Be Mine Forever

Madison's POV

I hate everything and precisely, I hate men.

Men.

My boyfriend, well my ex-boyfriend, broke up with me.

David Young.

Ah yes! That motherfucker.

He said, failing to showcase a single ounce of regret or guilt in his voice "Let's break up, Madison. I don't think we are working out."

He looked at everything, but me, with majority of the people in the café watching. Completely ignoring the fact that I got him his favourite flowers as it was our one-year anniversary. Interestingly he failed to acknowledge my temper and acquired the audacity to ruin my day. I smiled, standing up and grabbed my handbag. He looked amused and copied my movement.

"You better sit back down or I will make you sit on a wheelchair for life." I said, eyeing him through my shoulder.

Luckily for him he understood my words and decided to take the action he should. I grabbed the flower bouquet and dumping it in the bin, I saw the barista looking at me with his eyes wide. I stared in his direction for a second and grabbed the iced coffee from his hand. Stamping my heels back to the seat I left, David looked at me with a bewildered gaze and I did something I had to do.

Splashing cold coffee on his face, I threw the cup on the floor.

"What the fuck!" He gasped and shouted, immediately standing up from his chair, looking at me with his mouth wide opened, hand-wiping his cheek.

"You are lucky, it wasn't hot." I glared at him and walked out, because I knew I might end up genuinely hitting him.

All the eyes took account of every move I made. Maybe because my conscious was hyper active, I noticed everything around me, supposedly thinking I'm their possible target. The feeling of falling deep into the ends of self-hatred slowly took over me. Every step towards my car just made my heels feel heavier, as if they wanted to me to break down.

I looked over my shoulder one last time to the path I was walking with great difficulty and it felt like heavy chains were restricting my movement further. My mind was filled with his image, his words, his lies, his deceptive aura. The fact that it was so hard to let go made me hate myself even more.

I sat down in the driver's seat, with my head against the steering wheel. I finally let out. My tears. My precious pearl like tears, for a man, who doesn't even know their worth? Is this really something I should put my energy into? Maybe not.

But his face invaded my mind and it all rushed back.

It's been about a week, still every day I wake up with a hope of seeing his name in the notification panel. Does break ups always shatter you this bad? Perhaps I am a novice to this game of hearts, that my lack of knowledge makes me feel like burning in hell.

Sugar coating all his lies, he created a bad impact on my thinking process. My resentment for him is just an outer fold of my self-hatred. I hate the feeling of sun coming up, knowing very well that he must be flourishing while I was stuck in habits and deteriorating myself, breaking inside.

"Maddy, just shut up. There is no way I will start tonight's party without you." My friend, Jaxon, said from the other side of the phone.

"I feel horribly lazy, J. I don't even want to move from my bed." I said, wrapped up in my blanket like a burrito.

"As if I'd eat that. Get up quickly, now." He said in his usual cheerful voice. Which brough an involuntary smile on my face.

He is the owner of one of the biggest night clubs in the city. Being a sweetheart, he has the capability to swoon anyone off their feet. He knows how to make use of every single of his attributes. Looking at how carefree he is, I only get envious and love him even more. I met him about three years ago and it's safe to say, he has been through all my ups and downs.

He is the only person I consider to be family, while I am away from my original one. I can't exaggerate enough on how charming and bold he is, but at the same time, a sensitive little fluff ball. In short, he is a human version of a golden retriever.

"It has been a week, Madison. Coming out tonight won't cure the scar that motherfucker left on your mind, but you will be distracted. At least for once." He said in his usual convincing tone. Yes, you can't beat his eloquence.

I took a deep breath and before I could speak further, Jaxon said, "Yeah, you are coming here tonight. If I don't see you here by ten, I will drive to your house myself. See you soon!"

"I can't, Jaxon seriously, wait, hello? J? what?" I saw my phone, with a notification from Jaxon,

'How about black? I'll wear the same :)'

I inhaled with my eyes closed and pondering upon what Jaxon said, I decided to go to the club. I can't sit around all day being unnecessarily gloomy. I have to get myself together. I got up from my bed and looked at the mirror, encountering a person I despised the most in that moment. Me.

