“Ahhhh!” I yelled, grabbing the pillow off the couch and hitting him over the head repeatedly.
“Oh come on…just call him and work it out. Everything can be worked out, Kid. If it can’t, then he doesn’t deserve you and you will find someone who will.” He explained.
“It’s not that easy, Devon.”
“It never is Kid, life is not like that.”
“You sound like a fortune cookie.” We both laughed.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t supportive about the whole marriage thing. I’m happy for you…kind of.”
“It was a spur of the moment thing.”
“Does that mean you can’t be my friend anymore? Don’t men usually become pussy whipped when they’re married, because their wives become crazier and controlling? Your wife was already that, am I screwed?”
“That will never happen Kid, you’re stuck with me.” We both smiled.
Devon ordered us Chinese food and stayed with me all day watching sappy movies.
I went to bed and deleted Sebastian’s text.
*S*
I took off Julia’s sunhat from her head and kissed her.
“Sebby stop, I need that. I have court tomorrow and I can’t go in there looking like a lobster. Christian honey, get down, you’re going to fall,” Julia called to Christian, sitting on the bow and dangling his feet.
“Julia, he’s perfectly fine, he’s got his floaties on, and he’s a boy. Let him climb and be a boy, huh Buddy?” I said, with Christian smiling at me and nodding.
“Sebastian…” she cautioned with a sour look “I really wish you’d stop doing that.
“Doing what?”
“That right there. I tell him something and then you go right in and overrule it. You’re the good one and I’m the bad one. It’s unfair.”
“Oh come on Jules will you quit it with the courtroom lingo, it’s a beautiful day outside, let’s enjoy it and go in the water. Come on Babygirl, let’s go for a swim.”
“No Sebby, I don’t want to get salt in my hair. It takes forever to wash out and the wind is bad enough.”
“Will you at least put on a bikini?”
“Why I’m just going to stay under the shade. Christian…” She yelled walking away from me.
My day of fun on the boat with my family wasn’t turning out to be all that fun. Julia barely acknowledged my advances because, she was too preoccupied with Christian. She followed him around like a leech, constantly rubbing him down with sunscreen, making him drink his juice to keep from getting dehydrated from the heat, and making him wear some stupid looking safari hat to keep his ears from burning.
It was my idea to go out on the boat with my family. We hadn’t gone out on the boat in a while from both of us being so busy. I subconsciously knew what I was doing, I was trying to recreate my trip with Julia that I had experienced with Ysabelle, and it wasn’t fucking working.
I didn’t know when Julia and I started getting too busy for one another, or when she started to turn into someone who didn’t want to get her hair wet. She was a dirt monkey when we were kids. I knew life got in the way sometimes, I hadn’t noticed when that happened. Had this been a recent change? Or had it always been like this and I just never noticed.
We left off the boat that day and Christian passed out in the car before we were able to get him to bed.
Julia met me in the shower and apologized for being moody, she blamed it on stress and being tired. We made love in the shower and then once again in our bed. There were times like this when I had her in my arms that I couldn’t imagine myself anywhere else.
Then the image of Ysabelle’s face would come to me, and I once again felt the longing pull at my heart. It had been a month since I had seen or heard from her. Part of me wished that she would contact me; I didn’t know how the whole VIP thing worked. I thought maybe we were passed that, or that I was different, like she would want to see me again and just reach out.
I know that probably wasn’t part of the rules, but it didn’t stop me from wanting it to happen. I know she felt something for me when we were together. How the fuck could I blame her, she saw me with my family. She knew what I was, why would she want to involve herself in my mess. A mess that I had created and sought out.
I hated to think that maybe she felt relieved. What I hated even more was to think that she hated me or was upset with me. I saw the hurt look in her eyes. I played with fire and Ysabelle was the one that ended up getting burned.
I removed myself from Julia, grabbed my phone off the nightstand, and sat in my office.
S – Hi. It’s Sebastian.
What the fuck was I doing?
Not even a minute later…
Y – I know.
S – How are you?
Y – Good.
So much for small talk…
S – I’m sorry I’m texting so late.
Y – No worries.
She was being cold to me and I hated it.
S – I miss you…
I waited there for over thirty minutes with no reply; I was about to get up when I heard my phone ding.
Y – What does that even mean?
S – I have no fucking clue. All I know is that I do.
Y – WTF…
S – I want to see you again.
Y – Call Madam.
S – What if I wanted to see you out of Madam’s terms.
Y – It doesn’t work that way.
S – What if I wanted it to?
Again, I waited for over fifteen minutes for a response, until I heard the familiar ding.
Y – What do you want me to say?
S – I want you to say yes.
Y – Call Madam. Goodnight.
It wasn’t exactly the way I wanted the conversation to go. Even through the phone I could feel that her wall was up again. I had the pleasure of knocking it down to fucking it all up and having it build again.
I called Madam the next morning and set up another appointment.
