MVP (VIP Book 3)

by Robinson, M

  My eyebrows lowered as I spoke into the phone. “Jen, let me give you a call back and don’t do anything yet. Okay, bye.”

  “Was that about the house?” she immediately asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Were you telling her to put it back on the market?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  I laughed. “What do you mean why?”

  “I thought you wanted the house?”

  “I do.”

  “Then why are you asking her to put it back on the market?”

  I arched an eyebrow. “Ysa, why are you asking me this? It was never my decision, it was yours.”

  She nodded. “I didn’t tell you I didn’t want the house.”

  “You also didn’t tell me you did.”

  Her eyes wandered all around the room and then back at me. “I want the house,” she simply stated.

  “You do?” I questioned, caught completely off guard.

  “I think so…but I want both of us to buy it, together.”

  “Ysa, it was my gift to you for Christmas. Your name will be on the title, it will be our home. I’d like to buy it for us.”

  “Well…I’d like to help. I mean we’ve been living together for ten months now. This place was completely paid for so we didn’t have to discuss bills and stuff. Maybe we should do that.”

  “Okay…”

  She sat down on the other couch with nervousness and anxiety radiating off of her.

  “I don’t think this needs to be said, but I’m going to say it anyway. We both have a lot of money. I mean, I have more money than I know what to do with. I’d like to invest in the house as well. They’re asking three million dollars and we could split that and not have a mortgage. The bills could be split evenly as well.”

  “I don’t know how I feel about that. I want to take care of you.”

  She sighed. “I really appreciate that. Honestly I do. But I don’t need you to take care of me, at least not in that way. I would feel like a freeloader or something if you paid for everything, and I don’t like that. I want us to go into this together, I’m not saying I want a joint bank account; your money is your money and so is mine. Though we can have an account that we each deposit money into every month to cover our bills.”

  My eyebrows leaned in together and my mouth curved.

  “I know what you’re thinking and it’s not because I don’t trust you or anything like that. I’ve given you a lot of me. I pride myself in being financially stable. I never had been growing up and I can’t give that up. So please don’t ask me to. We’re partners. Buying a house together makes me feel like I’m bringing something to the table and so are you. Can you give me this?”

  As much as I wanted to fight her on it, I couldn’t. I had won half the battle and it was going to have to be good enough. For now.

  I reluctantly nodded and she tackled me, wrapping her entire body around mine.

  “I love you! Ahhhhh! We just bought a house! Call her.”

  I called her and she told us to meet her at the house to go over everything and to bring our checkbooks. We signed all the paperwork and we each wrote her a huge fucking check. She handed over the keys and said she would bring the title, along with the rest of the paperwork in a few days. We hugged her goodbye and walked her out.

  The house was officially ours.

  “Now what?” I goaded, spreading my legs on the stairs.

  “I have something in mind. Get up,” he demanded.

  I arched an eyebrow. “Why?”

  He pulled me into his lap, my back to his front. “If you won’t move then I’ll do it for you.” He bit my shoulder. Hard.

  “Ow! What was that for?”

  He softly kissed the bite mark, not saying a word, and placed a few more kisses along my shoulder blades. Then he bit me again. Hard.

  “Ow! What are you doing?” I asked, trying to move away, but he held me firmer.

  I could feel him smiling, though he still didn’t say anything. He repeated the process a few more times, leaving bite marks from one shoulder to the other and then tenderly kissed every last one, trailing kisses back up to my ear.

  “My girl.”

  I smiled and nodded.

  “You know what I want?”

  “Hmmm…”

  “I want to fuck you on these stairs. I don’t want to be soft or tender, I don’t even want to be sweet.”

  I looked back at him and he kissed along my jawline.

  “You want to know why?”

  “Yes,” I breathed out.

  He grinned as his hands reached around to remove my dress. He tossed it aside and I was left in nothing but panties. He kneaded my breasts and my head fell back on his shoulder.

  “Where are you right now?” he asked with a certain desire and edge to his tone.

  “Home,” I instantly replied.

  “Where am I?”

  I peeked over at him, knowing what he wanted. “Home.”

  “And where are we?”

  “We’re home, Sebastian, our place, together.”

  He smiled and slapped the side of my breast. I whimpered in pleasure as his nails started raking up and down my torso until he dug his thumbs in the sides of my panties. I leaned back onto his body and he slid them down, I kicked them off when they reached my ankles.

  I rocked my hips on his hard-on and he jerked my head back by my hair.

  “Are you wet?” he murmured into my ear.

  I moaned in response and rested my hands on his thighs to open my legs further, provoking him to check. He took my silent plea and his fingers crept to my clit.

  I cunningly smiled.

  “You’re always so fucking wet,” he groaned into my neck.

  He alternated using his palm and fingers to manipulate my nub and I moved my hips in the opposite direction that he stimulated. My clit was overly exposed from the angle and it didn’t take long for my wetness to pool.

  “That feel good, Ysa?”

