heels were sky high bright red suede wedge heels, the tallest pair of of
Shots fired POV: Maddison We had been transported to another world. It was a decked out basement with high walls and higher ceilings and also a good vent system because the entire place wasn't hot or stuffy yet. There was loud music playing, a remix of Travis Scott, I'm sure. The entire room was awash in purple, blue and red neon lights, party disco lights and streamers were strewn on the floor. There were ornate couches to sit on, and booths if you wanted more privacy. Most of the booths were empty and a few people were sitting on the couches, getting a lap dance or smoking and drinking. There was also an upstair that was currently not as crowded as the ground floor was at the moment. There was a perfectly stocked bar at the end of the room to our left, at the up corner, the dj booth was pulsing where the dj was remixing song with his gear and headphones, spinning the wheel and hyping up the crowd. I think the crowd of people were what shocked me the most. I was expecting perf
Better than Revenge Pov: Winston *Two hours earlier* I deserved an asshole of the year award for what I had made Maddie go through. I promised myself that I'd change, that I wouldn't be so hot–cold with her, but heaven knows I was trying... I was trying not to lose hold of my sanity. I was trying to put myself together, but the moment something came and threatened that peace I was steadily trying to build up and secure, I fell like a pack of cards. I was lying in my bed staring up at the ceiling, the reports and history books I had been reading lay strewn around me, the calculations I had been making in my head were long gone and muddled together now. Her face. Her eyes. Her tears. Her lips trembling. Begging me to not do this to her. Her eyes filled with hate and loathe, after I got what I wanted from her. With any luck, she was still back in her room, sleeping the pain off and I was here hurting for what I had put her through. I had pondered on what she had told me... the poss
The sweetest revengePov: WinstonShe held my gaze for an uncomfortably long amount of time... Enough to let me know that she knew that I was watching, she knew that I was watching her every move and she decided to put on a show.She knew... She knew how much she was about to hurt me and she took a bow and began her act.She smiled, a slow, wicked smile that left me breathless and suffocating, my lungs feeling with dread... With the nauseating feeling of impending doom. And then she turned around and continued her foreplay with Shawn.Her fingers dug into his hair, and she started moving on him, rubbing her ass all over his crotch, grinding into him with a new found passion that drove him crazy enough to grab her ass and move her against him in the direction he wanted.She paused again, looked up... Straight at me... And grinned... And winked.She winked at me.And shattered me to a million broken pieces that will never come back together again.And she went back to grinding on him. A
NightmarePov: Winston.This trip was slowly turning into a nightmare. I felt like shit the next morning and acted even shittier to anyone that vexed me in the slightest.I had anticipated that this trip would bring us together, would give us a breath of fresh air that we both desperately needed, but all it was doing was driving a wedge between us and pulling us even farther apart."Mr Winston!" I froze.And thawed.And kept on walking."Mr Winston, sir!" I squeezed my eyes shut.Was I imagining this? Was I imagining her voice? Was it not enough that I stayed up all night, the sound of her gut–wracking sobs, tormenting me. Torturing me. The fact that I was the one that had caused this... The one that had caused all of this. The one that was bringing her pain.I should stay away. I should avoid her. I should keep my distance to secure her peace of mind. To not hurt her anymore. I should... I must.But how can I do that when she's intent on haunting me. When her voice keeps replaying i
Mistakes and leftoversPov: WinstonWe were invited to dinner again tonight and called up to sit with Mr Vanderbilt himself at the highest table, thanks to our 'relationships' with the Vanderbilt twins.I kept glaring in Shawn and Maddie's direction, anger curdling my blood. They were sitting so close and giggling and whispering to each other right across from me and I had twisted my fork into mangled metal three times tonight now.I noticed... I noticed everything about Maddie tonight. She had gone for a more conservative dress than last time with a Cleopatra style neckline, and a sparkling silver dress that clung to every part of her svelte, slender figure. She was wearing a diamond bracelet that she had told me was gifted to her by Shawn and I simmered in rage and told her it looked nice.They were talking in low, hushed tones and his hand was clasped over hers on the table for everyone to see. She was looking up at him with literal stars in her eyes, looking like she was intereste