than a scam. I could see right through her from the very first day. The woman loved power, control, and money. She manipulated Ysabelle in every sense of the meaning.
I was her family.
I was her future.
Mine.
If she thought for one second that Ysabelle was going to be a VIP again or be involved in anything to do with that business…
Did Ysabelle miss it? Was she thinking of going back? Was I interpreting this all wrong?
I desperately sought answers and I knew I wasn’t going to get them from Ysabelle. I had to go to the source…with or without her consent.
Ysabelle came in the suite from her run as I was buttoning my shirt.
“Hey,” she addressed.
“How was your run?”
“Great! Definitely what I needed. Where you going?”
“I have to meet Julia, we’re going to discuss Christian.”
“Oh…I thought…umm…never mind.” She turned away and I grabbed her arm.
“Say it,” I ordered.
My patience with her lack of communication was wearing thin.
She looked down at my grip on her arm and I instantly let go, and then she looked up at me. “I just thought I was going with you, is all.”
We had enough problems and drama going on; I didn’t want to pile on anymore. That’s why I decided to go by myself.
I smiled, trying to break the tension that I created. “I don’t want to bore you with family legal stuff. Go shopping and enjoy Miami or go see your friends; I know how you miss them.”
Her eyebrows lowered in confusion. “Okay, I guess.”
I forcefully grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her toward me. My mouth caught hers urgently, I kissed her like I hadn’t seen her in years, I kissed her like a starved man needing food, I took out my frustrations and insecurities in that kiss. And when I pulled away, her eyes were sated.
My girl.
She grinned at me and I pecked her one last time before making my way out the door.
What the fuck just happened?
One minute he’s telling me he wants me to be a part of the decision-making process and then the next, he’s telling me that he doesn’t want to bore me with the details. I knew he was restless last night when we were laying in bed. Was it because he changed his mind and didn’t want to tell me? Did he want to spend time alone with Julia? Had seeing her brought feelings back for him?
That didn’t make sense. Sebastian loved me. I knew that.
But…
What if?
I followed the man dressed as a butler up the stairs into an office. The walls were lined with shelves of books and a desk with two leather wingback chairs sat dead center. It was the focus of the entire room. There was a sitting area near the right side with white leather couches facing opposite of each other, a black granite table separating them.
“Welcome to The Cathouse, Mr. Vanwell.”
I turned and saw Madam standing there, leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed and one leg over the other. She was wearing a red pantsuit with a shit-eating grin that I wanted to slap off her face. I’ve never wanted to hit a woman, but The Madam was no lady.
“You know…this office means a lot to me.” She contemplated what she was saying and cocked an eyebrow. “It’s where I was born. It’s also where Ysabelle was born. You see that couch over there?” She nodded toward it. “I witnessed firsthand how much she was created for a life of privilege. I have shaped several VIPs throughout the years, but none of them can measure up to Bella Rosa.” She pushed off the doorframe and slowly walked over to the couch. “VIPs are chosen, that’s what makes them so precious and valuable.” She sat on the couch and crossed one leg over the other, placing her arms on the back of the settee.
“I am sitting in the exact place that Ysabelle proved herself to me, in more ways than one,” she stated.
In an instant, the TV that was sitting on the dresser in the corner turned on and my girl appeared on the screen. She was wearing a white silk robe that was open
I was her family.
I was her future.
Mine.
If she thought for one second that Ysabelle was going to be a VIP again or be involved in anything to do with that business…
Did Ysabelle miss it? Was she thinking of going back? Was I interpreting this all wrong?
I desperately sought answers and I knew I wasn’t going to get them from Ysabelle. I had to go to the source…with or without her consent.
Ysabelle came in the suite from her run as I was buttoning my shirt.
“Hey,” she addressed.
“How was your run?”
“Great! Definitely what I needed. Where you going?”
“I have to meet Julia, we’re going to discuss Christian.”
“Oh…I thought…umm…never mind.” She turned away and I grabbed her arm.
“Say it,” I ordered.
My patience with her lack of communication was wearing thin.
She looked down at my grip on her arm and I instantly let go, and then she looked up at me. “I just thought I was going with you, is all.”
We had enough problems and drama going on; I didn’t want to pile on anymore. That’s why I decided to go by myself.
I smiled, trying to break the tension that I created. “I don’t want to bore you with family legal stuff. Go shopping and enjoy Miami or go see your friends; I know how you miss them.”
Her eyebrows lowered in confusion. “Okay, I guess.”
I forcefully grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her toward me. My mouth caught hers urgently, I kissed her like I hadn’t seen her in years, I kissed her like a starved man needing food, I took out my frustrations and insecurities in that kiss. And when I pulled away, her eyes were sated.
My girl.
She grinned at me and I pecked her one last time before making my way out the door.
What the fuck just happened?
One minute he’s telling me he wants me to be a part of the decision-making process and then the next, he’s telling me that he doesn’t want to bore me with the details. I knew he was restless last night when we were laying in bed. Was it because he changed his mind and didn’t want to tell me? Did he want to spend time alone with Julia? Had seeing her brought feelings back for him?
That didn’t make sense. Sebastian loved me. I knew that.
But…
What if?
I followed the man dressed as a butler up the stairs into an office. The walls were lined with shelves of books and a desk with two leather wingback chairs sat dead center. It was the focus of the entire room. There was a sitting area near the right side with white leather couches facing opposite of each other, a black granite table separating them.
“Welcome to The Cathouse, Mr. Vanwell.”
I turned and saw Madam standing there, leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed and one leg over the other. She was wearing a red pantsuit with a shit-eating grin that I wanted to slap off her face. I’ve never wanted to hit a woman, but The Madam was no lady.
“You know…this office means a lot to me.” She contemplated what she was saying and cocked an eyebrow. “It’s where I was born. It’s also where Ysabelle was born. You see that couch over there?” She nodded toward it. “I witnessed firsthand how much she was created for a life of privilege. I have shaped several VIPs throughout the years, but none of them can measure up to Bella Rosa.” She pushed off the doorframe and slowly walked over to the couch. “VIPs are chosen, that’s what makes them so precious and valuable.” She sat on the couch and crossed one leg over the other, placing her arms on the back of the settee.
“I am sitting in the exact place that Ysabelle proved herself to me, in more ways than one,” she stated.
In an instant, the TV that was sitting on the dresser in the corner turned on and my girl appeared on the screen. She was wearing a white silk robe that was open
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