MVP (VIP Book 3) (3 page)

I wish it were that easy.

The God’s honest truth was that she didn’t trust me. Ysabelle could hide from everyone; I’ve seen it and experienced it first hand. However, Ysa couldn’t hide from me. Her emotions, thoughts, feelings, were all governed by a façade that she put up, and she didn’t even realize she was doing it. It’s fully engrained in her; it’s all she knew.

I had the privilege to have knocked it all down, with no right, might I add. Only to have personally placed each slab precisely on top of each other and built it right back up. No one did that but me.

I lived with that regret.

It’s no longer on my terms…it’s on hers…

And that scared me more than anything.

“Do you see what time it is?” I announced, holding my phone up to his face. He grinned a sexy smile that made me want to kiss and slap him at the same time.

He leaned in and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him, my front to his front. My breathing hitched as his lips whispered into my ear. “I can’t help that my cock has an attachment to your sweet pussy.”

My eyes widened and I sucked in my bottom lip.

“You have no idea how amazing it feels to be inside you, Ysa. I just had you and I want you again.” He kissed the side of my neck before pulling away, leaving me half stumbling to catch my composure. “Plus, I’m making up for lost time,” he said with a wink and walked away.

Jesus…

He had found me two months ago and I felt like I was being introduced to a completely different side of him. Of course, I knew how demanding and controlling he was in bed. We weren’t allowed to do it in public before and it had been somewhat of a surprise to how vocal and affectionate he was. I loved it. Having him back in my life was extremely unexpected; we were away from each other for almost two years. I never anticipated that he would make his way back to me. I knew he loved me and I know he still does, it didn’t stop.

We hadn't said it to one another, and I wasn't going to be the one to say it first, even though I felt it in my being. He was the one…

Love is a battlefield.

There are two opponents on each side of the scale; one person moved forward, backward, side-to-side and the scale tips. In order to make it work, you have to work together. It takes two mutual parties becoming one. Communication is key. It’s the very foundation that will make or break your unity.

But guess what? Love causes war.

I was twenty-six years old and felt like I was fifty. I’ve experienced so much beyond my years that a normal person couldn’t possibly fathom. I had seen things that people have only dreamt about or read about in books. I’ve sold my soul to the devil and lived to talk about it. There wasn’t one place on my body that hadn’t been touched by a man or a woman, except my heart. That has only ever been touched and connected to one person.

Sebastian.

From the first time that I literally fell into his arms, it was home. There was this unspoken bond that I felt as soon as I looked into his eyes; they held more emotion and sincerity than I had ever had the privilege of witnessing before, and it was only for me. It was as if he looked through me as opposed to at me. Every time we locked eyes and got lost in the intensity of our stares, we were one. I had no idea if that was even possible or if it even made sense.

I didn’t know anything about love.

All I knew was that being without him was like not being able to breathe–you could survive on an oxygen tank that provided you with a comfortable life, but you already knew what it was like to breathe on your own–so you longed for the way it was before. It would be miserable. There was no going back. That being said…I knew how to look out for me. I knew how to survive because I had to. I controlled everything around me…I always had. I had no control around him and that scared the living shit out of me.

I had more money than I could spend in three, maybe four lifetimes.

I had experienced loss, contentment, survival, happiness, and even love.

I didn’t have any regrets in my life, and I didn’t know if that made me a good or bad person. After some of the things I had done, it could go either way.

To me…

I’ve lived.

I’ve survived.

I had come from nothing and became a VIP.

And a huge part of me will always be proud of that.

I know that sounds asinine, but you haven’t lived my life. I never felt any self-worth until I became a VIP. The Madam was a mother to me, just like she said she would be. She took me in and made something from nothing. She gave me tools to become one of the elite. For a girl like me, that was immense. You could criticize and judge me all you want; I’ve always been honest. That’s one trait you can’t take away from me. You wanted the rest of our story, and if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be sitting here reading it.

I am who I am, I always have been. An old dog can’t be taught new tricks, but they can adapt…and that’s what I was trying to do. I embraced whatever the fuck was handed to me.

It’s who I am.

I’ve always felt like I was Sebastian’s puppet, and he pulled the strings until I couldn’t take it anymore and cut myself loose. When we were asleep and his arms were around me, I felt safe…I felt home. My eyes would begin to shut and then my mind wandered from consciousness to unconsciousness, and it always returned to the same thing.

