MVP (VIP Book 3) (33 page)

I could feel her rapid beating heartbeat on my chest and I placed my hand on it and she dotingly opened her eyes.

My girl.

The devotion, commitment, love, and adoration were spilling out of her dilated, intensely piercing green eyes that always showed me the world. It was glowing out of her and engraving itself into my heart, right where it belonged. I hadn’t seen it in such a long time and I was literally fucking shattering.

Mine.

“I love you, please don’t ever think that I don’t love you. I didn’t know the meaning of the word until I met you. You will
always
own every part of me. It’s yours,” she expressed with lust and sincerity.

“My girl.”

“Yours. Always yours,” she reaffirmed.

I tenderly kissed all over her face, along her jawline, her forehead, and on the tip of her nose, placing my cock on her clit. I rested my elbows on the sides of her face with my whole body displayed on top of her. I rocked back and forth on the bundle of nerves in a steady motion, grabbing her by the chin to once again claim her mouth. It started off slow, but my movements became urgent and more demanding, her mouth parted and I felt wetness slipping out of her and onto my balls.

Her eyes widened in pleasure. I effortlessly thrust into her in one plunge and her back arched off the bed and I immediately lapped at her neck and breasts, leaving tiny marks all over, I didn’t want to move, I wanted to enjoy the sensation of her pussy clamping down on me and of us becoming one. She started to rock her hips and I took her silent plea, gyrating my hips and making her legs spread wider to accommodate me.

“That feel good?” I groaned, making my way back up to her mouth.

“Yes…deeper…harder,” she breathed out.

Her arms reached around me and she hugged me against her body, wanting to feel my entire weight on her. I leaned my forehead on hers and I didn’t even have to tell her to open her eyes to look at me. They were already opened, looking lively and thriving and full of love for me. Our mouths were parted, still touching and we were both panting profusely, trying to feel each and every sensation of our skin on skin contact. I swear the pounding of our hearts echoed off the walls. I felt myself starting to come apart and Ysabelle was right there with me, waiting to take the mind-blowing dive together. I put all my weight on my right knee and used the other for more momentum to push in and out. She moved her hands to my ass, holding on tightly, making my dick shove deep within her core.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she continually moaned, climaxing all around my cock and taking me right along with her.

I shook with my release and kissed her passionately until I was hard again and we continued to make love all night.

I awoke the next morning alone. There was a single rose and piece of paper on his pillow.

I have an offshore trip all day. I won’t be back till late tonight. I didn’t want to wake you. I love you, Ysa.

Sebastian

I grabbed the rose and brought it to my nose, breathing in its splendor and beauty. I took a shower, trying to clear my thoughts and confusion.

Was I really going to do this?

Part of me was relieved that Sebastian was working all day and that I wouldn’t have to see him after last night. The night we shared was passionate and powerful; I wished everything could be that easy. Our sex life was never an issue for us, we didn’t have to use words and we were able to express our feelings, thoughts, and emotions that we felt through our in sync movements. It was simple.

It was never about love…that was never the problem.

Love was the easy part.

No one tells you about the other stuff that goes along with sharing your life with someone. How much you have to be on the same page to move forward. The future that is now two people becoming one. It’s terrifying. People say that opposites attract. We were like a magnet with different kinetic energy that immediately got pulled together with a force that neither of us could understand. It was greater than knowledge or reason. It was meant to be. I didn’t doubt that he came into my life for a reason; I was positive that I came into his for another. We completed each other in a way that I couldn’t fathom.

There were underlying issues that I didn’t take into consideration until now. Things that I knew would never change for me and also for him. I couldn’t continue to be selfish and risk the best thing that ever happened to me. It wasn’t fair to him. And I knew deep down he was aware of it. He could see it every time he looked at me. I couldn’t hide from him.

I never could.

When you love someone, sometimes you just have to let them go. I did that the first time and he came back to me…

Could I do it again?

We built a life together. A home.

How could I walk away from that?

But how could I stay knowing that we both wanted different things? I blatantly heard him say it,
resentment
is not a bitch I wanted to fuck with. I spent the entire morning and afternoon lying on my patio furniture, looking at my bracelet…spinning it around in a circle. The irony was not lost on me.

The sun was setting as I walked back inside and my cell phone rang.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Hey, Ysabelle,” my hostess from Chances replied.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing, I was waiting for you to send the comps over for tonight’s VIP list.”

“Oh shit, I completely forgot. I gave the list to Sebastian and he’s offshore till late tonight. Let me check if it’s in his office. I’ll call you back.”

“Okay.”

I hung up, making my way into his desk. I searched around the first few drawers.

“Got it,” I said to myself, holding a bunch of pieces of paper together. I placed the list on the desk and I was about to put the rest of the sheets back where they came from, but there was the back of a picture at the bottom of the drawer and something possessed me to grab it. I flipped it over and it was Olivia. She was sitting in his old bedroom at home.

I had to sit down because I felt like the ground beneath me was shaking and crashing.

Why would he still have a picture of her? And why would he hide it?

It was all too much. It was like one thing after another.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

My cell phone rang and it took me out of my disoriented daze.

“Hello,” I responded, in autopilot.

“Bella,” she choked.

“Brooke?” I asked, confused. “Are you are all right? What’s wrong?”

“Bella, it’s Madam. We’re in the hospital and she’s been badly injured. I don’t know what to do and I need you to come home. I need your help with everything. I can’t do this on my own. Please, please tell me you’ll come home.”

Madam hurt?
“What? Is she okay?”

“Yes…but the doctors don’t know how long it will take for her to recover and VIP can’t run itself. I need you to come home and help me. Bella, we owe everything to VIP. We can’t let it go down because Madam is helpless. Tell me you are coming home.”

What do I do?
“Brooke…”

“Please…for me,” she whimpered.

I looked down at the photo in my hand and it made the decision for me. “All right. I’ll book the next flight out.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll have the jet come get you. It should be there by tonight.”

“Okay,” was all I could reply with.

“And Bella?”

“Yes.”

“Are you coming alone?”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the picture. “Yes.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“I’ll see you soon,” I said and hung up.

I didn’t know how long I sat there and I barely remembered packing and leaving. It was like I was having an out of body experience.

I came to when the pilot announced, “Welcome to Miami.”

I knew the second I walked into the house, something was wrong. I grabbed the letter and read it. It was then that I realized last night wasn’t about us making love.

It was about her saying goodbye.

Men.

You can’t live with them; you can’t live without them.

Who the fuck does he think he is…telling me he loves me and has left his wife.
Does he take me for a fool?
Love NEVER fucking prevails. It’s a myth. Created by women who have nothing better to do than to fantasize about fairy tales, happy endings, prince charming, and the motherfucking Tooth Fairy.

I learned a long a time ago that you depend on one person and one person only.

Yourself.

I had no time to deal with Mika and his avant-garde performance. Ysabelle was coming home.

Finally.

“Hello,” Pablo answered.

“Did you take care of all the loose ends?” I asked into the phone.

“Of course. It’s all taken care of; it looks like it was a fluke. Just a random attack. How are you feeling?”

“How the fuck do you think I’m feeling? I’m high on morphine; I’m fucking fantastic. Brooke is on her way back to The Cathouse and Ysabelle will be there shortly.”

“You’re really going to let them run things?”

“It’s a test that I know she won’t fail.”