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I
removed my hands from her hips, brought them up to turn her face, and kissed
her passionately. Julia could be fucked, but she craved intimacy more. I then
placed both my hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples. She clung to my
cock as I felt her warm juices spread down my shaft. I plunged into her one
last time and came just as hard.
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Our
family became the air that I breathed. I didn’t think it was possible for me to
love Julia any more than I already did, she had given me Christian. She had
made me a father, and made us a family. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for
them.
“Dad!”
Christian yelled.
“Yeah, Buddy?”
I answered, as I helped him on the couch. He was still so little, he loved to
think he was a man.
“Whatcha
watching?”
“The
baseball game; the Rays are playing the Yankees.”
“The
Yankees suck!”
He made me so proud.
“You
know it.”
“Christian!
Don’t say suck.” Shit, Julia was home.
“Sebby…you
know you shouldn’t talk that way around him. He wants to be just like you and
anything you say he will repeat.” She expressed.
“I know,
Babygirl. I’m sorry. You’ve got to admit that the Yankees do suck.” She rolled
her eyes at me, and I grabbed her by the waist, dragging her on to my lap.
“Say it,
Babygirl! Say the Yankees suck.” I chuckled as I held her down.
“No!”
“Last
chance to say it.” I warned.
“Never!”
She retorted, I looked over at Christian and he knew.
“Get
her!” He yelled.
“No!!”
She squealed as we attacked her by tickling her to death. She tried to kick and
squirm her way out, she was no match for Christian and I.
“Please…please…have
mercy…”
“No
Mommy! You have to say da Yankees suck.”
“Ok…ok…the
Yankees suck, the Yankees suck.” I let her go and she moved off my lap with
quickness. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at my face.
“You’re
a bully! Using my baby boy against me. Come here Baby, let’s go order a pizza.”
“No
Mommy, I’m a man and men see baseball. Me stay with Dad.”
Julia
had thought she wanted a boy, I think the older Christian got she realized that
she might need a little girl.
One
afternoon sticks out the most in my head. I had come home from work to find
Christian playing with a Barbie doll.
“Hey
Buddy, what’s that you got there?”
“That’s
my GI Joes, Dad want to play wif me?”
“In
a little while, I’m talking about that doll.”
“Oh!
That’s Barbie, Mommy gots her for me. Isn’t she pretty? She looks like mommy,
and she’s gonna marry GI Joe.”
“Oh
okay. Where’s Mommy?”
“In
da office.” I kissed him on the head and grabbed Barbie.
“Julia!”
I yelled.
“In
here, Sebby.” She shouted as I walked into the office.
“What
the hell is this?” I barked.
“It’s
a Barbie doll.” She answered looking at me like I was crazy.
“I’m
aware of what it is. Why does Christian have it?”
“Because,
I thought it would be nice for him to learn about love, and boys and girls.
There’s nothing wrong with it, Sebby. And if you recall, you used to play Barbies
with me.”
“That’s
because you use to whine until I did. This is bullshit, Julia. I don’t want my
son playing with Barbie dolls.”
“Are
you freaking kidding me? One he’s our son, two you’re overreacting, and three I
think it’s adorable. He really liked her. They’re going to get married later
tonight, you’re invited.” She boasted wagging her eyebrows. I couldn’t believe
what I was hearing.
“Julia.”
I cautioned.
“Sebastian.”
She repeated in the exact same tone. Hers was meant as sarcasm. Mine wasn’t.
“Is
this your way of saying you want a little girl? Because, if you’re trying to be
subtle about it you’re failing.”
“You’re
being a chauvinistic pig! It’s just a Barbie doll.”
“You
didn’t answer my question, Babygirl.”
“I
don’t know. I thought I wanted all boys, he’s so messy and stinky. I love him
more than anything, but he likes to catch bugs and watch sports. I tried to
take him to the mall with me the other day and he complained the entire time.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Do
you want to try for another baby?”
“Maybe…do
you?”
“I
don’t…I don’t know. I know we wanted more than one child, we haven’t discussed
it since Christian was born and then you got back on birth control.”
“I
know. He’s getting older and he’s turning more into you. I’m surrounded by
penises, Sebastian.” I laughed.
“Okay…if
I agree to start trying, can you not have Christian playing with Barbies?”
“Why?
He’s really excited about them getting married. This isn’t fair. I’m trying to
bond with him and this is the only way I know how.”
“Babygirl…”
“Fine,
no Barbies.” She sputtered. I shut the door with my foot and locked it, before
walking over to her. Once I got to her, I started to kiss down her neck.
“Sebby…”
She warned.
“Hmmm…”
“What
are you doing?”
“Showing
you how to make a little girl.”
