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            Her
clit was throbbing for attention. I sucked on it lightly at first and then more
demanding. Her fingers began pulling at my hair.

            I
brought my middle finger to her entrance and eased my way in. Her head fell
back while sighing,
Oh My God…
I sucked on her clit, while simultaneously
pushing my fingers in and out of her.

            When
I could feel her getting close I motioned a come here movement with my fingers
and roughly fucked her g-spot, never letting up with sucking on her clit.

            Her
hips started moving on their own accord, causing my actions to move faster and
harder.

            “That’s
it, Babygirl, fuck my face like you want it.” I went back to devouring her clit
and finger fucking her pussy, and not a second later did I finally taste her
climax. She slid down the wall and kissed me urgently.

            Nothing
turned me on more than when she tasted herself. Her hand urgently went for my
pants until she had my cock out and stroked it. She propped herself up,
positioned my cock at her entrance and slid her way in.

            “Holy
fuck, Babygirl you’re so wet. Don’t stop, ride my cock. Ride it hard and fast,
let me feel your sweet pussy come on my cock.” I groaned into her mouth.

            Her
hips took their own accord and she began bouncing up and down. I grabbed her
hips while she extended out her legs and we fucked each other in sitting
position. She moved forward and backwards and I could feel her pussy throbbing.

            “God
I love it when you squeeze my cock, nothing feels better than that Babygirl.”

            “I’m
almost there, oh God….” She exclaimed.

            “Yes,
oh fuck…come on my cock, let me feel you.”

            I
felt her grip onto me and I quickly followed, kissing her breathlessly.

            “I
fucking love you.” I panted.

            “I
know.” She repeated.

I hadn’t
stopped thinking about Ysabelle for the two weeks that followed.

            Even
though I knew so little about her I could tell she was a force to be reckoned
with. I found myself fantasizing about seeing her again, in my dreams it would
go further and I would kiss and caress her. I would touch her soft tan skin,
and kiss every inch of her body; I would always wake up before it would lead
any further than fondling. I couldn’t stop my unconscious mind from where it
wondered.

To say
that I didn’t feel like a piece of shit to wake up with a hard on for another
woman would be a lie. I talked myself out of calling the number on the business
card daily. There were times that I would pick up the phone start dialing the
number and abruptly hit the end button on my cell phone.

I didn’t
know what the fuck to do. I know what I wanted to do, although I couldn’t allow
it to happen. I know I sound like a selfish fuck but being with her did
something to me. I knew she wasn’t Olivia, I also didn’t care. She looked like
her and that was enough for me.

            “Mr.
Vanwell.” My secretary said, through the intercom in my office.

            “Yes.”

            “Your
son is on the line, would you like me to put him through?”

            “Yes,
thank you.” I said, clicking over.

            “Hey
Buddy.”

            “Dad!
Guess what?”

            “What?”

            “Mommy
said we could get a puppy. My teacher’s dog just had puppies and she said we
could take one.”

            “Oh
really?”

            “Christian!”
I heard Julia yell in the background through the phone. “Are you talking to
your dad? Let me see that.”

            “Hey
Sebby.” She said in her sweetest voice.

            “We’re
getting a dog?”

            She
nervously laughed, “he told you that, huh?”

            “Mmm
hmm…”

            “See
what happened was that his teacher said she was going to take the last puppy to
the pound because she had sold all of the others. You know what they do to dogs
at the pound if they don’t sell them. They kill them and I just couldn’t let
that happen. Christian has been asking for one and I think he’s old enough to
accept the responsibility. Plus, it would protect us when you work late; it’s a
Lab/Golden Retriever mix. And-“

            “Babygirl.”

            “Are
you mad at me?” She asked with trepidation.

            “No,
I just wish you would have discussed it with me before you said yes.”

            “I
know I just got excited and then Christian got excited. I couldn’t say no. I
was going to tell you later, I was just going to be naked at the time.
Christian kind of ruined that plan though.”

