Page 22 of Madden

Chapter Seven

Madden

Goddamn, that kiss.

I’ve been going out of my mind thinking about her and our kiss all week.

She told me she’d need time to work on the article, so I didn’t want to reach out right away. It was hard watching her leave and even harder waiting to talk to her again.

I’ve fucked it up in every way imaginable since we first met, and I messed up by asking her to come back to my place with me.

I knew from the moment we first met she’s not like other women I’ve been with. She’s closed-off and hard to get through to, but damn if I don’t want to make her as weak as she makes me feel.

Even if all I can have with her is one night, I’ll take it.

Something about her has me going crazy. I can’t stop thinking about her, imagining every way I can have her in my bed and at my mercy.

From:Madden Cole

Date:March 17th, 2022

To:Brielle Silvers

Subject:A Rebels Havoc article

Good afternoon, Brielle,

Thank you for taking the time to sit down with the guys and me. I hope you enjoyed your time in CB too. Do you have any updates on the article and when I may be able to read it?

Madden Cole

My finger hovers over the send button, debating if I should say something about the night of the show and our goodbye. I want to tell her how I can’t get the sight of her out of my mind and how my lips still tingle when I think about our kiss. Hell, I’d even tell her how hard it was going to sleep that night, wishing she’d come back with me.

Except I remember what she said about just starting her job and wanting to make a good impression. What if someone saw the email and asked questions?

I quickly hit send before I overthink it any longer and promptly pocket my phone. The guys will be here any minute to start practice.

We haven’t played much since we finished recording our album. Brix and Ivy are practically married, Trey and Layken will welcome their daughter any day now, and I don’t even want to think about what the fuck Tysin does with my sister.

Things seem to be going well for them, though, and that’s all I care about.

A door creaks open, followed by the subtle click when it closes. I lean my head against the back of the sofa in our studio, waiting until Brix turns the corner.

His brow furrows when he sees me. “Everything okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” I ask.

“I’ve seen the look on your face before. You look… moody.” He shakes his head and shrugs out of his jacket, tossing it onto the chair.

He widens his stance and crosses his arms.

“You’ve been in a mood all week, come to think of it. Something’s off with you. This have anything to do with the reporter chick?”

I roll my eyes. “Will you give it a fuckin’ break already?”

“Answer the question.”

“No, nothing is going on. I haven’t even spoken to her. Though she is supposed to give me a heads-up on the article before it goes to press.”

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