She
smiled and we made love on my office desk, both finishing at the exact moment
Christian beat his little fists on the door.
“Dad?”
“Coming,
Buddy.”
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Gabriel
was one of my most needy and demanding clients. He treated me like I belonged
to him and it was often that I was with him. I didn’t mind being with him he
was a great lover and he always catered to my every wish. He was also somewhat
controlling and also liked to know whom else I was catering to.
I had to
often remind him what our relationship was. It didn’t really matter, he loved
to play house with me. For some reason, beyond my control he thought by him
being my “first” it set him to an advantage. Madam even had to remind him once
or twice that I didn’t belong to him. She even went as far as threatening that
he wouldn’t see me anymore, since then he has decided to play nice.
I laid
naked in his bed one evening after he thoroughly enjoyed every crevice of my
body. Gabriel loved me naked, when I was with him he insisted on it.
He was
rubbing my back to the edge of my ass and then would repeat the process.
“I never
tire of you, Ysabelle. I’m hard again just from touching you.” I batted my eyes
at him.
“Gabriel,
you’re hard from just looking at me.” I chuckled.
“You’re
always down for anything, bent over, on your back, on top, legs spread, ready
to go. A man can appreciate that.”
"Hmmm,
you can touch me any way you like. Your hands always feel fucking wonderful."
They did
feel remarkable. I could have fallen asleep just like that. Of course, Gabriel
had other plans for me. I wouldn't be falling asleep in his bed anytime soon. I
would let him play with me, satisfy me, and then leave him to sleep in my own
bed. Yeah, even after all this time it was still about me. I'm sure he was
satisfied too.
I didn’t
care for sleeping in a man’s bed, of course it came with the job sometimes,
those times I sucked it up and bared it. I didn’t care for it. I loved my space
and I hated waking up in a man’s arms. It was an illusion of something that
wasn’t there, I played my part though. It’s what they wanted and what I was
good at.
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Christian
was growing up to be a great little man. I couldn’t believe he had turned five
a month ago. Julia and I had tried for another baby for the past two years, and
it hadn’t happened for us yet.
We
promised that we would take our time and if it happened, it happened. We had
seen way too many marriages lose it over not being able to conceive, and God
had blessed us with one already. If just one was in the cards for us, then so
be it.
I’ve
sold hundreds of boats over the stint of my career. The day my career changed
my life in more ways than one, was the day I sold an Horizon RP 110. The asking
price was $20,000,000. I made ten percent off every sale, and you can do the
math…
“Dad,
what are you going to do with all that money? Can you buy me a motorcycle?”
“A
motorcycle, huh? I don’t know, Buddy. I don’t think mommy would be too keen on
that idea.”
“Well…we
don’t have to tell her, Dad. It can be our secret. It can go in our vault, like
the time you yelled at my coach for making me sit the bench, for pushing Robbie
in the chest.”
“Shhh…remember, what gets put in
the vault, stays in the vault.” He smiled.
“All ready, Baby?” Julia said to
Christian, storming in the kitchen from our bedroom, “We’ve got to go.”
“Ok Mommy,
I’m going to go get my backpack.” He said, sliding off the chair to run off.
Julia
grabbed his cereal bowl and put it in the sink. I came up behind her and put my
arms around her waist. She looked frazzled.
“What’s
up, Babygirl?” I voiced.
“I’m
so nervous for you, Sebby. This is the biggest deal you have done thus far, I
know we don’t need the money, but I know how you get. You’re so hard on
yourself and I just want it to go perfect for you.”
“Oh…come
on, I’m not that bad.”
“Are
you kidding? You’re awful. You know you are.”
“Maybe
a little bit.” I whispered, into her ear. She turned around and put her hands
around my neck.
“Just
promise me that whatever happens, you will let it slide off. You won’t beat
yourself up about it?” I moved my lips to her neck. Babygirl always smelled
amazing in the morning. It always did something to me.
“So,
you don’t think I can close?” I teased.
“Sebby…come
on, we don’t have time for that.” She expressed with a light moan.
“We
always have time for that.” Our lips moved to each other like magnets. She
tasted like peppermint and orange juice.
“EWW!!
Dad, stop attacking Mommy.”
And…there goes my hard on.
“This
boat was made for you, Mr. Martinez. I can’t wait to show it to you.”
“Please,
my friends call me Alejandro.”
“Of
course, right this way, Alejandro.” We walked the gangway onto the yacht,
immediately stepping onto a hardwood deck. The sliding glass doors were already
open and you could just smell the fresh varnish in the air.
Alejandro
and I moved inside.
“This is
perfect.” He stated.
“Yes, it
really is. Let me show you the rest.”
