MVP (VIP Book 3)

by Robinson, M

  I nodded. I wanted to prepare for her next surprise. I finished as I heard her calling out my name down the hallway.

  “Sebastian, where did you—” she broke in, walking into our bedroom.

  The whole room was lit with candles and there were rose petals all over the place and on the bed.

  “Wow, it’s like a book scene in here,” she added.

  “Happy anniversary, Ysa.”

  “You’re going to make me cry.”

  “Come here.”

  “Sebastian, let me go change and put on lingerie.”

  “I don’t care about any of that. I want you. Come here.”

  She walked over to me and stood in between my legs, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at her.

  She gazed down at me with a look I couldn’t quite read.

  “You’re so beautiful. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

  She shyly smiled and slid the straps of her dress down her body, leaving her bare with just panties. She attentively watched as I grabbed the edge of her panties to bring her closer to me. I leaned forward and kissed her navel and she sucked in a deep breath, her body trembled as I kissed all around her abdomen. I tried to ignore the prevailing thoughts of wanting to see her pregnant, but as I continued to caress her stomach, I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to what it would be like kissing my child through her growing belly. The child that I put there, the one that we made out of our love.

  Her breathing became erratic as I continued to fantasize about a future that appeared to be further away each day. I looked up to her closed eyes and there were a few tears flowing down her face.

  Ysa,” I coaxed. “What’s wrong?”

  She slowly opened her eyes with a huge smile on her face. “Nothing. They’re happy tears.”

  She lowered herself to the floor before I could give it any more thought and stared into my eyes; there was so much emotion behind her expression it was hard to follow. I was always in tune with what her eyes shared with me, but in that second, they were indescribable. It was like she was torn with what she was feeling, her mind was spiraling out of control and it was wreaking havoc on her soul. I could actually feel the pained glare on her face. It was a window to what was happening in her mind.

  It was more than I could have ever imagined, she had never looked at me like that before. When her delicate fingers caressed the sides of my face, it was as if she was making a memory. I was at a loss for words.

  “Sebastian, stop thinking. Just feel, just be with me,” she whispered, sensing my apprehension.

  She reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it off. I watched as she started tracing the outline of my bare chest and around my heart that beat just for her. She smiled, reading my thoughts I was sure. Her fingers crept toward my shorts to unbutton them and pull them down with my boxers. My hard cock sprang lose. I held in a breath when she licked along the tip and then her warm lips took me in. She gilded them in a slow, torturous rhythm, taking me deep and then back out. Her eyes never left mine as I closely observed her making love to me with her mouth.

  I grabbed her hair by the nook of her neck and brought her lips up to meet mine. I pecked her at first; teasing her with the tip of my tongue along the outline of her perfect, pouty mouth that was slightly swollen from sucking my cock. Her tongue sought mine and our kiss quickly turned passionate, moving on its own accord and taking what the other needed. There was something agonizing about the way we were kissing each other, it was urgent and demanding and all-consuming. We both couldn’t get enough of each other and wanted more. Wanted everything.

  I carried her up my body, never breaking our kiss, our connection. I gently laid her down onto the bed and placed myself on top of her. She roughly grabbed the back of my neck, bringing me closer, wanting to make us one person and kissing me like her life depended on it. My fingers ran against her cheek and then down to her breasts, as I caressed them lightly, grazing my fingers around her nipples and then along the cup, all while I kept my other hand firmly in place behind her neck.

  “Sebastian,” she moaned, in a voice I didn’t recognize.

  Our bodies moved like they were made for each other, nothing ever compared or even came close to when we made love. I knew that’s what she wanted. Ysabelle wasn’t a making love kind of woman; it didn’t matter because it always felt like we were, even when the act was rough. There was something about her in that moment that wanted me to go slow; she wanted to feel like I owned her body, mind, and soul. She wanted to feel safe and worshiped; I gladly distributed it to her, but her body was also burning with a longing for something else that I couldn’t identify.

  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. O
ur 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.”

  “I hope you’re right for the sake of your business.”

  “I’m never wrong,” I said, hanging up.

  “Jesus Christ, Angel, you fucking faked it?” Mika stated, pulling back the cloth curtain.

  Goddamn it.

  “Contrary to what you believe, I don’t have to answer to you,” I argued.

  “Stop giving me The Madam bullshit. I don’t buy it and I never did. I don’t cower to you like your minions do. Now answer the Goddamn question before I make you answer it for me.”

  I glared at him. “Yes, Mika, I faked it, kind of like I do when I’m with you so you should be used to it by now.” I smiled.

  He pulled his hair back in a frustrated gesture. He let it grow out again and it was down to his chin.

  “Why?”

  I arched an eyebrow. “Why what?”

  “Don’t fuck with me. Why?”

  “Can you cut the melodramatics? I’ve had enough of it today.” I placed my hand on my forehead. “God, between Brooke, you, and the staff, I’m ready to sign myself out of this hellhole.”

  “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You look like you were beaten within an inch of your life. You can’t even walk, your legs are broken and most of your ribs. Don’t even get me started on the other injuries.”

  I rolled my eyes. “That’s what a good plastic surgeon is for. I’m not worried about it. I’ll be fine. I don’t need you. I never did. Now, can you get the fuck out of my room? I’m tired and I need my beauty sleep.”

  He shook his head. “I’m not leaving until you tell me why.”

  “I already told you. She’s my granddaughter and I need her back to run VIP. That’s all.”

  “I know everything,” he stated.

  I cocked my head to the side. “Excuse me?”

  “You know, Lilith, I have connections, too. You forget who I am? I know it all. I did some digging around and what you have done to this poor girl—”

  “I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING FOR HER! She’s mine,” I roared.

  “What
are you going to do when she finds out the truth?”

  “She will never find out.”

  “She’ll hate you when she does,” he affirmed.

  “Blood is thicker than water,” I stated. “She’ll understand.”

  “You think she will understand about how you were behind her getting raped? How about the fact that she’s in Miami because you put her here? She’s been your goddamn puppet and doesn’t even know it. You gave up your daughter,” he vindictively reminded me. “You did that. You can’t make it up with her. She’s not your child. Your kid is a crack whore, literally,” he mocked, “who offered to suck my cock before I even knocked on her door.”

  My eyes widened. “Get. The. Fuck. Out,” I seethed through gritted teeth.

  “With pleasure, but this isn’t over,” he warned, leaving my room.

  No one would stand in my way.

  Not even Mika.

  Mine.

  Brooke was outside The Cathouse when my limo pulled up. Chance came barreling out of the car, running toward her.

  “You brought the mongrel?” she asked, stepping away from him like he was disease infected.

  “Yeah, he’s my dog. Chance, leave her alone, she’s wearing Chanel,” I teased.

  She laughed and pulled me into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here. It’s been awful, Bella, you have no idea.”

  “What happened?” I asked as we walked inside.

  “I guess Madam was in the wrong place at the wrong time and she got attacked. They beat the hell out of her. She’s lucky to be alive.”

  I jerked back. “Madam? Who would mess with her?”

  She shrugged. “Just some randoms, I guess. Thank God they found them and they’re behind bars.”

  “Jesus. That just doesn’t sound like something that would or even could happen to her.”

  We walked into one of the many guestrooms and I placed my luggage on the floor. “Are you staying here, too?”

  “I will be on and off, yeah.”

  I nodded. “Okay.”

  “It’s late. Get some rest and I’ll take you to her in the morning.”

  I nodded again and she smiled. I knew she was dying to ask me about Sebastian but would wait till later to ask. I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes, falling asleep immediately from exhaustion.