"I can't let that Madison take over." I said to myself before and moved towards the bathroom to freshen up.

It felt pleasant coming out of the shower and looking at myself in the mirror. A fresh tint of blush spread across my face, with my hair dripping wet and lips swollen red I realised how I was wasting my alluring existence over a good-for-nothing-piece-of-shit. I was motivated to dress up.

After raiding my closet for about an hour, I finally changed into a black broad-strap asymmetrical crop top pairing it with a beige bell bottom trousers. Bringing out my black suede chunky platform heels, I decided to paint my nails bright cherry red. I enjoyed the process of getting ready, it was my way to bring myself out of that gloomy phase I was drowning in.

I did everything with delicacy, going slow knowing I had time. Time for myself to be precise. I tiptoed looking how my outfit would look with heels and it showcased all my curves. Digging into self-appreciation lightened my mood and I grasped onto this feeling.

Finally putting on my heels, I felt my earrings touching my skin, cold enough to bring a smile on my face. A few more accessories combined with my perfume and wrist watch; I was ready to go the party. Grabbing my keys from the table in the living room, I locked my apartment moving towards the parking lot driving off to the Club.

I reached the club within a few minutes, thankfully I didn't encounter any traffic. I saw tons of people in lines waiting for their turn to go outside the club. No wonder Jaxon is rich, his club is flourishing. Well, he was born with a gold spoon in his mouth, yet he is hard working. His owes his success to it.

Luckily, I didn't have to wait in lines as I had special passes to enter the club, which Jaxon gave to me earlier. I went in and saw many people on the dance floor. Having fun and most of them were drunk. My inner party animal was getting active slowly while I lightly moved my head on the beat.

The ambience of the club always leaves me in awe. The décor is splendid and every corner is taken into account with great detail. With almost every glass shape and alcohol a person could imagine, the place offered amazing services. I met a few people from the staff team a few months ago.

As I slightly leaned on the bar counter I said, "One-"

But the bartender interrupted me saying, "A Cosmopolitan, with a little less cranberry juice and extra lime."

I tilted my head in amusement and he said with a charming smile on his face, "Mr. Jaxon already told us what you will drink, Ms. Madison."

A smile evaded my smile and I pursed my lips lightly shaking my head.

Suddenly a voice interrupted my thoughts, "Can I have a vodka martini?"

I turned around, assuming it was Jaxon, a smile was plastered on my face. But to my surprise I saw a dangerously hot man standing beside me. I had never seen someone as gorgeous. His face was glowing, with every feature as if carved like a sculpture. His light greenish-brown eyes like a shot of espresso, sent an electrifying effect throughout my body.

His lips, perfect as they can be, with a dominant natural pink tint. His skin appeared soft, yet everything so sharp, especially his jawline. He looked like a painting coming to reality, aesthetically pleasing with no space for any flaws. His forehead was exposed with his dark brown shiny locks shifted back. It was unfair and upsetting seeing a man so beautiful.

And like a cherry on top, he had a mole on his chin, highlighting his serenity like that of the moon. He was well built with his shoulder broad and his strong stature being hinted through his tight black coat sleeve. It almost felt like a crime looking at him.

Looking at him? I was staring at him.

Fuck.

I saw his face with an amused smile and within a few milliseconds my face was heated up. I was embarrassed enough to jerk my face to the other side muttering "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." under my breath in a row. The pressure of making a fool myself doubled taking in account how breathtakingly stunning he was.

"It's fine, you can stare. I don't mind." I heard his perfect voice calling from behind.

I managed to turn around, still couldn't fully make eye contact with him. "Uh, I wasn't really staring." I lied.

"I was." His voice taking a sensual tone.

His words made my eyes fall into a direct eye contact I was avoiding. He pursed his lips slightly into a gentle smile. I couldn't help the uninvited smile to invade my face. A mixture of arrogance and pleasure dominated my thinking process.

"I'm Ethan." He said lifting his glass, hinting for me to cheers.

"I'm Madison." I said, lightly touching my glass to his, taking a sip.

