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“Hmm…that
sounds like quite a trip. I’m assuming you’re trying to mix a little business
with pleasure, seeing as you haven’t thus far?”

“Wait…what?”
Did Ysabelle not tell her?
I hadn’t even checked my bank statement to
see how much was withdrawn. It had totally slipped my mind.

“Please,
Darling, I know you enjoy your little chats with my Ysabelle, I’m to assume
that this will include more than companionship?”
Wow…she hadn’t told her.
What the fuck did that even mean? This definitely threw me for a loop.

“Umm…you
are assuming correctly. I mean-“

“Sebastian,
I am in the business of making people happy. Let me remind you that I’m not
here to judge. My Ysabelle was made for you. I know what effect she has on men,
you’re not the first and you won’t be the last.” She subtly implied, if I told
this woman to go fuck herself I knew I wouldn’t be able to see Ysabelle. I had
to play nice, it definitely bothered me that she used her. I couldn’t
understand how Ysabelle didn’t see that.

“Mmm
hmm.” Was all I could reply.

“When is
this little rendezvous scheduled for?”

“A week
from Thursday, we will set sail at 9 a.m. and should be getting back Sunday evening.
I will provide the air fare for the return.”

“It just
so happens that Ysabelle is free for those dates. You know that the expenses
will change?”

“I’m
aware. How much?” Now that felt like a punch to the stomach. I hated knowing
that I was paying for this, she deserved so much more than this fucking life.

“Well, Love,
this is quite a trip. It’s going to be costly I would say somewhere around $80,000.
That includes you putting it anywhere, do you understand?”

“Madam!”
I heard Ysabelle shout from afar.

“Excuse
me, Sebastian.” She said putting me on hold so that I couldn’t hear the
conversation. I was on hold for a while, I was about to hang up and call back
when I heard the line click over.

“Well Darling…it
seems as though Ysabelle is feeling generous today. She will do it for $40,000.”
She stated through gritted teeth.

“Done.” I
quickly replied, the truth was I would have paid eighty.

“I’ll
have the money deposited this evening. Have a wonderful time.” She abruptly
hung up.

I took a
deep breath and sealed my fate.

“What
the fuck was that, Ysabelle?” Madam demanded.

I had no
idea what came over me. I never got involved with the finances. I had responded
on pure impulse, I was afraid that he wouldn’t pay $80,000 for me, and I wanted
to see him again.

“Madam…with
all due respect I’m allowed to set the bar am I not? Let me know if I’ve
overstepped my boundaries and it won’t happen again. I was under the impression
that I could make decisions also.” I informed standing my ground. Madam didn’t
scare me anymore, she needed me more than I needed her and she knew that.

She
raised her eyebrows at me, “Do I need to worry, Bella Rosa? Is there something you’re
not telling me? Do I need to remind you of who and what you are?”

“Of
course not, if it makes you feel better take all of it. I screwed you out of
your money, therefore take mine.”

“Shit,”
she said with disgust “I never thought the day would come, you’re attached to
him. What the fuck, Ysabelle? Have I taught you nothing? Do I need to call him
back and cancel this event? Must I make you walk away from him?”

“Madam,
it’s nothing like that. I know how to do my job and you have nothing to worry
about. I have this under control. But just to keep the record straight you
can’t tell me what to do. You are aware of that?” I hissed.
            “Bella Rosa, your closer to me than any daughter I could have had.
DO NOT get emotionally attached to a MARRIED man, do you understand me?”

“Perfectly.”
I responded turning and walking out.

I got
into my car and hit the steering wheel with the palms of my hands, “Fuck!” I
yelled. “What are you doing, Ysabelle?”

            I
took a deep breath hit my steering wheel a few more times, put my car in drive,
and drove home to contemplate what the fuck I was doing.

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            “I’m
going to miss you so much, Sebby. I wish I was going with you.” Julia expressed
with her arms around me. My face was buried in her neck, because it was getting
more complicated and difficult for me to look at her. If she wasn’t so
preoccupied with her current case she probably would have noticed.

            “I
know, Babygirl, I’m going to miss you, too. It’s not going to be long; I’ll be
coming home to you before you know it. Plus, Christian will enjoy sleeping on
my side.” She laughed.

            I
kissed her and picked up Christian.

            “Remember
what I said, Bud?” I asked.