            “I
see.”

            “Don’t
be mad. I think this will be good for our family. I mean we do kind of need an
animal and neither of us like cats.”

            “I
understand.”

            “Oh
man. You’re upset, I’m sorry. I can’t go back on it now. Christian would be so
upset.”

            “It’s
not a problem. I think a dog is a great idea.”

            “You
do?”

            “Yes.
Why are you surprised?”

            “I
don’t know. You’ve just been very amazing lately. Overly amazing.”

            “And
that’s a problem?”

            “No,
I love it.”

            “So
when do we get this mutt?”

            “Oh…that.
He’s kind of…already…here.”

            “I
can’t wait to meet him.”

            “Can
you stop by the grocery store and get some puppy food, I sort of forgot to do
that on the way home.”

            “Of
course, I will be home in a few hours.”

            “Great.
I love you to pieces.” She praised.

            “You
better!”

I hung
up the phone and promised myself that I would stop thinking of Ysabelle. I
loved my family and I wouldn’t do anything to ruin how lucky I was. Too bad
fate had other ideas.

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            I
hadn’t seen Devon in months. He had been pestering me to come by the bar and
spend some time with him. He knocked up his girlfriend, which further proved my
theories that she was a money whore. Needless to say, we didn’t get to see each
other very often.

            Devon
fell head over heels in love with her and now they were having a little person.
I was happy for him, it just didn’t make me like her anymore.

            She
still didn’t care for me, and Devon didn’t give a shit and told her that often.
He always seemed to make room for me in his life in one way or another. I went
by the bar on a Tuesday evening and had little too many cocktails.

            “Kid,
I’m cutting you off after this one.” I laughed, everything he said made me
laugh. I was definitely the girl who got the giggles when she was drunk.

            “I
think you should have cut me off like two ago, two before, two less. Wait,
what?”

            “Oh
man, you’re definitely taking a cab home. You’re losing your edge Kid, you used
to be able to handle your liquor.”

            “Hey…mister.”
I said, pointing my finger at him. “I haven’t ate much today and if you haven’t
noticed I’m a tiny person.”

            “Oh…I’ve
noticed.” He said wiggling his eyebrows.

            I
rolled my eyes, “And…this is why your baby’s momma hates me. She’s a stupid
bitch, you could do so much better.”

            “Don’t
talk about Christine like that and Kid, look at you.  Any woman would hate you.
It doesn’t matter, because I love you.” I rolled my eyes and for some reason
that made me lose my balance and I almost fell off my chair, then someone
caught me.

            “Damn
heels!” I scowled. “Thank you...” I exclaimed looking up at familiar blue eyes
and it sobered me right the fuck up.

           
“Nice catch, Sebastian right?”

            “You
remember?” He seemed surprised.

            I
cocked my head to the side, “Don’t let it go to your head. I’m good with
names.”  He smiled.

           
Damn
there’s that smile.

            “Are
you alright?” He questioned.

            “Yeah…you
seem to always be catching me. Do you have some sort of radar?” He laughed.

            “Something
like that.” He suggested.

            “Well
my shoes thank you. They would have been scuffed if it hadn’t been for your
timing. Would you let me buy you a drink?” He nodded and sat on the barstool
next to me. I looked back at Devon who had a stupid smug face.

            “What’s
your poison?” I asked looking back at Sebastian.

            “Whisky
straight.” I looked back at Devon and held up two fingers. He left shaking his
head at me.

            “You
know him?” Sebastian questioned.

            “Old
friend. I actually used to work here many moons ago.”

            “I
see.” He nodded.

            “What
brings you out on this fine Tuesday evening?”

            “I
was meeting a friend for a drink and you caught my eye as I was walking out.”

            “Interesting…then
it wasn’t my eloquent grace of almost falling that brought you over.”

            “That
helped. It gave me a reason to come over.”

            This
man was intriguing to say the least, he avoided looking at me and that didn’t
happen often.