"You with someone?" he asked, shifting a little closer because the music was loud. I could barely hear but was surviving with my brilliant lip-reading skills.

"I am waiting for a friend." I said, nodding as I flipped my hair behind, exposing my bare shoulder and collarbone.

Was I flirting? Maybe.

"Ah, I wish I was the friend." He said, curving his lips downward, making me chuckle. He smiled looking at me.

"Well, you can be." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

He leaned in closer, my eyes opened wide in shock. He said looking at me, his eyes turning a darker shade of brown, "can I?"

A sudden adrenaline rush all through my body made me unbalance. He was quick enough to pull me towards him, holding my body like my blood does. The benefit of doubt kept winning seeing how I didn't know whether it was the drink taking action or this man's aura. He was taking control and worst part was, he was aware of that.

Strangely, our close contact didn't last long when he looked at me with a gaze which felt exactly like, David's. a short film of the whole year I wasted on him played in my head and I almost felt dizzy. I kept my hand on his chest and he saw me with a bewildered look on his face. I felt uncomfortable being in contact even with this astonishing man.

"Maddy?" I looked up and saw Jaxon standing beside Ethan.

He looked puzzled, as he should be. I knew he had questions, but he quickly introduced himself, before proceeding to drag me from the scene. "I'm Jaxon Silverstone."

"Oh hey. I'm Ethan brown." He said holding Jaxon's hand greeting him.

"Are you the friend, Madison was waiting for?" Ethan asked pointing towards Jaxon, but his eyes fixated on me.

"Most definitely." Jaxon announced. I felt a strange tension between them both and in an urgent need to escape, Jaxon held my hand and said, "shall we?"

Ethan just looked at us with the most charming smile plastered on his face. everything about him just screamed class. He was making me delusional and a part of me was upset having to leave him. I was behind Jaxon when I heard Ethan, probably for the last time,

"Take care." He smiled. "Maddy."

I couldn't help but stare trying my best not to, but failing miserably. He was extraordinarily attractive. Soon, he submerged in the crowd like a lost wave and it pained to admit I wouldn't be able to meet him ever again. Jaxon dragged me to the VIP corner, ordering another set of drinks for us.

We sat on one of the lavish couches, where again, Jaxon was surrounded by a few staff members. I noticed how the corner was even sound restricting as my ears felt this uncanny numbness as I was exposed to blasting music for a good half an hour at least. I looked around but a sudden warmth over my palm made me turn towards Jaxon.

He held my hand, even while he was talking to his staff team, making it sure that he was present. The feeling of being needed doesn't leave when I am around him. He took a breath and looked at me curving his lips upward, winking at me. A slight chuckle was invited to escape my lips. Another few minutes and his trail of apologies welcomed the beginning of our conversation.

"No more, I won't talk to anybody anymore, other than you." He said shaking his head. He is such a puppy.

"It's alright. I understand you have work." I said rubbing my thumb against his hand, which was entangled with mine, still.

"I wish you were more needy and selfish for me." He said looking down, acting sad. I hit his shoulder lightly making him chuckle.

"Who was that guy though?" he asked furrowing his eyebrows, leaning back on the couch sipping his drink.

"Oh, he was, uh I don't know actually. We were just getting drinks and started talking." I said shrugging my shoulders, refusing to give details of the best encounter in my recent history.

"Just drinks. Bull crap! He was holding you in his arms ready to kiss." Jaxon mocked me.

"No, he wasn't. shut up J. Also, what is this drink, it's not cold enough." I said trying my best to hide my blush and changing the topic.

"Flipping conversation now? Okay ma'am." He said raising his hand, calling a bartender to get more ice. I just shook my head getting annoyed.

We had a few more drinks before I started to lose my consciousness. I knew Jaxon wouldn't let me drive even though I was still in a good enough condition. He helped me and when I was about to move out when I saw that Greek God of a human again. A girl was sitting on his lap and focusing as much as I could, I saw him kissing her on her neck, my vision was blurred but the close contact was verified by the outfit recognition.

My heart sank but I was happy I didn't give into his charm earlier. Maybe he has tons of girls around him and maybe he is a playboy? Guess he is, but I decided to not put in much thoughts to that.

