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“Did I
hit a nerve?” I questioned as he finished his drink.

“It’s okay.
You don’t have to tell me. You know Sebastian this is actually perfect for me.
I’m quite the little actress. We can make love, hell I can even spank you and
tie you up, or I can play the shy little virgin?” I mocked.

“Hmmm…I’m
betting you want to fuck?” His eyebrows rose like he did not expect me to be
this blunt. He set down his glass and walked over to me. His demeanor changed,
he wanted to intimidate me. He had no idea who he was fucking with.

“So let
me guess, this is where you tell me that you don’t kiss on the lips?” He alleged.

I
chuckled, “no…I love to kiss on the mouth Sebastian, especially if my come is
on your lips.”

The look
on his face was priceless.

 “Am I
being too forward, coming on too strong, Sebastian?” He cocked his head to the
side and put his hands on my shoulders.

“It’s
okay, Ysabelle.” He cautioned.

“Excuse
me?”

“This
rough exterior you have going on. It’s sexy as hell, you don’t need to put on a
performance for me though. I don’t need you be to be anything other than
yourself. I just want to talk to you. I didn’t pay for sex and I’m sure Madam
explained that to you. I am married. I just wanted to see you. It’s that
simple.”

This man
was a walking contradiction. One second I was thinking he is like every other
cheating husband and then he throws me a curveball like that.

“What am
I doing here, Sebastian?” His left hand caressed the side of my cheek and I
instantly wanted to lean towards it, not because I was supposed to, because I
wanted to.
What the fuck was he doing to me?

“I just
want to talk to you, Ysa.”

“Ysa?
You have a nickname for me now?”

“It just
came out. I could call you Ysabelle if you’d like?”

“No.
It’s okay, you can call me whatever you’d like.

“You’re
so beautiful.” He whispered, as he genuinely smiled at me. The gesture made me
walk away from his embrace. It was too much.

“So Sebastian…do
you usually pay $5,000 to talk to woman?” He chuckled.

“No, not
usually. I’m a nice guy though, my mom tells me so.” I giggled at his corny
joke.

“You
know, you’re awfully feisty for being so tiny.”

“I’ve
been called worse. So what are we doing? If were not fucking, I’m assuming
foreplay is out too? I’m still sort of confused on the itinerary here.”

“It is a
bit confusing, huh? It’s the same for me. I don’t know what the guidelines are
here either. I’ve never done this before. To be completely honest Ysabelle, I
can’t say that I’m not taken back by the fact that you’re in this business.” I
raised my eyebrows.

“No…I
mean to each their own. It’s just that you’re…I mean…it’s…” He stuttered,
“fuck…I’m sorry. I don’t mean to offend you.”

“No
worries, you’re not the first man to tell me that and you won’t be the last.” I
declared.

“Let’s
start over.” He suggested.

“Sure.”

“Great,
since neither of us know what to do here. How about we play ten questions? It’s
a way to get to know one another.” He proposed with a grin.

“Ten is
a little high don’t you think? How about five?”

“Alright”
He said laughing.

“Just to
make things a little less PG-13, how about if we decide not to answer the
question then we have to take a drink. I mean unless you have a curfew. I
wouldn’t want to break up a happy home.”

“We’re
good.” He remarked.

“Fabulous,
ladies first. Why am I really here?” I asked.

“Not
going to make it easy on me, huh. I don’t even know if I can answer that, other
than that you look like someone who was very important to me.”

“Where
is she?”

“You got
to ask your question, it’s my turn. How long have you been doing this?”

“Doing
what exactly?”

“Selling
yourself.” I laughed so hard my head fell back.

“Really?
Selling myself? Oh come on. I think we both know Sebastian that I don’t do
anything I don’t want to. I don’t sell anything. It’s a service for service
arrangement. I get out just as much as I give. To answer your question, I have
been selling myself since I was…fuck…I don’t know fourteen, fifteen maybe. I’m
a generational whore.” I confessed with a smile.

“You
were a child. Where were your parents?”

“You got
to ask your question, it’s my turn.” I repeated.

“Where
is this Olivia? I take it she is not your wife or you wouldn’t be here.” His
gaze left mine and he took a sip of his drink.

“Touché.”
I stated.

“Where
were your parents?”

“Well…let’s
see. You want honesty right? I mean I can give you the made up version or the
truth.