“No
need. I’ll take it.”
“Are you
sure? We have plenty of time, you’ve only seen twenty feet of one hundred and
ten.”
“I’m a
man who sees what he wants and goes after it. There is no need to continue. How
much?”
“$20,000,000
plus tax, title, and fees.”
“Perfect,
I’ll have the money wired out this afternoon. Now that the business is over,
let’s celebrate with a drink. You have made me a very happy man, Mr. Vanwell.”
“Please,
it’s Sebastian and the feeling is mutual.”
We sat
on the couches that over looked the water drinking and shooting the shit about
nothing.
“So,
Sebastian are you married?” He questioned.
“I am.”
“Happily?”
I
chuckled. “Yes, very.” I affirmed.
He
gave me a puzzling look questioning my response. He looked like he half
believed my answer.
“In
my country happily married men have their vices, tell me Sebastian, what are
yours?”
“I
don’t believe I understand what you’re referring to.”
“Well
then, let me extend the olive branch, as you Americans call it. I would like
you to be a guest of mine tonight. I will be hosting a party on this yacht. I
would like for you to attend. And by all means, please bring your wife. I would
love to meet her. She must be very beautiful, Sebastian.”
I
didn’t like the tone of his voice, however I wasn’t about to mess up a deal.
“My
wife works late on Fridays, and it would be hard for us to find a sitter on
such a short notice.”
“Oh…you
have a child?”
“A
son, Christian.”
“A
son. Nothing makes a man prouder than to have someone to carry on his name. I
have a few sons of my own. I still insist that you come tonight. I would love
to introduce you to some of my colleagues and friends. It would be in your
benefit to make an appearance.” I nodded, understanding.
“Let
me speak to my wife and see if I can work something out.”
We
continued discussing stocks and boating for the next hour before we signed the
paperwork and I excused myself back to the office to call Julia.
“Please,
tell me you have amazing news?” She hesitated into the phone.
“You
know I do.”
“Oh
my God, Sebastian! I am so proud of you. I can’t believe it, this is amazing. I
don’t even know what to say right now. I just…God I am thrilled and
speechless.”
“Me,
too, Babygirl. It couldn’t have been any easier. I would love to say I closed
the deal, this man knew what he wanted before I even had him on the boat. I was
just lucky enough to book with him.”
“I’m
sure there’s more to it than that, Sebby. Everyone has a hard time saying no to
you and you’re the best at your job. You’re the best with everything that you
do.”
That
was Julia, always supportive and encouraging.
“Thank
you, Babygirl. How has your day been?”
“It’s
been pretty busy. I was handed a new case this morning and I’m trying to gather
as much information, before I meet with them this afternoon. I will be home
late tonight. What time will be home? Will you be able to grab Christian from Mom’s?”
“That
was another reason I was calling. Do you think your mom would mind keeping
Christian tonight? The client that bought the boat is having some sort of event
this evening and pretty much insisted that I be there. I know we haven’t spent much
time together this week, I promise to give you my undivided attention when I
get home. We can finish what we started this morning.”
“I
like the sound of that. I’m sure Mom won’t mind. She’s always on me about
wanting to spend more time with Christian. What time do you think you will be
home?”
“I
don’t know, I’ll text you.”
“Okay
Sebby. I love you and I am so proud of you. I can’t wait to show you how much
later.”
“I
can’t wait either. I love you, too.”
I
was on cloud nine for the rest of day. Life was great. Everything had fallen
into place, professionally and personally. I was truly blessed for everything
that I had in my life.
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Lying
out by the pool would always be one of my favorite things to do. I could lay
there with a good book and get lost. It was good for me to step out of my life
sometimes. As much as I enjoyed what I did, I also needed downtime. I was
laying out doing just that one afternoon, when I heard my phone ping letting me
know I had a text message.
M
– What are you doing?
Y
– Laying out and reading.
M
– Bella Rosa you never cease to amaze me of all the things you could be doing
and you waste your time on reading. You, my love are an interesting woman.
Y
– I’m exhausted. I just got back from Paris with Frederick. As you know, he
never tires. You would think he led life with his dick.
M –
He’s a man and thank God for that or we would be out of business. His wife is a
frigid bitch who never gives it up. I think he saves it all for you.
Y –
Don’t worry he should be good for the next few weeks. I aim to please.
M –
Don’t I know it. You need to get your party pants on Bella Rosa. Your services
have been requested for 9:00 tonight.
Y
– Who?
M
– Alejandro Martinez.
Y
– Attire?
M
– Cocktail.
Y
– Location?
M
– Yachting Enterprises in Biscayne Bay.
Y
– Just me?
