Chapter 31... Date

                                    

                                          
(Madison's POV)
It was gone. I always dreaded the day it would be taken because I thought I would lose it to Carter. But it had happened and I couldn't be happier. Cristiano Russo had taken my virginity and left me more than satisfied. 
                          
A girlish giggle escaped me as I replayed the whole thing over and over in my mind. I had always heard that sex was good but man oh man, I didn't expect it to be that good. I wanted to do it again and again and again. It was like I was an addict looking for a fix. I guess that's what good dick does to a person.
                          
I leaned closer to my makeup table's mirror and puckered my nude painted lips at my reflection. I'd gone for a more natural look to match the natural olive green-brown shade of my one-shoulder mini dress and nude heels. I'd tied my hair into a ponytail to show off my diamond studs and I had worn the diamond bracelet Chris had bought me. What if I was overdressed? Chris had said he was taking me to my favorite restaurant, but I'd never told him what my favorite restaurant was, so I had no clue as to where we were going.
                          
"Madison?"
                          
I turned to face my bedroom door where my father stood staring at me. The one thing I would have changed about today was having my father walk in on me and Chris butt naked just after having done it. To say it was embarrassing was an understatement.
                          
"Yes, dad?" I said softly, shying away from his eyes.
                          
"Why are you all dressed up?"
                          
"I'm going out?"
                          
"Where and with whom?"
                          
I looked at him knowing he wouldn't like the answer. "Chris," I answered quickly, hoping he hadn't heard.
                          
A worried look washed over his face. "Baby girl, are you alright in the head?"
                          
I knitted my perfectly arched brows. "Excuse me?"
                          
"After what I saw today, why would you think for a second that I would let you go out with that... that thug."
                          
Now my brows were raised so high they were probably touching my baby hairs. "Thug? Daddy, Chris is an officer... a detective."
                          
"You don't know him."
                          
"And you do?"
                          
"Better than you think."
                          
I sighed. "You're right, daddy. I don't know him. But that's why we're going out tonight. We're going to get to know one another better."
                          
"What does Carter think about that?"
                          
"Carter doesn't know and that's surprising. I thought you would've gone and spilled the beans to him already."
                          
"I wouldn't do anything to sabotage you and Carter's relationship."
                          
I exhaled. "Dad, I don't know how many other ways there are to say it, but for the last time, I do not want to be with Carter. I don't want to date him, I don't want to marry him, and I sure as hell don't want to spread my legs for him."
                          
"But you'd spread your legs for that ruffian?"
                          
"Okay, what is with the name-calling? Thug? Ruffian? Chris is neither of those things. He's a great guy and he makes me happy." I walked closer to my dad and gave him a small smile. "And it would make me happy if you allowed me the freedom to date who I want."
                          
My father shook his head. "No. Not him. He's out of the question."
                          
"Why? Because he's white?"
                          
My father's eyes twitched. "That's part of it."
                          
I sighed and shook my head. "Dad, I'm sure God didn't put all these diverse kinds of people on Earth for us to hate each other. In the end, there's only one race, the human race."