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            “Around.”

            “You
know you aren’t known for an over share of information, either. I barely know
two things about you. You know a lot about me, we aren’t on a level playing
field here. Tell me something.” He insisted.

            “I’m
really not all that interesting, Sebastian. There’s not a lot to tell anyway.
My life pretty much started when I became a VIP and I’ve been doing that for
the last six years.”        

            “Wow.
I can’t believe you’ve been with Madam that long.” I nodded.

            “Maybe
we should try to get some sleep it’s late.” I whispered, the look on his face
said it all, he was disappointed. I didn’t want to answer anymore questions.

I
scooted down and switched off the light. The quietness of being in the middle
of the ocean, Sebastian’s soothing breaths, and the light sway of the boat left
me feeling a little uneasy about the whole situation.

We laid
in silence briefly, both contemplating uncharted feelings, I was sure. I kept
my eyes on the dark ceiling, not looking over at him.

“Sebastian?”

“Mmm hmm?”

The
darkness was allowing me to ask questions that I would never be able to ask in
the light of day.

“Are you
happy?” I inquired trying not to hold my breath.

“What do
you mean? Like right now?”

“No…in
general. Are you happy?”

            I
felt him tense up and I reached over and held his hand. He squeezed it before
bringing it up to his lips and kissing my palm. He then placed our entwined
hands over his heart.

            He
took a deep breath, “Baby, I wish I knew how to give you a straight answer.
Julia and I grew up together, we are best friends and always have been. I’ve
known her since the day she was born, and our parents are also best friends. I
love her more than anything in this world.” I sighed and he paused for a
moment.

            “Olivia
was also Julia’s sister, they weren’t blood related, she was adopted when Julia
was ten. I was a twelve year old boy who fell for her the second I laid my eyes
on her. The feeling was mutual and it proceeded to years of feelings, secrets,
and lies. Julia still doesn’t know about what happened between us.

            One
night when I was away at college she called me drunk, and the next morning she
was dead.” He wept even in the dark night I could see tears sliding down his
face.

            “I
blamed myself for a long time. Julia was there to pick up the pieces and we’ve
been together ever since.”

            “Did
she kill herself?”

            “The
reports stated that she hit her head on something and drowned, I was the last
to talk to her, and part of me feels like there’s more to the story.”

            “I’m
sorry Sebastian. I haven’t ever lost anyone like that, I imagine there’s no
greater hurt.”

            “I’ve
never told anyone that before, Ysa.”

I wanted
to tell him everything about me, my childhood, my mother, and my life…I almost did,
before I could he got up, turned on the light, and left.        

            I
didn’t know if I was supposed to follow. Luckily he returned quickly with a
glass of water, and resumed his position near me.

            “Sorry…I
just needed a minute.”

            “I
understand.”

            “Ysa,
my whole life I’ve done the right thing for other people, especially for Julia.
There’s a part of me that resents her, and it’s unfair because it’s not her
fault that I made the choices I did. I thought I was doing the right thing.

            Until
I met you, my whole life was planned out for me, I’m happy in the sense of
being comfortable and content. It fucking kills me to say that to you, because
Julia deserves much more than that.”

I leaned
up and put my chin on his chest to look at his face, he put his arm under his
head and looked at me, his other hand started playing with my hair.

“You’re human
Sebastian, people aren’t perfect, and when they try to be, they always crack in
one way or another. I’ve seen both the horror and beauty of life.”

“Why
don’t you tell me anything about yourself, Beautiful Girl?”

“I don’t
know how to. I’m so fucking jaded, Sebastian.” I put my forehead on his chest,
“now…I’ve never said that out loud before.” I whispered.

He
grabbed my chin making me look at him again, “Are you happy?”

“I don’t
even know the meaning of the word, Sebastian. I’ve lived a really fucked up
life and up until I met you, I didn’t question anything about it. You make me
question everything I’m supposed to believe in.           

I have
no idea what the fuck we’re doing. I have never let feelings get involved with
anything I have ever done, and that’s kept me alive and safe. You…have me
thinking what it could be like to look over on the other side of the fence and
that scares me more than anything.”

“You also
make me question everything.” He whispered.

“Everybody
has strengths and weaknesses, Sebastian mine just happens to be between my
legs.” His hand went still.

His
thumb swiped at my bottom lip, “Do you honestly believe that?”

“Yeah, I
do. This is all I’ve ever known.”

“You’re
worth the world, Ysa.” He stated smiling.

“I think
we should get some sleep now.”

“I think
you’re right.” He replied.

We slept
in the same position as the night before. It didn’t matter how many men and women
I had been with those last few days were more intimate than I had ever shared
with anyone.

We ate
breakfast in the control room the following morning, both of us aware that this
would be our last day together. Neither of us said anything about it. We went
about our day as we did the day before, laughing, talking, and enjoying our
time together.

This
trip was nothing of what I expected it to be. We still hadn’t had sex and I
couldn’t believe that he had paid that much money to spend time with me.

We hit
land midafternoon and it didn’t matter how many times I had been to the Virgin
Islands it was still breathtakingly beautiful. St. Bart’s had always been one
of my favorite places. We had help docking the boat and then we cleaned her.

He put
his hands on his hips, “Alright, we have three options. We can go inland have
dinner, dancing, and get a hotel room; or we can do all that and stay on the
yacht; or we could eat on the boat and relax.” He noted.