M
– Some of the others girls as well, he’s having a party.
Y
– Any other services other than my presence?
M
– For now no, I will let you know if that changes.
Y
– Ok.
Alejandro
Martinez…the man had an insatiable need for cocaine and women. He was infamous
for these types of parties. The parties with him would always take an
interesting course of events and tonight would be no different.
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I
always kept a clean suit in my office. It worked for times like this, when I
didn’t have time to go home. It was easier this way. The yacht was even more
spectacular at night. All the lights were on, the underwater lighting lit the
water, causing it to be irresistible to board her.
Her new
name Skyfall, backlit with blue lighting screamed of a south beach nightclub at
sea. I could hear the music at the end of the gangway. As I stepped upon the
entryway I could see that the yacht was already filled with people.
“Would
you like a glass of champagne, sir?” The waitress asked.
“No,
thank you. I’ll grab something from the bar.”
“What
would you like, I’ll get it for you?”
“Scotch
neat, please.” I replied, as I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“A
hard liquor man, I see. You know you can tell a lot about a man from his
preference of alcohol.” Alejandro turned to the waitress.
“Make
that two, please.” He turned back to me.
“Sebastian,
I’m glad you could make it. I assume the wife didn’t give you too much
trouble?”
What was it with this man and my wife?
“Not at
all.” I expressed.
“Fantastic.
Please, follow me. Let me introduce you to some of my friends.”
I had
hung out with several prominent individuals in Miami, they were everywhere in
this town, and this yacht wasn’t any different. There weren’t many women around,
mostly men with their liquor and cigars.
The
women that I did see were perfect, almost too beautiful if there is such a
thing. They were scattered around here and there, and as the night progressed
the more temptation you could feel in the air.
Alejandro
had offered me some cocaine at one point, I respectfully turned it down. I
wasn’t into that sort of thing, it wasn’t my first time being around it and I’m
sure it wouldn’t be the last. I was thankful Julia hadn’t come, she would have
had my ass.
That was
one thing about Julia she hated drugs.
“So tell
me, Sebastian, are you always this much of a boy scout?” Alejandro questioned,
as he wiped his noise.
“No, not
a boy scout. I just don’t partake in these types of activities; by all means,
don’t mind me. It doesn’t bother me, to each their own. If you’ll excuse me, I’m
going to use the restroom.”
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“Here,
Bella.” Brooke said, as she passed me the rolled up hundred dollar bill.
“I’m
okay.” I replied as I finished touching up my lipstick.
“Bella,
you know Alejandro would shit himself if he knew you were passing up his
Columbian finest. He gave me this for us earlier tonight.”
“I
guess you’re right. I’ll just take a bump though.”
I
used my pinky nail and raised some to each nostril. I snorted until I felt it
ease its way to the back of my throat and quickly make its way through my
bloodstream. Alejandro’s stash was always the purest; I knew he did much more
than what he claimed.
As
soon as I tasted the chemical drip, my eyes watered, I felt my heart rate speed
up, my pupils dilated and my face felt numb. All it took was five seconds, to
feel like I was invincible. Cocaine is a hell of a drug.
I
checked myself in the mirror and wiped my nose for any residue to spread on my
upper teeth.
“You
ready, doll?” I asked Brooke.
“Yep,
I’m all good, Bells.”
I
reached to open the door of the restroom and as my hand touched the handle it
turned on its own, instantly pulling forward from the other side.
“What
the hell?” I said, as I lost my footing and my hand collided with a firm chest.
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Shit…I
had been in such a rush to use the restroom I hadn’t thought about someone
being in there. I steadied the woman in my arms. She was a petite little thing.
I was worried that I had hurt her.
“I’m
sorry, are you alright?” I asked with a smile. She moved her face up towards
mine and I was greeted with the greenest familiar eyes. Eyes that I hadn’t seen
in years. My smile evaded.
“Olivia?”
I could hear my own desperation in my voice.
“Excuse
me?” She replied, as she tried to step away from my embrace, which
inadvertently made me tighten my hold. I couldn’t speak, I was tongue-tied.
This woman looked identical to Olivia. I felt as though my mind was playing
tricks on me and this was some sort of a cruel joke.
I
could see the daze and confused look on her face.
“I
appreciate the help, but I can stand on my own. You can let go now.” She
asserted.
“I-
I’m sorry.” I sputtered, as I let her go.
She
stood straight up, composing her dress, and then her hair.
“You
know you could try knocking next time. It’s usually polite to knock before
barging into a bathroom. I could have been indecent.”
This
tiny woman was feisty…I couldn’t take my gaze away from her eyes, her mouth,
her face. She looked just like Olivia, my Olivia. How could this be happening?