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I could
barely sit up without feeling like something was aching. My entire body ached,
my skin hurt, and my stomach curdled. I was going to be sick, I wasn’t sure I
could move. I wouldn’t have, had I not felt the lump slowly move from my
stomach to my throat, warning me to get up and make it to the bathroom.

I bolted
towards my bathroom, holding my hand over my mouth, afraid of something nasty
spewing out. I made it just in time, depositing the revolting waste into the
toilet. I had chills one minute, and was wiping sweat away the next. It was
disgusting, I couldn’t even brush the foul taste from my mouth. I quickly
rinsed, cupping the water in my hand and spitting it couple times before going
straight back to my bed.

Chance
was whining because he had to go outside, it was almost 9 a.m. and I hadn’t let
him out yet. I couldn’t get up to do it. It was all I could do to move enough
to reach my phone from my nightstand.

           
S
– Good morning gorgeous.

            Y
– I beg to differ.

            S
– What’s wrong?

            Y
– I don’t know, I think I’m dying.

            S
– What?

            Y
– I can’t text right now Sebastian, I’ll talk to you later.

            S
– I’m coming over.

            Y
– NO! I’m fine. I will talk to you later. Promise. XO

            S
–  Ysa???

            S
– Ysabelle??

            S
– You have to answer me. What do you mean you’re dying? Are you sick?

            S
– God damn it Ysa!!! Answer me.

I knew I
heard the door open, well I thought I did. I raised my head, thinking I heard
noises from the other room, I dropped it back to my pillow rather quick like. I
was dying. I dozed back into a sick coma, freezing, curled into a fetal
position, and wishing I had the energy to cover up. I was wearing a kami and
booty shorts, no wonder I was bitter cold. I wanted covers. I could feel my
body shivering, but honestly couldn’t even move to do that, not even an arm.

Someone kissed
my forehead. I smiled. I knew those lips and that scent.

“You’re
burning up, Baby,” he whispered to my forehead.

“I’m not
Sebastian, I’m freezing,” I assured him unable to open my eyes
. Fuck.
I
didn’t think I had ever been that sick in my life.

“Come
on, let me lift you off the covers,” he coaxed, pulling me up by my arm. It was
his fault. He shouldn’t have made me sit up. My head dropped and before I knew
it I was spewing indescribable bile. It might not have been so bad had it been
a little. It wasn’t, and it wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t hold it in. I have no
idea what expression was on Sebastian’s face. I was afraid to look.

Sebastian
let me plop back to my pillow and I moaned, “I’m so sorry.”  

God, I
really was dying. I watched him walk to the bathroom through slits in my eyes,
crouched over; trying to lessen the mess I was sure. I heard the water running
in the tub and groaned again. Surely he wasn’t going to make me get up and get
in there. I couldn’t do it. He did. He walked back out in his boxers and picked
me up.

“Sebastian,
I can’t,” I complained. I really couldn’t. I would pass out or something bad if
I tried to stand.

            “It’s
okay Baby, I got you, don’t worry about anything I’m here now.”

            He
sat us in the tub and I screamed bloody murder trying to claw my way out of his
hold, the water was fucking freezing.

            “Ysa,
calm down…it’s not that cold. We have to try to break the fever.” He assured,
trying to sooth my panic. He washed me first getting the puke off us and then
drizzled water from a cloth on my body as best as he could.

            After
what seemed like hours he finally wrapped me in a towel, dried me off, and then
changed me into sweats, a t-shirt, and a sweater. I briefly remember being set
on my ottoman in my bedroom while I watched him change my sheets, and then
everything went black.

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            Shit!
I had no idea what the hell I was going to do. The bath didn’t break her fever
at all and it just got worse, she was burning up. I needed to take her to the
emergency room or call 911, I had no information about her insurance and I
couldn’t leave her alone to get medicine.

            I
reached for my phone and called the only person I knew who might be able to
help.

            “Madam
Residence.”

            “Yes,
Madam please.”

            “I’m
sorry, Madam isn’t here at-“ I hung up before he even finished.

            Damn
it! Now what was I going to do. I didn’t have her cell phone number, as if a
sign from God himself I saw Ysabelle’s cell phone on the nightstand and grabbed
it.

            I
pushed the locked screen and smiled at the picture of Ysabelle and I before I
quickly went through her contacts and found Madam.

            “Bella
Rosa.” She answered.

            “This
is Sebastian.” I replied with no response.

            “Listen,
I’m really sorry that I’m calling you. Ysabelle is burning up, I tried to break
her fever and it’s getting worse.”

            “I’ll
be there in twenty minutes.” She replied and hung up.

            I
went back to Ysabelle’s room holding her, while running a wet washcloth on her
forehead. I never felt so fucking helpless in all my life just watching her
moan in pain.

            I
heard the front door open and two voices talking before I heard footsteps
walking my way, an older man that appeared to be a doctor walked in.

“Please
step away from the girl.” He said.

I kissed
her burning forehead and moved away. He took out every instrument imaginable
from his bag, and I felt as though he brought the emergency room with him. I watched
him work on her until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Is she
going to be alright?”

He
didn’t answer and finished examining Ysabelle before he finally said to follow
him out to the living room. I shut the door with Chance by Ysabelle’s side. We
walked out to find Madam on her phone; she hung up as soon as she saw us. 