*Y*
Madam woke me the next morning to tell me that Sebastian had set up another date. I was to meet with him at the end of the week on Friday, same hotel and room as always.
I was done playing these stupid fucking games with him, he wanted to see me again, then I would make it unforgettable.
The week carried on like it always did, I met with returning clients, and even got to do a little shopping for Friday night.
I waxed, showered, straightened my hair, and applied a bit too much makeup. I went heavy on the eye makeup to make my eyes standout more. I applied shimmery vanilla and honey lotion all over my skin. I took the price tags off the tight red satin push up bra that had black lace towards the cleavage, and the matching Brazilian cut panties. I clipped on the garter set with black stockings and 6” black leather thigh high boots. I finished it off with silver hoop earrings.
I looked myself over in the mirror, before I thought of one last thing and grabbed my black leather crop from my closet. I put on my black knee length coat and made my way to the hotel.
Twenty minutes later and I found myself in front of the same door that I had met him in before. I took a deep breath, walked right in without knocking, and shut the door behind me. He was pouring liquor into his glass and raised his head cocking it to the side when he saw me.
“Good evening, Mr. Vanwell.” I said, in a sultry voice with his face looking confused.
“Ysa-“
“Shhh…” I whispered with my finger to my mouth. “Just watch,” I said, as I undid the first button of my coat, followed by the next and the next one until all I was left in was my lingerie.
I grabbed my crop and slapped it on the palm of my hand; it made a loud snapping noise. His face wasn’t what I was expecting at all, he looked appalled and offended.
“What are you doing?” He scolded.
“What you want. Isn’t this what you want Mr. Vanwell, because that’s what I do. That’s what I am, I’m an escort and I’m h
ere to make all your fantasies come true. Where do you want me? From what I hear you’re paying top dollar Sir, so you know what that means? It means you could put it anywhere.” I teased.
He ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated motion, “Ysa, what are you doing? This isn’t what I want, I want you.”
“This is ME, Mr. Vanwell.”
He slowly walked over to me, “really…I don’t think so. Where’s the woman from the yacht, huh? I want her. Where’s the Ysa I spent three amazing days with?”
“She’s here on her terms.” He was getting closer to me, and I fucking knew the moment he touched me I would be done for.
I circled around him touching the tip of my crop on him, as I seductively glared at him up and down.
“Ysa, stop this,” he demanded, taking my wrist and pulling me back to the front
of him. I didn't falter, I couldn’t. I slid the crop between his legs and smiled a deviant smile.
“What is it Mr. Vanwell, you want me on my knees? Huh? You want my hot, wet mouth around your cock? You want me to take you so deep in the back of my throat that I fucking gag. How about it, Mr. Vanwell? I’ll even let you come on my face.” He jerked back releasing me from him.
I took the opportunity and got on my knees and reached for the buckle of his pants. He grabbed both my wrists “stop this! Fucking stop this right now.”
“Oh come on Mr. Vanwell, if you wanted it rough all you had to do was say please.” I responded trying to tug my hands free.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You think this is what I want? Stop doing this, before you push me too far.”
“What’s wrong Mr. Vanwell, you don’t like being used? Or does your Babygirl do this at home for you.” I sadistically said.
We struggled like this for the next few minutes, both of us trying to gain the control over one another. Until I just wanted it to be over.
“This is what I fucking do, Sebastian. I'm a fucking whore. I fuck both men and women for money. I’ve had threesomes, I’ve done orgies, and I’ve even had it in every one of my holes at once, getting it up the ass so hard that I couldn’t fucking walk the next day!" I angrily screamed.
Before I even saw it coming, he forcefully pushed me to the ground and climbed on top of me. He grabbed my face to try to make me look at him and I tightly shut my eyes.
“Ysa look at me, open your fucking eyes and look at me.” He demanded, as I shook my head back in forth trying to get lose.
He started to gently kiss all over my face and caress me softly, “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, Beautiful Girl, my baby, my girl, you’re perfect…I want you…I just want you, please come back to me. I need you.” He whispered.
I couldn’t take it anymore and I just started pushing him trying to get myself free from his grasp, “stop! Get the fuck off me! I don’t want this, I don’t fucking want you! Get the FUCK off! I fucking hate you, Sebastian! Do you hear me! I fucking hate you!” I yelled over and over again.
He wouldn’t let up; he just kept caressing me, kissing me, and whispering sweet things in my ear. I had enough and pushed him backwards with such force that I was able to slap him across face. Before I could think of the consequences I went at him again, except this time he caught my wrist, I tried with the other hand and he caught that one too.
I laid there beneath him panting profusely, emotionally and physically spent, tears falling from my face that I hadn’t noticed were there until that second. I was expecting him to get up and leave me. But he didn’t, he leaned forward and kissed me. He kissed me gently and softly with just his lips at first, when I felt his tongue in my mouth I moaned in surrender.
I had tried to get rid of him, he just wouldn’t go. I couldn’t do it anymore. I had let him in and he was planning on staying there with or without my consent.