  There was something animalistic in his voice that I had never heard before. I sucked in my lower lip and he let up on my hair, opting to grab the back of my neck instead and geared me sideways into his lap. We were face-to-face now and the expression on his face was primal. When his fingers slipped into my opening, my head wanted to fall back, but he wouldn’t allow it. He held me firm in place, where he could watch my face come apart. He finger fucked my g-spot like a man possessed and on a mission to prove something.

  My mouth parted, my breathing escalated, and when my eyes started to roll to the back of my head, he yanked my neck forward so that they would stay open.

  “Jesus…Sebastian…please let me come…please,” I begged.

  “Pull out my cock,” he demanded and I did.

  He sat me on his dick before I even saw it coming, and he effortlessly thrust up while I slid down his shaft in one plunge. I came on the spot. My body trembled and my come dripped down his balls. He didn’t give me any time to recover as he turned our bodies so that we were closer to the railing, and I grabbed a spindle to support my weight.

  “Lean forward,” he huskily ordered.

  I did as I was told and he gripped my hips. Hard. I knew there would be markings all over my body when he was done having his way with me. He forcefully and urgently made me bounce on his cock as he slammed into me with his own movements.

  “I’m climaxing so hard, your dick feels fucking amazing.”

  He growled and clutched my hips harder, standing us up.

  “Jesus…Sebastian, what’s gotten into you?” I panted, trying to find my bearings.

  He put one of my legs on the other railing and leaned my body forward on the other. I started to shake from the awkward angle.

  “I got you, you’re not going to fall,” he stated, reading my body.

  I nodded and he swiftly thrust back inside me.

  “Fuck…” we said in unison.

  He stood sideways in between my legs, slamming in and out of me, hold
ing my hips and body weight the entire time. My noises grew louder and louder the closer I got to release.

  “Oh my God, Sebastian, I am going to come so hard. Please…please…please…make me come.”

  He fucked me harder and faster, mercilessly pounding into me.

  “That’s it…squeeze my cock with your tight pussy that I can’t get enough of. Fuck…you’re pulsating, so tight.”

  The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the room.

  “Yes…yes…yes…” My body shuddered and I almost lost my balance from my intense and overpowering orgasm.

  He didn’t stop, his hands moved to my shoulders and he continued to slam into me. I tried to keep his pace, barely done with one release and another hit.

  “Fuck yes…do it, do it, do it,” he urged. “Keep coming on my cock.” I fell forward, clenching onto his cock and he made this roaring sound as we came together.

  We both panted profusely, trying to catch our bearings and he kissed all over my face, not removing himself from deep inside me.

  “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  “I’m fine…I’m fine…” I repeated, looking up at him.

  “Welcome home, Ysa.”

  And he had just fucked me like he meant it.

  It didn’t take long for us to move in since we decided to keep my place above the bar as it was, just in case we wanted to stay there for whatever reason. All we had to move were clothes and stuff like that. We ordered everything online together and our style was Caribbean chic. It took two weeks for everything to be delivered and then another week to get it all situated, it had been three weeks since it was ours. I had never decorated a house before, and there was 4,500 square feet. That didn’t include the lanai.

  “Are you really moving that again?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. Do you think it looked better where it was before?”

  “Yeah, I do, considering there’s already holes in the wall where it was.”

  I narrowed my eyes.

  “Kidding…put it wherever it makes you happy.”

  “Sebastian,” I said, stomping my foot.

  “Ysabelle,” he mocked, stomping his foot.

  “You haven’t helped at all and every time I ask you for your opinion you don’t care.”

  He smiled. “You’re right, I don’t.”

  I glared at him.

  “Ysa, I have a dick, which means I don’t give a fuck where anything goes. Do what makes you happy.”

  I placed my hands on my hips. “That’s stupid! And makes no sense.”

  “Listen, feisty woman. Unless you want me to make you come on the painting, then I don’t care.”

  “All you ever think about is sex. I can’t even get a straight answer from you for five minutes because you just want to get your dick wet.”

  “I didn’t hear you complaining this morning and again this afternoon,” he shouted, walking away from me.

  Damn him.

  “That’s because you keep making me have sex with you everywhere!” I yelled back.

  He was adamant on us christening every corner. I’m not kidding.

  Who has sex in a pantry?

  We do.

  Julia’s number appeared on my cell phone.

  “Hello,” I answered.

  “Hey, how are you?”

  “Great, we’re about settled. Ysabelle might be going crazy, though.”

  She laughed. “She’s nesting, Sebastian, it’s what we do.”

  “Mmm hmm…so much fun. How are you?”

  “I’m good. Christian’s spring break is coming up.”

  “Wow, I can’t believe it’s already almost into April.”

  “I know; can you believe you’ve been there for almost eleven months?”

  “Time flies. Are you planning anything for spring break?”

  “I am. That’s why I’m calling. What do you think about us coming to visit for spring break? I can take some time off and so can Anthony. Christian won’t stop talking about your boat.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, he’s been like that on Skype, too. Let me talk to Ysabelle and see what she thinks and I’ll get back to you.”