Pretty womanizer, eh.

Madison's POV

The following days were pretty good. I was hanging out with my colleagues and a few college friends, also went on a shopping spree alone. It was a good week off activity time. It was now the weekend, the day I finally meet my best friend after about a month and her boyfriend, because of whom she couldn't come out to Jaxon's club that day.

Yes, I need to approve of the man.

Lush has been with me since middle school, I still remember colliding with her in the school cafeteria, spoiling her favourite sweatshirt. The best possible accident I have ever made. She still blames me for it which I happily accept because, it gave me a chance to talk to her.

Just like her different name, she has always been a fascinating human, looking at the world with an absolute upside-down perspective. No wonder she made friends with me after I dropped my cold coffee on her sweatshirt, instead of getting mad and hating me for life. She is different and I love her just the same as ever.

I took a quick glance at the clock with toothbrush in my mouth. It was a quarter past ten in the morning. Realising I should hurry, since me and Lush were supposed to meet on a breakfast date, I rushed to the shower after clearing my mouth. I was out of the shower within the next few minutes.

Because I had my outfit taken out the previous night, wearing a short coco brown cardigan with a racerback tank top underneath and my skin fit black jeans, didn't take long. I sat on the bed and slid my feet in my platform lace up motorcycle ankle boots. This colour combination and cardigan is the most aesthetically pleasing outfit in my closet.

I was happy.

Pulling my hair in a high ponytail and straightening my bangs, I was ready to go. Picking up my car keys and practically running out the door, I started my journey. The weather was good, warm sunlight was hitting my face, a major reason I love breakfast dates.

The GPS location was a twenty-minute ride and the roads were partially empty. I enjoy driving, especially because it gives me a feeling of me being the sole owner and handler of this black metal beauty, just like my life. I'm not a perfectionist, but exercising control on my life in every way is definitely I'm particular about.

I reached my destination, looking for a space to park my car. As it was still morning, I found an empty spot beside a matte black Mercedes-Benz AMG GT R. It almost felt like a crime parking my car near such a lavish metal existence. Everyone was whipped for the car, staring at it. Well, I was one of those people, so I didn't really judge anyone.

I got out of my car and couldn't resist the urge to pause in front of it and take a good look at it. The car naturally dominated the area and it was amazingly attractive, making my heart flutter especially because matte cars just hit different. With any person being interested in furniture and cars, they hold the keys to my city. A big reason I liked David, since he was interested in furniture as much as I was.

Fuck him, why was I even think about him? Ugh.

Trying to dismiss the thought I entered the café and immediately started searching for Lush. As usual she chose the most aesthetically pleasing place. A shelf with indoor plants and small paintings placed in front of a huge brick wall was enhanced by slow music playing in the background. The ceiling was covered with matte black bulb holders giving the place a soothing yet classy vibe.

The huge glass wall giving a beautiful view of the huge tree outside the café with a long joint corner table was the place I saw my pretty girl sitting on one of the long leg wooden chairs, sipping her coffee looking outside.

I screamed grabbing unnecessary attention, "LUSH!"

she noticed and shouted in the same loud voice, "MADISON!"

I went almost running and hugged her tightly, almost moving like a seesaw with my arms wrapped around her and said, "It's been so long, I missed you so much!"

"I missed you so much too." She said laughing, as she hugged me back.

"Also, I'm very sorry for not coming to Jaxon's club." She said holding me in a hug. I looked at her pursing my lips, moving away from her remembering I was supposed to stay mad at her.

She smiled, pulling me in a hug again and said "Ah I love you. And I swear we can go any day you want. And this time I won't bail end moment."

I narrowed my eyes and said taking out my pinkie finger. "Promise?"

She intertwined her finger with mine and said nodding, with a sweet smile on her face. "Promise."

We sat down to complete a small portion of our entire month's tea. Time passes effortlessly quick whenever I meet Lush, we just sync so well each other. Luckily our friendship lasted because we never let anyone invade our bond, it was exclusively only our domain. Because both of us are extroverts, we've had many friends all along, but she is the only one I consider my best friend.

