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“It’s already forgotten, silly girl.” She
grabbed her purse and we were out the door. She followed me to the
parking garage, I had her next gift in my hand and I couldn’t wait
to see her face. I stopped her as she started to walk to the
passenger side.

“Wow, that’s one hell of a car,” she said
right on cue. I slid my hand into hers with the keys.

“Great, because it’s yours.”

“What the fuck? Are you kidding? I haven’t
even made any money yet.”

“Ysabelle,” I said in a frustrated tone.

“Thank you, Madam.” I smiled and started to
walk over to the passenger side.

It would have been an understatement to say
how much I enjoyed being able to give Ysabelle all that she
deserved. I felt pride, excitement, and fulfillment.

The saints had given me another.

Redemption.

And it came in the form of Ysabelle
Telle.

Chapter 37

The
next few days Ysabelle got acquainted with the girls, though I
could immediately tell she got along the best with Brooke. I
wondered if I influenced that. Girls get attached to those they
experiment first with.

The second we made it to The Gala, Brooke
took Ysabelle to the bathroom, just how she was supposed to. I
circulated the room, mingling with everyone, and then I saw
him.

Mika.

I ignored him and turned to find the girls.
As soon as the three gentlemen saw Ysabelle, they wanted her. It
was going to be a great night…unfortunately, I spoke to soon.

Ysabelle made a complete fool of herself and,
God, if it didn’t make me want to put her over my knee.

“Can you excuse us, gentlemen?” I announced
to them, not looking at Ysabelle.

She followed me to an office where I leaned
against the desk, crossing my ankles. She wrung her hands and
dropped her head, waiting for the storm. And it only further pissed
me off.

“What are you doing? Drop your hands and look
at me. Do you want to be here, Ysabelle? Have I not made myself
perfectly clear about everything, and what is expected from you? Do
you think for one second that any of this behavior you’re
exhibiting right now, will be tolerated? If you would rather go
back to earning not even half of what you are truly worth, then the
damn door is behind you.” I let out a loud frustrated sigh and
composed myself.

I didn’t need to make her feel any worse than
she already did, even though I wanted to. I had to hold back and
not be too hard on her, and it was one of the toughest things I
ever had to do.

“Now…are you ready?” I tested. If she
answered no, I couldn’t be held responsible for what I was going to
do.

“Yes. I’m fine. I promise.”

I smiled a deviant little smile as I walked
toward her. I circled her and moved her hair from the front of her
shoulder to her back. “Who’s holding the control, Bella Rosa?” I
asked in my domineering tone.

“I am,” she replied.

“That’s my girl, now you’re going to put
these nerves to rest and show these men how confident you are.
You’ve got the looks. You’ve got the body, and you need to have the
confidence, my beautiful girl. I want to see you express that
authority. Do you understand me, Ysabelle?” I asked, raising my
voice and causing her to jump a little.

Learn one thing; your children need to fear
you. It’s a part of parenting.

“I’m sorry, Madam. Of course, I understand
everything,” she replied with more confidence.

“You are in control. You don’t ever forget
that. These men do not pay for a little girl.”

She learned right then and there that I was
to be respected. I didn’t fuck around and she needed to pick and
choose her battles. She decided at that moment that I was her
Madam.

“I’m ready, Madam,” she promised.

“Follow me,” I ordered.

I left her in Brooke’s room to observe her,
but also to get her wet.

A hand grabbed my upper arm and pulled me
into the adjoining room.

“Who the hell-” I shouted and stopped when I
saw Mika’s smirking face.

“I’m working. Can I help you?”

He leaned on the dresser and crossed his arms
and ankles. “You know, Angel, I’m not going to say that my feelings
aren’t hurt a little because they are.”

I rolled my eyes. “What the fuck are you
going on about?”

“Why didn’t you offer her to me?” he
questioned.

“What?”

“The new girl, Ysabelle. I want her.” He
smiled.

I laughed. “Well you can’t have her. She’s
already taken.”

“I’ll pay three times as much as her suitor
did.”

“No,” I hastily responded.