 “Ysabelle
has pneumonia. I got here just in time so there will be no need for
hospitalization, someone will need to stay with her for the next few days, she
won’t be able to fend for herself. Here’s the list of things that I have
written down that need to be taken care of in order for her to heal.” He said
handing Madam the paper.

“I gave
her shots for right now and they will have her out for most of the day, I
called in the medication and antibiotics, someone will need to pick them up.”
Madam nodded and handed him an envelope, he shook her hand and left without
even looking in my direction. The son of a bitch acted as if I wasn’t even in
the room the entire time he was here. 

Madam
turned to me finally acknowledging me, “you can go now.” She demanded.

“Excuse
me?” I remarked.

Did
she really think I was going to leave?

I could
see it in her eyes, Madam was ready to have it out. She had no idea who she was
about to go toe to toe with.

“I’m
here now Mr. Vanwell, you’re excused.”

I shook
my head, “I’m not leaving.”

“Oh
really…”, she mocked, “and what is it exactly that you will be telling your
wife. You’re held up with your whore?”

“First
off, Ysabelle isn’t my whore, and second of all you will need to call the cops
to get me to leave and even then I’d like to see them try.” I declared.

“You
amaze me. Aren’t the lies getting a little much, I mean how stupid can your
wife be that she hasn’t caught on to your little discretion yet? How much
longer do you possibly expect this to continue, huh?’

“I don’t
have to explain myself to you.”

“No Darling
you don’t. Ysabelle isn’t as strong as she puts off, who do you think will be
here to pick up the pieces when she no longer of use to you. I will! I have
been here since the beginning, I have made her who she is, and I am not about
to see someone with a midlife crisis take her away from me, do you understand
me? I have let this go on long enough.”

“All
that matters to you Madam is if the credit card clears. If you truly cared
about her you would have never let her sell herself to these so called
gentlemen that do nothing, but use and abuse her.” I angrily retorted.

She
cocked her head back in laughter, “And you think you’re any fucking different Sebastian,
what the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re nothing but another man having
an affair on the woman he has a child with. What? You didn’t think I knew…I
know everything about the men that are with my girls.” She shouted stepping
closer to me.

“You
think you’re the first man that has fallen for one of my VIPs? MY girls are
fucking jewels, that’s why I choose them. Don’t think for one fucking minute
that you’re any different than my so called gentlemen, as you so call them.”

“Ysabelle
matters to me, I care about her more than she’ll ever even know. You know
nothing about our situation.”

“Okay…I’m
game. Leave your wife, Sebastian. Tell her and choose Ysabelle and I will
happily release her to you.” She taunted.

“What’s
the matter, Sebastian? Can’t come up with any excuses fast enough. I love
Ysabelle like she was my own. Are you aware that she’s in love with you? That
if you asked her, she would give this all up for you. You forget Sebastian that
SHE runs the show, I am a mere spectator.

If she didn’t
want you to be paying for her time than she would be working and you would have
no say. I’m letting this continue, because she hasn’t said one Goddamn thing
about it. I’m not a fucking monster, although I am a business woman…in that
sense you are right, I’m still fucking getting paid.”

I wanted
to say so many things, I was at a loss for words.

“Where’s
your wife, Sebastian? I have been in this game longer then you have even been
born. You love your wife; I can even see it now while you’re standing here in
your mistress’s home. It doesn’t matter which way you paint it…Ysabelle’s the
other woman; she will always be the other woman. Now you just have to ask
yourself is how you’re going to end it.” She cautioned.

“You’re
wrong. I love her too. I fucking love her too. Don’t for one second think that
I don’t. I know what I’m doing is fucked up, I don’t need you to remind me, I
remind myself everyday when I’m standing in front of the mirror.

I do
love my wife and I love my son, but what I share with Ysabelle surpasses
anything that I’ve ever experienced with anyone and that includes my wife. I’m
at a loss, I have no fucking idea which way is up anymore. When I think about
not seeing her beautiful face everyday it destroys me. Call me whatever you
want, that doesn’t change the fact that I can’t walk away from her, no more
than she can walk away from me.”

We
stayed there in a staring match before she finally broke the silence, “I have a
nurse coming this evening you have until then. I imagine that’s enough time.”

“I want
to stay here the entire time, Madam.”

“I am
not a marriage counselor Sebastian, but you’re already rocking the fucking
boat, how about we keep it in shallow water.” She said, in an annoyed tone
while grabbing her purse, “I’ll let myself out. Give Ysabelle my love and let
her know I’ll be stopping by tomorrow.”

I went
back to Ysabelle’s room and found Chance sleeping right beside her, I grabbed
her and curled her to my body, and she didn’t even stir.

I laid
there with her all day contemplating everything that Madam had said; I knew it
was all one hundred percent correct. Ysabelle deserved better, someone to love
and cherish her everyday of her life, not just someone who would come to her
when they had time.

Ysabelle
was sick, I mean really sick. The nurse came by with all her medication and
instructions on what needed to be done. I followed everything to a T. It was
getting around the time that Julia would expect me home. I couldn’t leave her I
needed to stay with her even if it were only for one night.

I
grabbed Chance and took him out for a walk to call Julia.

“Hey
Sebby, you on your way home?”

“I’ve
actually got to meet with a client later tonight, he wants to try the yacht out
for night fishing before he considers buying it.” I nonchalantly lied.

“Oh,
alright. Is it a big deal?”

“It’s
important.”

“Okay, I
have to work late tomorrow. I’ll have my mom get Christian. What time do you
think you will be home?”