            “Yep!
I’m the man of the house. I got this.” He answered making both Julia and I
laugh.

            I
reminded Julia that I wouldn’t be able to talk to her until Sunday when I hit
land in the Virgin Islands. I wasn’t lying I wouldn’t get any cellular
reception offshore. I gave her all my GPS wave points, that way she could check
on me and she wouldn’t worry.

I drove to
the marina and brought my bag inside the yacht. I knew it was too early to
start drinking, but I had to do something to calm my nerves. I poured a glass
of scotch and went out on the deck and looked out on the water. There were a
million thoughts running through my head as I watched the waves.

“Hi Stranger.”
I heard a familiar voice say from behind me, I turned smiling. She was all
dressed in white, a white lace top and long skirt, I immediately noticed she
was wearing sandals and it made me chuckle.

“No
heels, I see.”

She
smiled, “Well you know, safety hazard and all.”

She
walked over to me and put her arms around my neck, catching me by surprise. I
wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up off the ground. She felt
smaller without the heels.

She
smelled like honey and vanilla mixed in one.

I put
her back down on the ground and we smiled at each other. The awkwardness and
nervousness that I thought would come was gone. They were never there. It was
as if I had known her all my life.

“Want me
to show you around?” I asked grabbing her hand.

“Sure,
where am I sleeping?” She questioned smirking.

“Where
do you want to sleep?” I replied grinning back.

She
giggled, “Wherever you want me to.” She was damn quick that’s for sure.

“How
about I just show you around first, and then we can decide where this sleepover
will take place?” She nodded.

“Perfect,
I have a present for you.” She walked over to behind her bag and pulled out two
coffees and bagels.

“I don’t
know how you take your coffee, I know I can’t live without caffeine and it’s
pretty early. You’re also big…I’m assuming you like to eat.”

“I do
like to eat and I take my coffee black.”

“Ha,
interesting. Me, too.”

We sat
on the platform in the back of the boat. Drinking and eating.

“What
kind of yacht is this?

“It’s a
Carver C40 rides like a dream. Have you ever driven a yacht?” She cocked her
head to the side with a smile.

“What do
you think?”

“Uh,
no?”

“Seriously…you
think you’re the first man to whisk me away on a yacht. For some reason men
like to teach me things. I don’t know where it comes from it’s some cave like
mentality you guys have. I could probably teach you a thing or two.” She
laughed looking at my stale face.

“Hey,
what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”
I replied walking away to the top deck.

I needed
to be alone with my thoughts for a second. I knew what she did for a living,
hell I had purchased her just like many others have before me. I couldn’t help
feeling, I don’t know resentful, I guess. I didn’t like the thought of other
men teaching her a mother fucking thing. Not how to navigate a yacht, not how
to….No, that wasn’t it. It was the thought of what she was doing on these
yachts with other men. I had no right. What the fuck was I thinking? This was a
bad idea. My wife and kid should be here with me.

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Great.
Way to start the trip, Ysabelle.
I knew I had hit a nerve, I’m not quite sure why. He knew what my profession
was; I mean damn he is paying me to be here. Did he honestly think that I was
cruised around the ocean with men for eye candy?

This was
going to be more difficult than I could have imagined. I didn’t know how to act
around this man. All the rules and guidelines were thrown out the window. I
didn’t know what I could and couldn’t say. This had never happened to me
before.

He paid
for my companionship and he just needed to realize that this was who I am. Fuck
it. We had no ties to one another and I was here to complete another job. This
trip was not starting out the way I’d hoped it would, did I really even know
what I was getting myself into.

“Ysa!” Sebastian
called, breaking me from my thoughts. I turned to look at him.

“Come
here,” he excitedly called.

I walked
up to the upper deck and looked out to where he was pointing; two dolphins in
the distance. I was glad that the atmosphere had lightened up and he was once
again smiling. It truly was an amazing sight. The sun was bright, warming our
skin.

“I love
dolphins, let’s go swim with them,” I provoked.

“We’re
not swimming with the dolphins. We’ll scare them away.” I looked up at him
grinning and looked back at the dolphins not wanting to comment on his remark.
I didn’t want him to know that I had seen dolphins before, I’ve even swam with
them, so I kept quiet and admired the view.

“Say
it,” Sebastian demanded. I looked up at him with raised eyebrows.

“Say
what?” I asked confused.

“Say
what you’re thinking.”

