MVP (VIP Book 3) (37 page)

VIPs were everywhere; some were straddling men, others were going at it with women, and some were even in groups, taking it in every fucking hole. I watched as they sucked cock and ate pussy or fucked and received pleasure. That used to be me.

Nothing was ever enough.

Always down for a good time.

Never one to say no. 

I was a VIP.

It was a slow moving train wreck, except I was tied to the tracks, waiting to be run over by the oncoming force of a mechanical machine. For the first time…I didn’t see the glamour or the beauty behind it. There was no, “You’re a one of a kind. You’re made for this. You’re the elite.” That’s not what it was. I was a whore who used my body to get money. To hurt people. My pussy wasn’t made of stone, my heart was.

To have experienced the kind of love that I shared with Sebastian wouldn’t even come close to the mockery of the illusion of want and need before me. There was no lust, passion, or even desire. It was primal and seedy. It was heartless and nasty, tainted with drugs and promises of nothing. I was disgusted that this was my life, that I was one of these VIPs and proud to be.

Very Important Pussy was a fuck show.

And I was a puppet.

“Gorgeous.” I heard him whisper from behind. “Oh, how I’ve missed you.”

I didn’t have to turn to know whose voice murmured in my ear…

Gabriel.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, turning to face him. He looked just as handsome as ever.

“I could ask you the same thing. Are you enjoying the show? Do you miss being the centerpiece of it all?”

I walked around him, knowing he was going to follow. I needed to get air; I felt like I was suffocating. I found a balcony and didn’t stop until I was standing beside the railing. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my beating heart that felt like it wanted out of my chest.

“You look stunning in this lighting. You’re still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Ysabelle.”

His fingers crept on my back and he brushed them up and down my spine, my backless gown, giving him the liberty to do so.

“When you left, you took my heart with you…did you know that? Hmmm…did you know that I was in love with you?”

I swallowed the saliva that accumulated in my mouth.

“Of course you did. You loved it, didn’t you? Knowing that I wanted you, only you. It was a game to you.” He roughly grabbed the nook of my hair, letting my up-do go free; crazy curly hair surrounded my face. I felt nauseous. My present and my past colliding, even though Sebastian wasn’t physically there, he made his presence known.

He jerked my head back and I gasped, making me look at him.

“Answer the fucking question, gorgeous. Did you know I was in love with you?”

“Yes…” I breathed out.

“Was I a game to you?”

“Yes…”

“Did you want me to fall in love with you?”

“Yes…”

“Why? Hmm…answer me!”

“Because I could,” I simply stated.

He let go and shoved me against the railing. I felt his heat against my back even though he wasn’t touching me.

“I could fuck you right now and you would fight me the entire time. My how times have changed. What are you doing here? I can see it written all over your face, you don’t belong here anymore.”

I took in his words.

“There’s no light at the end of the tunnel…is there, gorgeous? Sometimes broken toys can’t be fixed. And all that’s left is to throw them away,” he mocked, making me turn immediately.

“Go to hell.”

“Beside you? It’d be a fucking pleasure.”

He walked around me, eyeing me up and down. “From the looks of it, you’re in purgatory. VIP doesn’t have the lure that it used to, does it? You want to know why that is?”

My eyes followed his every movement.

“I was your first…do you remember?”

I nodded.

“Say it.”

“Yes…”

“I’ve fucked you three ways from Sunday. I’ve tasted you on my mouth for days after devouring you. Do you remember?”

“Yes...”

“I always knew what you were. I’ve seen inside your soul because I’ve loved you and you’ve laughed in my face because of it.”

“I’m sorry, Gabriel. I never meant to hurt you. I’m not that person anymore, but I can’t go back and change things. I can only go forward.”

He laughed. “See…that’s where you’re wrong. You aren’t going anywhere. You’re at a standstill. You’re like a mouse on a spinning wheel, running round and round with nowhere to go. Aren’t you exhausted?”

“What do you want? Did you come here to patronize me?”

“Can’t an old friend say hello?”

“You were never my friend.”

“Lover then?”

I laughed. “Not even close.”

“Ouch…that’s not nice, Ysabelle.”

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to get back,” I declared, walking around him.

“Back to what exactly?”

I turned to look at him. “You want to know the difference between you and a lover or even a goddamn friend?”

“Enlighten me.”

“You used me, just as much as I used you. You want to pretend like you loved me and justify it…then go right ahead. You never loved me because, one, you don’t know the meaning of the word and, two, you don’t know who I am.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, gorgeous, I knew then what I know now. You aren’t a VIP, you never were. Your Madam knows it, too. It’s why she wants you so desperately. You’re the first person that’s ever told her no, now that’s hard to forget.”

I backed away from him. “I hope you find happiness one day and it’s not at the hand of a whore.”

“Like you?” he snarled.

“Always a pleasure.”

I left the party without saying goodbye to anyone.

“Dad!”

“What’s up, bud?”

“Have I told you I love that you’ve been home these last five weeks?”

“Almost every day.”

We had been fishing off the pier for the last few hours. I tried to bury my thoughts with spending as much time as I could with Christian.

“Are you sad?”

“What makes you ask that?” I asked, bumping his shoulder.

“Because you look sad. Do you miss Ysabelle?”

“I do. I miss her very much.”

“Mom says that when two people love each other, that they find their way back together. I thought that would happen with you and Mom. I prayed for it every night.”

“Christian…”

“I know, Dad. Anthony told me he was going to ask Mom to marry him.”

“How do you feel about that?”

He shrugged. “I like Anthony, he’s nice. Can I tell you something?”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I kinda miss Ysabelle, too.”

I laughed. “What? Really?”

“Yeah. She always smelled nice and she was pretty. She had a nice laugh, too. I remember one night when we came to visit you. I pretended like I was sleeping and she came into my room. She pulled the blanket up and made sure I was covered.” He looked at me. “She kissed my head and then left. Did you know that?”

I shook my head in complete shock. “No, bud, I had no idea.”

“She would make a good stepmom, so if you want to ask her to marry you again, it would be okay with me.”

I smiled. “That makes me happy, Christian,”

“Can I ask you something else?”

“Of course.”

“If you guys get married, are you going to have more kids?”

I put my arm around him, pulling him to me. “If it were up to me, yes.”

“Okay…do you think that you could make it a girl? Because I don’t really want a brother, I’d like a baby sister I can take care of.”

“You’ve given this a lot of thought, I see.”

“I told Mom the same thing. I want all sisters.”

“I’ll try to make sure you get sisters.”

We fished for another few hours. The tide was coming up and we watched it in comfortable silence. Ysabelle loved high tide, she said something about the moon and the gravitational pull being able to control the water was soothing to her. I thought about her every minute of every day. I was giving her space that she requested. I worried about her decisions and impulses. I prayed that she was taking care of herself. To sit back and wait for the other shoe to drop was pure and utter torture. It was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. A huge part of me wanted her to come to me, to seek me out.

But nothing could have prepared me for what was to come…

Nothing.

By the seventh week, I was restless. Madam was back at The Cathouse, however, she still needed help and for us to be in charge. I took care of everything behind the scenes; I didn’t ever go to another party or gathering. Brooke handled all that. She never questioned me about it. She played her part and I played mine. Madam had her chauffeur drive her to her therapy that afternoon. I was handling all the upkeep in making sure all the clients were tested; they routinely needed to provide current medical tests for diseases and good health.

I was searching the files when I came across the name Mika. I opened his folder and there was a picture of him; he looked really young, much younger than the man I had met at the hospital. All his documentation was present, including records of the VIPs he had been with. There were very few, but it said he had been a member since the 70s.