He cocked his head to the side. “Really?
Since when do you turn down money or give a fuck who I play with.
Our relationship is supposed to stay the same, says you. Well guess
what? I want her. Make it happen. I’ll even let you watch. I know
how much you love to watch, Angel. ”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I don’t
have time for this. She is already taken; it has nothing to do with
you.”

“All right, then I want her tomorrow or the
next time she is available,” he spoke with conviction.

“No,” was all I could reply.

“Why?” he countered.

I walked right up to him. “Because, Ysabelle
is made for other things. I will never allow you to have her.”

“I don’t understand. Since when do you give a
flying fuck where I stick my cock? I have been with almost all the
VIPs, she’s up next.”

“I don’t have time for this. It’s not
happening, now or ever. Don’t worry about it, Mika. I’ll make it up
to you, and I will throw in free VIPs just for you.”

“Why are you being so possessive over
her?”

I leaned in close to his lips, and
seductively traced them while looking into his eyes. “Because…she’s
mine.” I turned and left.

As soon as I closed the door, I leaned my
entire body weight on it, feeling like my legs were going to give
out. I took three deep breaths and composed myself before walking
back to get Ysabelle.

She turned and saw me quietly wave for her to
join me from the cracked door.

“Are we good now, Ysabelle?” I didn’t have to
ask. Her eyes were dilated and dark.

“Absolutely.”

“Fabulous. Darling, we had a little bit of a
bidding war with our men this evening. It seems as though the
gentlemen all want a piece of the action,” I boasted, raising my
eyebrows.

Up until Mika decided to cloud my judgment, I
was thrilled with the outcome for her first time. I couldn’t wait
to watch her in action, not because of the arousal, but from the
power and control she was about to realize she held all this
time.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you too much for
your first time, so we came up with a happy medium. Gabriel wants
you more, he paid top dollar for you. Here’s the catch…the rest of
the men get to watch.” I paused for a moment to let her soak in my
words.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head;
it’s only the three suitors you met downstairs. And me of course. I
wouldn’t leave you alone, my pet, at least not your first time,
don’t fret.” I paused and looked at her directly in the eyes to
make sure I was understood.

“No one is allowed to touch you other than
Gabriel,” I explained.

She was intimidated. I knew she didn’t want
to make the same mistake and disappoint me again. It pleased me
that she was more nervous about me than she was about the men.

I needed to reassure her. “Bella, my love.
Stop worrying about pleasing me, and focus on pleasing yourself.
This is about you, and nobody else.”

We walked into the room and the three
gentlemen sat center stage waiting for her. I never said a word. I
went to a bistro table in the corner, trying to make myself as
invisible as possible. This wasn’t about me; it was about her.

I watched with an incredible amount of pride
on my face, I was sure. The way she took control but submitted to
him all at the same time was absolutely perfect. I couldn’t have
asked her to do a better job.

All three men were stroking themselves.

“Yes…yes…just like that…I’m coming…I’m
coming…” she begged while coming undone.

I smiled. I know I have said this time and
time again; however, you truly need to understand. I couldn’t
reiterate it enough.

VIPs aren’t made; they’re born.

He moved her to the bed and laid her on her
back in the middle.

This was it. She could never go back from
this.

She opened her eyes to find Gabriel smiling
above her with the most satisfied smirk on his face. She turned her
face and caught me leaving through the slits in her overactive
eyes. I smiled at her with a wink as I exited the room.

I didn’t have to watch to know that he fucked
her and she loved it.

 

 

<>-<>-<>-<>

Our limo ride home was quiet. Ysabelle’s mind
was racing.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I questioned.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Care to share, Bella Rosa?”

“I was just thinking I feel pleased…excited.
I’m on a high right now. Does that make sense?”

“Perfectly.” I reached into my clutch and
retrieved a white envelope. This was going to make it so much
better.

“This, Bella Rosa, will make you feel even
higher.” She opened it and there, before her very eyes, were
hundreds and hundreds of bills. She had never seen that much money
before.

“It’s $80,000.” Her mouth dropped open.