            Devon
came back over and handed us our drinks winking at me before leaving. I knew
what he was thinking, forever the eternal romantic. You’d think he was fucking
cupid. 

            “What
brings you out? Isn’t it a little late for you?” Sebastian asked, making me
take my gaze back to the side of his face.

            “I’m
a big girl, Sebastian.” He chuckled and it made him even more handsome with his
bright blue penetrating eyes. You could tell everything from his eyes. His structured
cheekbones and jawline accented his thin lips. Men are my life and this one was
a keeper.

            “Doesn’t
your husband worry about you?” I raised my left hand and moved my fingers. He
smiled, “Boyfriend?”

             “Do
I give off the needy vibe?” He laughed again. I could tell that he was nervous
which was typical.

            “What
do you do?” I asked.

            “I’m
a yacht broker, I’m actually a partner of the company.”

            “Oh,
is that why you were on Alejandro’s yacht? He’s your friend?”

            “He’s
a client that invited me that evening.”

            “I
figured as much, you don’t seem like the type of man that Alejandro would
associate with, no offense.”

            “None
taken.”

            I
sipped on my drink some more and noticed that his was entirely gone.

            “Would
you care for another?” I asked.

            “I
better not. What do you do?” He stammered, I could sense that he had been
hesitating and waiting to ask me that since he sat down.

            “It
depends.” I said putting my hand on his knee. His eyes peered right at mine and
I saw pain.

            “God…you
look just like her.” He whispered.

            “Who?”
He sighed and abruptly stood.

            “I
have to go. It was nice seeing you again, Ysabelle. Take care.”

            He
grabbed a fifty out of his wallet placed it on the bar and left.

            I
had made several impressions on men throughout the years, I had never
encountered someone quite like Sebastian.

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I had
been staring at the VIP card on my desk for at least an hour.

She was
nothing like Olivia except her appearance. She had a rough exterior and it made
it all the more inviting for me to want to break down those walls. Sitting with
her at the bar was puzzling and captivating.

The
second she put her hand on my knee I was done for. For the last few days I
thought about her. She was intoxicating to me. It wasn’t even her appearance
that I wanted to be around anymore, it was her. I enjoyed her company. Her
smile and laughs were addicting, and her feistiness was appealing. It didn’t
help that she was fucking gorgeous and looked like the woman that would always
own a piece of my being.

I
continually reached for my phone, then I would stop myself, and then the whole
process would repeat itself. I kept contemplating what would happen if I just
called, I mean there’s no harm in picking up a phone and talking to someone
right?

I didn’t
even know who I would be talking to. I had a good feeling that this number
might not be hers. Alejandro said she belonged to Madam, what does that even
mean? And she wasn’t keen on providing information.

I Googled
VIP into my computer, one website came up on the browser. I clicked on it. It
was a discrete website that looked very much like the business card. Except it
described the words beautiful women and companionship, nothing elaborated other
than the same number and address. It stated to ask for Madam.

I picked
up the phone and dialed the number. It was as if I was having an out of body
experience. I could see everything I was doing, and I couldn’t control any of
it. I was a crazed man that was possessed to see Ysabelle again.

The
phone rang four times before I heard a voice on the other end.

“Madam Residence.”
He stated.

“Good
afternoon, is Madam available?”

“Who may
I ask is calling?”

“Sebastian,
Sebastian Vanwell. She doesn’t know –”

            “Please
hold.” He said, cutting me off. I waited on the other end for what felt like an
eternity. My palms were sweating and my heart was pumping out of my chest. I
was about to hang up when I heard my name.

            “Mr.
Vanwell, so nice of you to finally call, Darling.” She proclaimed.

            “Oh…wait
– I think you have me confused with someone else. You don’t know me.” I
explained.

            “Oh
no. You’re not Sebastian Vanwell, Alejandro’s friend? I apologize if I have you
mistaken.” I nervously laughed.