“I
wasn’t thinking anything,” I tried.

“You’re
a liar. Did Madam teach you that, too?”

“I’m not
lying. I was just thinking about swimming with dolphins,” I smirked, biting my
bottom lip to keep from laughing. I knew the look in his eye. It was a little
off, sort of strange. I could read him pretty clear. I knew what he was
thinking. He was getting ready to attack.

I
screamed when he scooped me up effortlessly. “You want a swim with dolphins?”
He tormented.

“No, I
was joking. Don’t you dare Sebastian; I’m wearing a nice outfit. Let me put on
my bikini.” I demanded tightening my arms around his neck. Maybe I couldn’t
read him. I was afraid there for a second that he was really going to do it.

“Trust
me Doll, if I go in, you’re going with me,” I assured him, clasping my hands,
not about to let go of him.

He
laughed. I loved to hear him laugh. “You do realize that I am a hell of a lot
bigger than you, don’t you?”

“And you
realize I could-.”

“You
could what, Ysa? Tell me what you could do?” He teased, knowing he had the
upper hand.

I’m not
sure why I did it, I kissed him. Our playfulness turned into a sinful, romantic
kiss. I imagine I kissed him because that was the weapon I had, the weapons
that I was use to using. My body, it always won. I had played this game
numerous times it was the first time it was attached to feelings and I got
them, full force I had them.

Once
again I was kissing and in the arms of the man that utterly fucked with my head
and I didn’t want it to stop. I was digging myself deeper into a hole that I
didn’t know if I had the capability to dig myself out of. It was deep and
dirty. The feel of his body against mine, as he carefully placed my feet on the
deck and slid me down his body was overwhelming.

“Maybe
we should get this trip on the move,” I questioned, pulling away. He let me go.
He was having the same emotional roller coaster battle that I was. I knew he
was, I could see it on his face. I also knew that we would never talk about it.
We’d spend our couple of days together, he would go home to his family, and I
would go home to my men.

“Yeah,
that’s probably a good idea.” He said clearing his throat.

“So
where can a girl get a drink around here?” I questioned, I needed alcohol and I
needed it now.

“There
is a bar with alcohol by the kitchen. You will find a ton of stuff there. The
yacht came fully stocked, we can replace what we drink when we arrive.”

“Perfect,
would you like anything? I make a mean margarita.”

“That
would be perfect, thanks.” He turned around and went over to the control room.
His demeanor had changed and I could see he was having some sort of internal
battle with himself.

We set
sail at almost 10 a.m. that Thursday morning. While he was getting everything
situated I took the opportunity to compose myself and went to change into my
white bikini. Now living in Miami I had tons of bikinis, I had brought eight
different kinds for this trip, a girl needed options. I chose to wear my white bandeau
top and white Brazilian bottoms first.

I went
into the kitchen and made frozen margaritas. He wasn’t lying when he said the
bar was fully stocked. I decided right then and there that one drink wasn’t
going to be enough for me and grabbed the blender and brought it up with me.

“Wow,
this is spectacular, Sebastian. I could live on the ocean.” I addressed
casually walking into the control room in a bikini and drinks in my hands.

He
turned in the direction of my voice, immediately taking in my body with his
eyes and he wasn’t subtle about it at all.

“Like
what you see?” I taunted, I knew I was being bad I just couldn’t help it, it
was in my nature.

“Hmm…let
me think about that for a second, no I don’t think I do, Ysa. I actually love
it, and that seems to be the fucking problem.” He decided laughing.

I handed
him his drink, set down the blender on the co-captains chair, and moved to
stand in front of the steering wheel that also happened to be in front of him.

“Look
what I can do.” I grinned grabbing the steering wheel and pushing the level
forward to fasten the speed.

I loved
being on the water it did something to me, I started steering and shaking my
butt in a happy dance, smiling in the wind.

I
suddenly felt Sebastian’s arms around my waist and his face in the crook of my
neck, nuzzling me from behind. I leaned into his embrace and we drove the boat
like that for quite some time.

For the
next hour we talked, flirted, and enjoyed each other’s company. We talked about
nothing which was still just as entertaining. He told me stories about his dad
and his outrageous patients, how his mom was his rock and was always there for
him. I found out about his fraternity brothers and their crazy drunken times,
how much he loved NYU and New York. He told me how much he loved the water and
would love to live on a boat and sail around the world if he could.