Was he with me because I look like Olivia?

Was he with me because Julia wanted the divorce?

Was he going to hurt me again?

Could I really trust him again?

I had let all my barriers and guards down with him once and it blew up in my face. Mocking me.

I’m trying…

But lie to me once, shame on you.

Lie to me twice…

Shame on me.

Chances really was an amazing bar; Ysabelle had done a great job with making her vision become a reality. It was located in Providenciales, which was the centralized area for nightlife. The bar was opened from 9am-10pm; Sunday through Wed and Thursday through Saturday 10am-4am. She had spent a small fortune having her place above sound proofed. It was beautiful; it overlooked the water with the sand below your feet. Clients loved to feel like they were at a beach party. The bar was the main attraction, positioned right in the middle with area-lighting set up all around and mirrors behind the liquor, to make it look as if it were reflecting the sun. All the high-top tables were scattered around the bar with tiki huts and flat screens placed everywhere to bring in the sports crowds. She’d spent a lot of money on this place and I couldn’t have been more proud of her. The staff absolutely adored her; she was a great boss.

“So I’ve been thinking,” I hesitated as I watched her ass sway in her tight bikini bottoms that showed more ass cheeks than it actually covered.

“That’s dangerous,” she replied, looking up through her eyelashes while she cleaned one of the tables at her bar. She smiled and cocked her head to the side, knowing exactly what I was thinking. “What?” she goaded.

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

She laughed. “Oh, come on…I know that look. You know…you never seemed to care before what kind of bikinis I wore. Just saying.”

“I don’t care now.”

“Right…”

“I just think that maybe you should put on a few more clothes. You are the owner; it might help if you looked more professional.”

Her eyes widened.
Shit. Wrong thing to say.

“That’s not–”

She put her hand up in the air to stop me. “Nope, too late; you already said it. But let me remind you that I’ve run this bar for a year and a half and it was voted top three hot spots in all the Caribbean since it opened.” She balanced out her hands. “So…”

“Ysa, that’s not what I meant and you know it. I’m fully aware that you know what you’re doing. In almost everything.”

She smiled.

“I’m purely speaking from a possessive and–”

“Jealous?” she interrupted.

“I’d call it protective…standpoint.”

“I’d call it bullshit.” She shrugged her shoulders and purposely dropped the napkin on the floor in front of her. “Oh look,” she mocked. “I better get that.” She bent down on her hands and knees, leaving her ample cleavage to fall forward out of her top, and then sat up on her ankles. “It’s really hot in here. You know…I think maybe you’re right. This is a topless beach, I should probably dress more professional.” Her delicate fingers reached up to the strings tied together at the back of her neck.

“Do it and see what happens,” I threatened.

She raised an eyebrow and with one hand, started to pull at the tie. I jumped over the bar, catching her by surprise and propelling her backward onto the sand with me on top of her. My hand caught around her tiny fingers and she laughed. Her eyes were dilated, getting the exact response she wanted.

“You’re a bad girl,” I breathed out between kissing her. “I think you just wanted me on top of you.”

“I’ll never tell…” she sang out and tried to turn her face, so I laid more of my weight on her to keep her where I wanted her. She sucked in air when she felt my hand on her inner thigh. “You wouldn’t?” she warned, not turning to look at me.

“Bad girls deserve to be punished. Should I punish you?”

She finally turned her face and I looked into her big, beautiful green eyes that were now sedated. She stuck out her bottom lip and shook her head no, pouting and surrendering to me.

“What do I get if I let this go as a warning?” I cautioned.

“What do you want?” she teased.

“Oh, we’re playing some high stakes here, Ysa…it’s going to be a good one. How about you wear some shorts, or even that see through skirt thing that doesn’t really cover anything, but it’s more than what your bottoms do.”

She gasped, dropping her mouth open in shock.

“You give me that and I won’t unleash the fury.”

She laughed. “Oh my God, Sebastian, that’s fucking cheating.”

“Call it whatever you want, but I’m not the one in the position to have to compromise here. That’s what happens when you fuck with people that are bigger than you and can hold you down until they get what they want. You should have thought about that before you decided to tempt and provoke me. Actions have consequences, Ysa.”