"Oh yeah. Why are you here alone? Where's the man who has taken away my girl?" I asked, taking a bite of the sandwich.

"Nah Maddy, no one can never ever steal me from you." She said chuckling.

"Sure. This is why you ditched me our hangout last week." I said shaking my head rolling my eyes.

"Come on, that won't happen again. I promise, very sincerely." She said holding arm, making her baby face, which nobody can resist.

"Jeez, stop being so cute." I said furrowing my eyebrows and she laughed.

"Oh, here he is." Lush said smiling brightly, looking at a person behind me.

Excited as she made me, I turned back and my smile faded away. My eyes furrowed in confusion and mouth left hung open. I could not gather words. My brain, breath and heart beat as if stopped for a second, simultaneously. An unnecessarily similar face was standing in front of me.

Lush's boyfriend was that guy from the club, that night. The womanizer.

Recalling our encounter, the faint image of him making out with a girl that night evaded my brain, not forgetting he was flirting with me as well. In conclusion he was cheating on Lush. I felt lightheaded carrying several shocking thoughts in my mind all at once.

Lush's voice brought me to reality, "Maddy, that's my boyfriend, Ethan B-"

"Brown." I completed her sentence looking at him narrowing my eyes.

Seeing his bewildered expression, I realised he still didn't recognise me. I stood up from my seat moving near him. His eyes were fixated on me, over flowing with confusion. I gritted my teeth letting out a smirk and said "Hello, Mr. Ethan Brown, I am Madison."

Hearing my name, his eyes widened and he gulped hard. I didn't move an inch while he took a deep breath as if he was suffocated. He was stunned and his uneasy behaviour just added to my suspicion being rather an accurate assumption.

"You both know each other." Lush asked looking at both of us in turns.

I folded my arms and I nodded, "Yeah, I do know him. Met him at the club that day you couldn't join us."

"Was very fun. Right, Ethan?" I said looking at him with my left brow. His expressions were the proof of my words. He remained quiet, getting paler each time our eyes met.

Without wasting another minute, I said, "I saw him that night in the club making out with a girl."

He furrowed his eyebrows and spoke up, for the first time.

"Yes, I was at the club but with a friend of mine, which Lush is already aware about."

I was taken aback seeing the audacity of him lying straight up to my face.

"You can't just go around putting unnecessarily blames on neveryone you see." He said with no ounce of shame reflecting in his words.

"Oh really? Just shut the fuck up. I'm telling you he's a motherfucking playboy. Don't listen to-" I couldn't complete my sentence when my eyes landed on Lush.

Her face was down with eyes pooling with tears and mouth hung open.

"Lush..." I said, moving towards her but she just lightly jerked my hand and grabbed her bag leaving without saying a single word.

I rushed behind her and she just stopped and said, with her voice tearing up, "I need t-time. Please."

I froze on spot, with the dilemma to give her some alone time or go after her to make sure she is doing fine. A huge part of my heart sank seeing her eyes filled with tears. Repeating that image only made it worse. I was puzzled with no idea as to how I should bring her out of that broken state.

What should I do?

Ethan's POV

"Lush!" I called out for her as I rushed out the café.

She was ahead of me and I almost ran to catch up with her. Holding her hand, stopping from moving forward, was perhaps a wrong move. She jerked my hand and turned around with her tears half way down her cheeks. She looked broken.

Fuck.

"Just leave. I-I need some time, please." She said, without making any eye contact.

I tried to stop her, but seeing in that state my heart sank, I couldn't gather the courage to stop her. I bit my inner cheek cursing the entire meeting. If only she hadn't invited that friend of hers, I would've broken up with Lush on a lot better note. Even on a sunny day, goosebumps rose all over my body and the guilt of giving her pain, made me feel bad.

I honestly wouldn't care for a girl so much, but she was someone my brother was in love with. Yes, Theodore, my older brother, likes Lush. Another reason I decided to break up with her.