“When
you’re with me I always want the truth, Ysa.”

There
was something about the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes that made me
want to believe him. 

“I never
met my father and my mother was...let’s just say I grew up alone. Not everyone
comes from a cookie cutter lifestyle, Sebastian. It’s all good, I love what I
do, don’t mistake that.”

I didn’t
think either of us knew what we were getting ourselves into when we decided to
play this game. Why I had just shared my past with a complete stranger was
beyond me.

Maybe I
was at a point in my life where I just needed to tell someone. This man was
paying for my company and he wanted honesty. I guess I did it for him; at least
that’s what I told myself.

“Why’d you
take your wedding ring off?” He sighed deeply.

“I took
it off to make myself more comfortable. As much as I keep telling myself I’m
not doing anything wrong, I still feel like I am. I thought taking it off would
make it easier on me.”

“You’re
allowed to speak to women, Sebastian, I don’t know why you would want to pay to
talk to one, but whatever tickles your fancy.”

He
grinned, “how old are you?”

“ I just
turned twenty-four, you?”

“Thirty-two.
Is it hard?”

“Oh…it’s
always hard, Sebastian.”

“Cute. I
mean is it hard doing what you do?”

“Eh. It
depends if they want me to spit or swallow.” His eyes opened wide.

“Kidding…well
sort of. It’s not hard. It actually never was. I’m not lying when I say I enjoy
what I do. I get to meet all sorts of different people, travel, dine at the
best restaurants, and I make a fuck load of money. I’ve done well for myself,
especially for a girl like me.” He reached out and took my hand in his own. I
didn’t understand why he felt the need to comfort me, I let him.

“Any kids?”

He
hesitated, “One, a boy, Christian, he’s five.”

“Wow…a
husband and a father. What are you going to tell your wife when you get home?”

“That I
was catering to clients.”

“You
said that awfully fast, have you been rehearsing it?” He shook his head and I
smiled and looked at my watch.

“One
last question,” he contemplated. “Have you ever been in love?” His pupils
dilated, and I took a sip of my drink. 

The
night ended with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek, although, I hadn’t seen
the last of Sebastian Vanwell.

This was
only the beginning.

Nothing
could have prepared me for Ysabelle coming into my life. The feelings and
turmoil that came since I laid eyes on her were a cluster fuck. When I wasn’t
thinking about her I was dreaming about her, which would usually lead to
fantasizing.

            It
had been two weeks since I last saw her at the hotel room and not a day went by
where I didn’t want to see her again. What surprised me the most was that I
initialized a meeting with her because, she looked like Olivia, which was my
initial draw to her. Ever since having her company those few times there was a lure
about her that I couldn’t explain. She was an enigma to me.

            There
was something about her that was guarded and vulnerable all at the same time. She
was a walking paradox.

“Sebby…”
Julia smiled.

“Hmm…” I
answered, as I played around with the food on my plate.

“Where
did you go? Did you hear anything I just said to you?”

“No, I’m
sorry. My mind was thinking about the banquet tomorrow. There is a lot that
needs to be done. What were you saying?”

“Well
it’s actually about that. I know that I said I could make it. I have a client
coming in from Chicago to meet with the firm. It’s a corporation who is looking
for new legal representation. I sort of have to be there and I think if all
goes well, then we will be taking them out for dinner and drinks.” She
explained, while nervously playing with her fingernails.

“So
you’re saying that you won’t be able to make it tomorrow?”

“You
know I would be, but I also have commitments.”

“Julia,
you have known about this for the last month. I have clients that would like to
meet you and the business strives on family and mine is not there.”

“You
could take Christian.”

“To a
black tie event? Are you fucking with me?”

“I’m
sorry, I can’t make it.”

“That’s
just great, Julia. Thank you for the support.” I continued.

“Why are
you being such an asshole? When do I ever not support you!?”

“You
know what? Don’t fucking worry about it. I’ll go by myself and provide for my
family on my own.”

“Are you
being serious? Sebastian I work just as hard as you do, and when did your
career become more of a priority than mine?”

“I never
said it was, damn, I don’t ask for much. I do expect my wife to be by my side
for something as important as our future.”