  “Okay, sounds perfect. Let me know ASAP because I have to let my partners know and Anthony needs to request the time off as well.”

  “No problem. Talk soon, bye.”

  I found Ysabelle in the exact same place I had left her, except this time she had down another damn painting.

  “Have you come out of hiding so you can help me?” she asked, half-serious.

  “Not at all. I just talked to Julia.”

  I saw her tense immediately.

  “Christian’s spring break is coming up.”

  “Okay.”

  “She wants to come and visit.”

  “Oh.”

  “With Anthony,” I added.

  She relaxed but still seemed cautious.

  “What do you think about that?”

  “Umm…yeah…I guess that would be okay. I mean, we’re going to have to be in each others lives, might as well start now, right?”

  I smiled that she reflected that much into it.

  “I agree.”

  “When is spring break?”

  “Two weeks.”

  “Wow. Soon.”

  I nodded. I could tell that a lot was weighing on her mind. I wanted to ask her, but I knew I wouldn’t get the answers I sought. I was profusely in love with the woman in front of me and I wanted so badly for her to let me in. We were coming up on our year anniversary of me finding her and still no change.

  Would she ever let her guard down? Was this who she is? Will there ever be a change?

  “Where are they going to stay?” she asked out of nowhere, catching me by surprise and taking me away from my thoughts.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m assuming a hotel.”

  I could see her mind reeling, like she was debating on whether or not she should say what she was thinking.

  “Maybe they should stay here,” she stated, unsure.

  My eyes widened in surprise. “Are you sure?”

  “No,” she nervously chuckled. “But I’m never sure about anything. We have this big house, you know? It would be silly for them to stay somewhere else.”

  “Ysa, we don’t have to do that. We’re not responsible for where they decide to stay,” I affirmed.

  “I know that, but maybe it will do us some good. Maybe I can learn something.”

  I cocked my head to the side. “Learn something? What are you talking about?”

  “Never mind. You’re right, they can stay somewhere else.” She hastily turned to leave and I grabbed her arm.

  “No. Tell me what you meant.”

  She inhaled. “It’s not a big deal.”

  “Try me.”

  “I just thought that…that…you know, she knows everything and maybe I could pick up a thing or two. That’s all,” she whispered, bowing her head.

  I grabbed her by the chin to make her look at me. “Are you talking about Julia?”

  She frowned. “Yeah. Julia, Sebastian…you know, your ex-wife. She knows everything about you and Christian so I thought it could help me. I could learn how to be a better person or something…I don’t fucking know…” she mumbled, shaking her head.

  I didn’t even know what to say or how to respond to that.

  “Please don’t look at me like that. I hate it when you look at me like that. This is why I don’t like to talk about my feelings and shit because I get that look and it makes me feel weak and out of control and insecure. Everything I fucking hate. That’s not who I am or want to be so just drop it. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  I pulled her to me and she buried her face in my chest.

  “Ysa, I have no idea how your mind can even think that. I don’t know what it’s going to take for you to understand that Julia is not what I want. I want you. Just you. You have this image of her in your mind of this perfect person that she’s
not. I’ve known the girl my whole life. Trust me, I know.”

  “I know you want me and I know you love me,” she said into my chest.

  I just held her. That was one thing that she would always let me do. I comforted her the only way she would allow. The longer I was with her, the more I learned how truly damaged and broken she was and it just made me hate Madam more. I despised the woman with every last fiber in my body. She was pure evil. Satan in the form of a human being. I should have strangled her to death when I had the chance. It didn’t matter—Ysabelle would never go back to her.

  At least I knew that much to be true.

  I always felt safe in his arms like nothing could hurt me when he was holding me. I knew he loved me, I could never deny that. The longer we were together, the more real things became. We owned a house together now and I knew soon marriage would come up again and then babies. Just the mere thought of it all scared the shit out of me. I didn’t know if I even believed in marriage; if it’s not broken then why fix it. We were fine as we were, at least for me. I knew Sebastian felt differently and I didn’t know how long he would let it slide, giving me time that he desperately thought would change things.

  I knew better.

  I had slept with endless amounts of married men and they never took their goddamn ring off. They didn’t even think twice about. I’m not the marrying kind. I’m not the mothering kind, either. Bringing a child into this world would be the biggest mistake I could ever make. I wasn’t maternal. What if I had one just to appease him and I turned into my mother? It would destroy him and he doesn’t deserve that. I want to be the woman that he envisions; I just knew the fantasy would not measure up to the reality.

  I could never be Julia and I knew somewhere deep inside he craved that, even if he didn’t admit it.

  So in the meantime, we would continue to play house with a deck of cards and hope it didn’t come crumbling down.

  They were due to arrive any minute and I was a nervous wreck. I had mentally tried to prepare myself over the last two weeks, but the more I thought about it, the worse it got. I wanted her to like me. How asinine is that? I fucking stole her husband. I was literally the whore that took him away from her. I never once thought about her feelings when I was sleeping with her husband for a year, and here I am hoping that she cares about mine.