I had been hanging out with Lush, for a few days. We clicked pretty quick and our conversations changed into flirtatious hangouts very swiftly. But recently, I got to know that my brother was into someone. Unlike me, he has had a minimum share of being with girls all over the city. As excited as I was, once I found out Theo was into Lush, I just decided to let go.

I thought I was lucky, since me and Lush weren't dating and she still wasn't as attached to me, leaving her would be easy. But my life appeared shattering in front of me when she asked me out when we went for dinner, together. Seeing her smile that day, I couldn't say no.

It has been almost a week to that. Basically, to us being 'official' and yet every day I try to tell her everything but I lose words as soon as her happy. I would've told her eventually anyways, but I was just trying to not break her heart, which was basically impossible.

But her friend ruined all my plans.

I sighed and decided to go back home, because there was nothing I could think of doing. Walking back to parking area, Lush's friend, unlocking her car, which was parked right beside mine. She noticed me immediately and made the grumpiest face a woman could possibly make. I wonder how can she store so much anger in her little body.

The urge to go up to her and ask what personal grudge she had against me was very vital. Wait, is she one of the girls I've hooked up with? Or possibly one of their friends? Whatever it may, I just knew she hates me and honestly, I don't like her either. Her eyes wanted argument and my curiosity led me to her, but just when I was a step away from her, she abruptly opened the door and sat in.

I just pursed my lips furrowing my eyebrows looking at her, almost making her annoyed, which I thoroughly enjoyed doing. She drove back purposely fast hitting the side view mirror right above member, because I was standing too close to her car.

"FUCK!" I winced in pain, almost sitting on the ground. Yes, I could see the stars in front of my eyes.

Everything almost became blind as the hit was very hard. I gritted my teeth so hard that the amount of pain down there and above was both equivalent. For a few seconds I couldn't make out what was going on around me, as if I have ascended from earth to mars. Elon Musk, finally made it indeed.

Gathering my conscious back, I realised someone had their hand in front of me to help me get up. I smiled and was about to hold their hand, "Thank yo-" I paused in the middle seeing who the person was.

Lush's friend.

I gave her a death glare and she laughed, "Bitch, you thought."

"Huh?" I looked at her with a bewildered look and before I could make sense of the entire scene, she instead of lending me her hand, pushed me back, making me fall on the ground with a loud thud. Especially because I was already not sitting in a balanced position.

Before I could catch her, she had already run to her car, driving off. That little girl is more agile than she looks. I got up and sat in my car with the pain never leaving, but it was bearable. I was about to drive off when I got a call from Theodore.

"Where are you?" He asked, as soon as I picked up the call.

"Uh, I am outside." I said, trying to catch a breath.

"Why do you sound like that? Are you okay?" he asked, making me gulp hard.

"Yeah, I am. Don't worry." I said clearing my throat.

"Don't worry? Did something happen?" He asked sounding concerned this time.

"Nothing, ah." I groaned in pain, "Nothing, I'm fine." I said, sighing.

"The fuck you mean you are fine. I can literally hear you groaning in pain. Just tell me where you are, I'm com-" Theodore was interrupted with my abrupt shout,

"NO!"

"I'm seriously fine, Theo." I said, trying to remain calm, because I knew Theodore was already worried.

"Well, if you are going to behave like this then okay sure, have fun dying." He said getting angry.

"I didn't mean it like that." I said, in a nicer tone.

"I won't know until you tell me, E." He said, putting great emphasis on my name.

"I, uh, I'm sorry. But nothing happened seriously." I lied. I can never let Theodore know about this entire situation. If he gets to know about me and Lush, he will never take his feelings into better consideration, because I know how much he loves me and he would sacrifice anything for me.

"Fine." He said and I took a breath of relief.

"I called you to tell you to come here, at office today. But never mind, you rest, asshole." He said making me chuckle.

"Send me chocolate donuts, please."

"Fuck you." He said before cancelling the call.

I threw my phone on the passenger seat and recalling the incident, my lower body started hurting. If I ever see her again, will throw her in the river. I have never seen a girl as rebellious as her. So much anger stored in her tiny existence. I like that I am a lot taller than her, it would be fun to tower over her.

Ugh, that freaking little bolshie!