“You made $160,000 tonight; Gabriel paid
$100,000 to be your first client. I charged the other suitors a
measly $20,000, forgive me for that, Bella Rosa, I had to entice
them regarding the price. I promise you, they will pay more for you
later; that I can assure you. Enjoy it, as you will never forget
your first time.”

And I meant every fucking word.

Chapter 38

Time
had flown by, VIP was everywhere, and I do mean absolutely
everywhere. Ysabelle brought in tons of business; I was actually
turning clients away because she was always booked. Men and women
loved her; I even started charging more money for her. She always
let me handle the financial and booking details for her, she could
have taken it over, but she wanted it to be my responsibility. She
said it made it easier for her.

That only proved to me that Ysabelle wanted
to be taken care of, and I didn’t mind doing it.

It all happened so fast and I wish that I had
seen it coming; I wish I could tell you that I felt it or
something, but I would be lying. I haven’t lied to you yet, so I’m
not going to start now. I didn’t ever think that it would happen,
not one fucking bit of it.

I was ecstatic when he finally called.

Sebastian Vanwell was one of the biggest
power players in Miami. He was the top rated yacht dealer all over,
and devastatingly handsome. I was thrilled when I heard he got a
card for Ysabelle- see, that’s who she was. That’s just the type of
people she brought in.

Only the best.

I always knew he was married. Did I care?
What do you think?

Just in case…I didn’t give a shit about him
being married. Here’s what threw me off though. He was happily
married- and by happily, I mean he was head over heels in love with
his wife and child- and we didn’t get a lot of those. That’s just
the magnetic pull that my girl has…I honestly didn’t think he was
going to call; it was like a silent test for Ysabelle. A test she
passed with flying colors. I was the one that failed, not her.

“Mr. Vanwell, so nice of you to finally call,
darling,” I proclaimed.

“Oh…wait– I think you have me confused with
someone else. You don’t know me,” he explained.

I learned a long time ago how to work a man,
you stroke his ego.

“Oh no? You’re not Sebastian Vanwell,
Alejandro’s friend? I apologize if I have mistaken you for someone
else,” I said and he laughed nervously.

“I do know Alejandro. I don’t think I would
call him my friend. I didn’t know he would speak of me to you. I’m
caught a little off guard by that.”

As he should be, I wouldn’t want my
acquaintances talking about me either. Appearances were the only
thing that mattered in this town. I needed to reassure him that I
meant no harm and that he could trust me. Fuck, all he had to
believe was that I was his new best friend.

“Mr. Vanwell, there is nothing to worry
about. My business tailors to clientele through referrals. All
clients know this, and they also know not to refer unless they know
the person can keep the upmost anonymity. Alejandro just let me
know that he gave you a business card.”

“Right. Listen…I don’t even know why I’m
calling. I’m sorry I wasted your time,” he said as he was about to
hang up. I would never let him get away that easily.

“Sebastian…may I call you Sebastian?” I
asked.

“Umm…yes.”

“Great. Sebastian, I can sense your
nervousness over the phone. You’re not doing anything wrong,
darling. Just relax. We’re two consenting adults talking. Now let
me begin by telling you how excited I am that you called. I heard
you were quite taken by my Ysabelle. She is a beautiful thing isn’t
she?”

“Yes,” he whispered as I chuckled.

“Ysabelle is my prized possession, Sebastian;
she is very special to me. Do you understand that?”

“I do. Can I speak freely?”

“Of course.”

“I’m not quite sure what you mean. She
belongs to you? I don’t understand.”

“Oh yes…I have gotten a bit ahead of myself,
haven’t I? Please excuse my carelessness. Ysabelle works for me,
Sebastian. She’s my girl, she’s an escort.”

He didn’t speak for several seconds, but I
heard his breathing so I knew he was still there. I needed to reel
him back in. I didn’t for once second believe he didn’t know what
Ysabelle was, that piqued my interest that much more.

“Are you there?”

“I’m sorry to have wasted your time. I had no
idea. I’m a happily married man. I just thought…I– I don’t know
what I thought,” he stuttered.

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