“I get
that you’re stressed out okay…that is no reason to take it out on me. I do
everything for you, Sebastian. My career also provides for our family, and the
deal tomorrow is for our future, you dick.” She yelled standing up and walking
away from me. I heard the door slam to our bedroom and knew that it was going
to be a long night.

I knew I
was being unfair and I didn’t know why I was overreacting. I had intentionally
picked a fight with Julia.

I
started cleaning up the table as Christian came in.

“Can I
help?”

“No,
it’s okay Buddy.”

“Why are
you guys fighting?”

I
shrugged, “sometimes parents fight.”

He
nodded in understanding “Mommy sounded really upset, Dad. You should say you’re
sorry.”

“I will,
I think it’s better for you to let me worry about that. You worry about school
and baseball.”

“Girls
are weird, Dad. Katie likes to take my brownie without even asking me, I told
her not to because, it was mine and she started crying. Now she won’t talk to
me.”

“Hmmm…yeah
girls will do that. Maybe you should start taking two brownies, one for her and
one for you.” I suggested.

“I guess
I could do that. She’s always following me around and stuff, it’s weird.

I
laughed, “I think she may like you, Buddy.”

“Eww…really?
Why?”

“Girls
mature faster Buddy, she’s five but really fifteen. One day you’ll appreciate
that. Mommy was like that when she was five, too.”

“Girls
are gross Dad, well I mean…maybe sometimes. She does always smell nice and she
does help me with my letters. I guess she’s okay. It’s tough being a man, Dad.”

“It sure
is bud.” I replied trying not to laugh.

“Do you
think Mommy will be okay? I don’t like seeing her sad.”

“Me
either son, I’ll make it better.”

I put
Christian to bed and was mentally exhausted. I went into our bedroom and Julia
was already sleeping. I took a shower trying to analyze what the hell was going
on with me. I didn’t want to be thinking about another woman, and I most
certainly didn’t want to be picking fights with Julia.

I needed
to put all these thoughts behind me and move forward. I couldn’t let them take
over anymore. I went to bed and put my arm around my Babygirl bringing her over
to me. We slept like that all night.

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            I
sent Julia a dozen roses the following morning and once is was delivered it was
returned with a text that said, “I love you, I’m sorry, and good luck.” The day
proceeded with vendors trying to get everything in order for the evening. The
event was being held at the biggest banquet hall we could find on South Beach.
We were expecting about 350 clients and prospective ones. It was gearing up to
be a huge event.

            The
evening started off like every other, lots of talking and socializing.
Presenting everyone with our new inventory and setting up appointments for test
runs and walk-throughs. I was in a circle of some very prominent clients. This
could be big. I had two of the men completely eating out of my hand, asking
questions, and intently listening to me describe our new Fraser yacht. This is
where I excelled, talking about what I knew best which was yachts.

So I
made a joke about the wine cellar below deck, laughing with the guys about what
wine does to women. Anytime you associate yachts and women it usually seals the
deal.

“What do
you think, Gentlemen? Should I set something up for next week?” I questioned.

“Yes, I
think you should Mr. Vanwell.” Said a voice from behind me, as I turned.

“Good
evening, I apologize for interrupting I couldn’t help overhearing your
introduction for this lovely piece of machinery, and once you added the women
comment, well that pretty much sealed the deal.” He chimed in laughing.

I
observed the well-dressed man, trying to be casual.

"I'm
sure I can arrange that, sir. It seems you have me at an advantage though. I am
Sebastian Vanwell, and, you are?”

“Gabriel
Morisette, please call me Gabriel.” He asserted shaking my hand.

“By all
means Gabriel, call me Sebastian, Mr. Vanwell makes me look for my father.”

He
nodded, “this is definitely a beauty and I take pride surrounding myself with
beautiful things. How soon can you fit me in?”

“If you
would like we could arrange something for Monday morning?”

“Absolutely,
Monday would be fine.”

“How
about we make our way over to the bar. My companion seems to have forgotten about
me. She was supposed to be getting us some drinks.”

            “Oh,
I have one of those. Sometimes I feel like the only direction they seem to
remember is there way to the mall.” We laughed, continuing our banter on the
way to the bar. We were about ten feet away when something or someone I should
say caught my eye.

            “And
speak of the devil.” Gabriel boasted, as Ysabelle turned around smirking, and we
immediately locked eyes.