S
What had I done to this confident beautiful woman? I had broken her and I just wanted to put her back together again. The week dragged on as if Friday was never going to be here. The anticipation of seeing her again was wreaking havoc on my entire life. I couldn’t concentrate at work, I lost a mediocre deal because I couldn’t close the guy, and I even forgot about Christian’s baseball game, which caused and argument between Julia and I.
Finally Friday arrived and I patiently waited for her to appear. I could have never expected what was to come. I knew the minute she stepped into the room she wasn’t the Ysa I knew. She was a VIP.
It wasn’t the lingerie that didn’t do it for me, it was her demeanor. She was acting like the part she was expected to play; she played it so well I imagined she had done this hundreds of times before. That hurt my heart more. For someone like Ysabelle, to be used like that and then discarded was cruel beyond words.
The way she threw herself at me and the words that came out of her mouth were punishing. When she got down on her knees it nearly killed me. To hear of what she thought of herself and the things she did for money were just adding salt to the open wound. I didn’t mean to push her, I needed to make her stop, I needed to have her see me, and be with me. I did the only thing I knew how; I kissed and caressed, and told her all the things that were true. The things that I held dear to my heart.
And then she slapped me and I knew she was just trying to push me away further, her hateful words didn’t matter, she didn’t mean them. She was crying and she just wanted to hurt me. I hated to think that she was trying to get back at me for hurting her, for the pain that I had caused and was causing.
When I kissed her the intent was for it to be pure, kissing Ysabelle always took its own turn. It always had its own life, its own existence.
We kissed for what seemed like hours just kissing and exploring each other’s mouth.
I picked her up and carried her over to the bed never breaking our kiss, our connection; easing myself on top of her I caressed the side of her face. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me.
“There you are Baby, there’s my girl.” I encouraged.
Ysabelle’s eyes always said everything to me. There were no need for words when she looked at me, they spoke for her. I undressed her slowly and then myself. We laid naked for a while before I finally entered her.
It was slow, soft, and when we came together it was magical. I was completely, entirely, and wholeheartedly falling for this woman.
After we were done, she laid in my arms with her head on my chest, she drew what seemed like hearts on me with her finger.
“What was that, Ysa?” I asked breaking the silence.
“What are you doing, Sebastian? What are you doing with me?”
“I’m with you Baby that’s what I’m doing. You’re in my arms and I want you to stay there. I don’t want the VIP. I want you. I want this.”
“I don’t even understand what that means.”
“It means that I don’t want to stay away from you. It means that I don’t want you to stay away from me. Be with me Ysa, just like this. Every time we are together I want you just this way. I want Ysa. Can you do that for me?”
I knew what I was implying and what I was suggesting. I wanted her and I didn’t care what way I had her as long as I did.
“Yes,” was all that she answered.
We stayed in bed just like that for the next hour in comfortable silence, until it was time for me to leave. I left Ysabelle with a kiss and the assurance that we would see each other again.
As soon as I got in my car, I called Madam to schedule the next time.
*Y*
I said yes and so began our affair…
We met just like that every Friday for the first few months which quickly turned to two times a week and now I was seeing him more often than not. My appointments with other clients were few and far between, I didn’t really know what was going on and I never asked Madam. I was enjoying only being Sebastian’s.
We never talked about his wife or his family. There were no promises of him leaving her, or me leaving VIP, it was never discussed
.
No I love yous were ever said either.
We just were.
When we were together the whole world didn’t exist. It was just he and I, and I fucking loved it. I officially let go of every wall I had ever created and I completely surrendered myself over to him. My head knew that he was married and belonged to someone else, my heart, my fucking heart didn’t give a flying fuck. It jumped in full boar to accept him in any shape, way, or form I could get him.
When we were together, I got to pretend that he was mine and that was good enough for me.
Chapter 21
“Sebastian, what is this?” Julia called, walking into the living room where Christian was sound asleep curled up beside me.
“What Julia?” I asked, moving my head around her to see the interception from Payton Manning.
“What are all of these charges for The W?” She asked, flipping through the pages of my credit card statement. Shit. I forgot to have that card be mailed over to my work. I sat up, sliding sleeping Christian to the side.
“You know what that is. I’ve always paid for rooms for my clients. It’s the least I can do with the money they spend. Why are you going through my mail anyways?”
“I thought it was mine. We do still have the same last name. You’re going to get defensive because, I opened your mail?”
“I’m not getting defensive,” I assured her, taking the bill from her hand. That bill was getting switched over first thing in the morning. I didn’t need Julia getting all PI on me. I had enough on my plate to add anymore.
“I’m sorry, Sebby. I didn’t mean to sound so bitchy. I just feel like we’re drifting apart. I don’t like all this space between us,” she whined. Oh, my God. That thought instantly crossed my mind. Why did I just think she was whining? I never thought that way before. I would have embraced her and tried to ease all her anxieties.