“I don’t
know about you, but I’m starting to get stir crazy. Let’s go with option one,
plus the yacht is all pretty and clean.” I reminded.

“Good
call.”

We
grabbed our stuff and went inland to stay at the Eden Rock Resort. We got a
room with a balcony that overlooked the water. Sebastian showered first, while
I enjoyed the view.

I went
to shower next and when I came out I heard Sebastian talking. I wasn’t stupid
enough to think he wasn’t talking to me he was talking to his wife. I looked
around the bathroom and found that I forgot my bag.
Shit.
I didn’t want
to go out there, what choice did I have.

I walked
out into the room and his face looked panicked. I put my index finger to my
mouth in a shhh motion, and saw him relax a little.

Did
he think that I was going to rat him out?

“Yeah
Babygirl it’s been a long trip, I’ve made good time. My flight leaves in the
morning and I’ll be home in the afternoon.” I heard him say as I was looking
for my bag,
where the fuck did he put it?

“Of
course, I miss you, too.” I felt his eyes on me as he was talking to his wife
and I didn’t have the courage to look at him.

“Me, too.
Hey bud how’s it going over there? You handling things?”

If it
wasn’t fucking adorable the way he talked to his son I don’t what was. The
moment he hung up the phone I found my bag in the closet.

“I’m
sorry Sebastian. I didn’t know where you put my bag, I didn’t mean to
eavesdrop.”  

“No it’s
fine.” The tension in the room was thick, I didn’t know where to hide my face.
I knew he felt the same way.

“I’m
just going to get ready I won’t be long.” I babbled.

“Ysa…” I
heard him say as I walked into the bathroom, I quickly shut the door; I did not
want to have that conversation.

I busied
myself hoping the more time I was in there the less awkward it would be when I
emerged. I did what I always did to avoid fucked up situations; I used my sex
appeal. I put on a black maxi skirt with a black bandeau top and wedge sandals.
I left my hair curly and put product in it to give it more volume. I added
black eyeliner, blush, and lip-gloss.  

I gave
myself a once over before stepping out into the room; Sebastian was out on the
balcony and turned when he heard my footsteps. Smirking he extended his hand
out for me, I grabbed onto to it and he pulled me into his arms. He smelled
like my favorite cologne. He was dressed in khaki slacks, a white button down
shirt, and sandals. He looked handsome with the three day stubble on his face.

“Every
time I think you can’t look any more beautiful, you surpass it tenfold,” he
whispered in my ear, “Now how am I going to keep my hands off you when you
smell so edible, Ysa?”

I
laughed and pulled away kissing the corner of his mouth, “that’s the point.”

I pulled
away from him to find my clutch, “You ever been here before?” I asked.

“I’ve
been to St. Lucia, not here.”

“You?”

“I’ve
been to all of them. I know this great place we can go to eat, it turns into a
club later.”

He
cocked his head to the side, “Is there any place you’ve never been to?”

“Hardly,
I’ve never been to Turks and Caicos,  but I want to own a bar there one day,
it’s on my bucket list.”

“Good to
know.” He addressed.

It felt
great being able to act like a real couple, holding hands, being affectionate, and
whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears.

I got us
a private table that overlooked the water. “Do you have pull everywhere you
go?” He teased with a certain edge in his voice.

“Why,
Sebastian, are you jealous?”

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            “I
just find it amusing how worldly you are. I guess that must be one of the perks
of the job, huh?”

            “Something
like that.” She stated taking a sip of her champagne.

            Our
food arrived and I couldn’t help to think about what happened in the hotel
room. I felt awful that she heard me talking to Julia while I was with her,
which was even more fucked up, because it should have been the other way
around. I should have felt terrible for having her there in the first place.

            I
missed Christian like crazy, but I hadn’t thought too much about Julia. It was
as if being around Ysabelle made me forget about the world. As much as I tried
to gaze around and people watch. I couldn't do it. The only people watching I
wanted to do was in front of me.

            The
way she ate was even fucking sexy to me. When she emerged from the bathroom
wearing the sexiest outfit I’d ever seen her in, I almost blew my load right
then and there. Ysabelle was mind blowing sexy she displayed all her sex appeal
out in the open. I had never met a woman like that before.

            I
wanted to know if she was always like that or if it was something Madam taught
her. She had the ability to be anything men wanted. I had personally seen her
transform like a chameleon. 

When the
waiter came back to our table I was getting ready to exchange some words, the
way he kept looking at her was fucking irritating.

“Is
there anything else I could get you?” He said only staring at her.

“Yes,
can we get four shots of Patrón, lime, and salt, please?”

“Anything
for you.” He answered, as she batted her eyelashes smiling as he left.

            She
looked over at me and grinning “What?”

            I
shook my head “Did Madam teach you that, too?”

            “Madam
has taught me lots of things Sebastian, you just haven’t taken me up on the
opportunity to show you...yet.”

I was
tongue tied and didn’t know how to respond. I knew she wanted to have sex again.
I just didn’t know if I could do it again. All the feelings that I had for her
only seem to intensify being around her, adding sex into the equation would
only be fucking me even further. I was already going to hell in a hand basket.

Our
shots came to our table and she scooted over to me.

She
reached for the salt “Want to do a body shot?” she incited licking her lips.