            “There
you are love, I’ve been looking for you.” Gabriel said teasing the side of her
neck with light kisses. Which made my fingers start twitching.

            She
kissed him on the mouth while still looking into my eyes; she knew what she was
doing. She was fucking with me.

            “I
hardly doubt that Gabriel, I see you made a friend.” She stated.

            “Oh
yes, this is Sebastian. Sebastian this is my Ysabelle.” Gabriel also knew what
he was doing. He was claiming her, he had no right to, he didn’t know I knew
that, though.

            She
walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek as she had done every time she had
seen me.

            “Nice
to meet you, Sebastian.” I guess we were pretending. I looked back over to
Gabriel and his eyes said everything. He was in love with her.

            “Nice
to meet you, Ysabelle.” She pulled away from my embrace and Gabriel instantly
put his arms around her waist.

            “Lover…”
he whispered in the side of her neck, “I’ve been telling Sebastian here that I
am very interested in his new prized possession, wouldn’t you love taking a
ride on my new yacht?”

            “Mmm…”
she sighed.

It was
all I could do, enduring his constant touches and kisses all over her body. Our
eyes continued to find that trance more than once. I couldn’t be around them
for very long, hell; jealousy was washing over me. I wanted to walk over and
tell Gabriel to take his hands off her; the possessiveness he showed over her
could translate across the room.

I saw
her walking across the room into the hallway. My feet moved to their own accord
and I found myself following her. She made her way to the restroom and I was
grateful it was secluded in the back of the building, because I waited for her.

“He’s
quite possessive over you isn’t he?”

She
gasped putting her hand on her chest, “You scared the shit out of me.”

I
reached for the side of her face, my fingers grazed her cheek and I tucked a
misplaced hair behind her ear. Her lips parted and her chest rose.

“I
couldn’t tell you before, you look stunning, that color is breathtaking on you.”
She was wearing a white satin gown that tied around her neck, her whole back
was exposed and there was a slip on the left side. Her hair was up in messy
curls and the black eyeliner was so dark that you could see her mesmerizing
green eyes from across the room.

This
woman was becoming a magnet to me.

“Thank
you.” She replied almost out of breath. I wanted to think that I was making an
effect on her as well. I wanted to think a lot of things.

I took
my hand away and slipped it back in my pocket.

She
cleared her throat shaking her head; “You were saying something about Gabriel?”

“Oh yes,
Gabriel. He’s quite taken with you; one might say he’s in love with you. Are
you aware of that? Is your Madam?” It came out harsher than I wanted it to
sound.

She
cocked her head to the side, “Gabriel thinks what he wants. If he wants to
believe that he is in love with me then so be it. I have no control over that.”

“Is it
reciprocated?” I blurted.

She
laughed. “What’s it to you, Sebastian?”

“Just
curious, I’m still confused on how this whole thing works.”

I know I
sounded like an asshole, I couldn’t help it. Seeing her in her true form; as an
escort bothered me.

“You
know for someone who is married, you’re awfully inquisitive about this
lifestyle. What is it Sebastian? Married life not all you thought it was going
to be, from what I hear it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”

I should
have known that when pushed she would push back.

“Because…”
She whispered walking right up against my ear, “if you want a taste all you
have to do is ask.”

It all happened so fast; I barely
had time to register what was going on.

Her
mouth moved while her eyes locked with mine. She was a vision. It was seductive
and hypnotic.

I could
feel her breathing on my lips and the smell of champagne on her breath. She
came closer to me and the touch of her breasts against my chest was an
unwelcoming sensation that I didn't need in my already fucked up mind.

The next
thing I knew her soft pouty lips were pressed up against mine. Her mouth
slightly opened and I felt the tip of her tongue lightly touch my lips, before
she swiftly drew away.

“Have a
nice night, Sebastian.” She baited walking away.

I have
no idea how long I stood there after she left. I felt confused, bewildered, and
fucking dazed. I couldn’t fathom what the hell just happened. I licked my lips
and tasted honey; I wiped off the residue left over and the tips of my fingers
had shimmer, I brought them up to my mouth and licked them.

I was a
crazed man.

She had
royally fucked me up.

I never
wanted to become this person someone who wants another woman. I was a married
man, and I loved my Babygirl. It may have started off because she looked
identical to Olivia, it wasn’t about that anymore. She got under my skin.