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I kissed
her all over, her face, her neck, her breasts, and back to her mouth. Until I
couldn’t take it anymore. I had to look at her, I had to watch her. I pecked
her lips one last time and opened my eyes to see that hers were closed.

“Baby…Baby,
open your eyes. Keep your eyes open.” I grunted, continuing my assault on her g-spot.
Her eyes opened and they were glossy.

“Oh God,
Sebastian,” she exclaimed, letting me know that she was ready. It was un-fucking-fathomable.
I’d never witnessed that look on any girls face before; her bright green eyes
were glossy and alive.

             I
could hear the desperation in her voice. Ysabelle was going to be the end of me
and I didn’t fucking care as long as she was by my side.

            Moving
a little faster, “You like that Baby? Does that feel good? What do you want Beautiful
Girl.” I panted.

            “Yes…yes…God
yes…” She screamed.

            I
felt a great amount of pressure on the head of my cock from her. I could feel
the intense pressure building up from the shaft of my dick; it felt like a
thousand incredible moments linked together.

            I
could feel her clamping on tighter and tighter with each push and pull. Our
eyes consumed each other just as much as our bodies, until I saw her eyes roll
to the back of her head.  Her pussy clamped onto my cock and she screamed my
name. I thrusted in one last time before I exploded deep in the back of her
pussy, I didn’t stop until I pumped every last drop into her.

            I
leaned my forehead on hers and both our eyes closed. Our hearts were pounding,
we were covered in sweat, and completely out of breath. We laid there for
several moments completely oblivious to everything around us. I didn’t want to
pull out, we were one, and so were our thoughts. We were lost in our
abandonment.

            We
woke up naked in each other’s arms with our legs entwined together. It was as
if neither one of us wanted to let the other one go. I didn’t want to open my
eyes, because I knew it would be over, we would get dressed, go to the airport,
and go about our separate lives. She started stirring and I kissed her pouty
lips.

            She
turned her face to the nook of my arm, “I need to brush my teeth and so do
you,” she giggled.

            “I’ll
take you anyway I can, Ysa.” I reminded.

            She
peaked her gorgeous eyes up at me and smiled. She moved out of the bed and
walked naked over to her bag. Ysabelle was comfortable in her own skin, seeing
her naked in broad daylight would be an image that I would never forget.

            She
grabbed something from her purse and hid it behind her, laughing and walking
back to me. She straddled my stomach and before I had the chance to take in the
situation she snapped a picture of me.

            Looking
at her phone, “awe, you look adorable with your messy hair. I’m keeping it.”

            She
laid back down next to me and put her phone above us, “smile” she said. She
snapped another picture and then kissed my forehead, before going into the
bathroom.

            Her
phone was left on the bed and I couldn’t help myself, after I heard the shower
running I unlocked it and quickly texted my phone from hers. I added her to my
contacts under Ms. Telle and then just as quickly deleted it from her phone. Before
I had a chance to think about it I went through her pictures.

            There
were hundreds of them and I was dreading to see how many men I would see. I
rummaged through them all and I didn’t find any other man on her phone, other than
the one she took of me and then us.

            Before
I had a chance to contemplate what I just realized, I heard the shower turn off.
I met her at the door and picked her up off the ground in the tightest hug.  

            “What
was that for?” She said, as I placed her back down on the ground.

            “I
just felt like holding you.” She smiled and I walked into the bathroom. I took
a shower and got dressed. I walked back into the room and she was once again
dressed like a VIP; her hair was straight, she had makeup on, and was dressed
in tight jeans with an off the shoulder top, and fuck me heels.

I
realized that our time was over, we were about to go back to our real lives; no
longer was she mine, she was back to being Madam’s.

The taxi
ride to the airport was somber, we didn’t talk much and before I knew it we
were on the plane heading back to Miami.

            The
plane ride was the same way we didn’t talk. I didn’t know where we went from
here. What would happen once we were back in Miami? I hadn’t expected this trip
to turn into what it had become. It was as much of a surprise for me, as it was
for her. I couldn’t take the silence and distance between us any longer, I
reached for her hand and kissed it.

            She
didn’t even look at me, as I was doing it she just pulled her hand away from me
as fast as possible.
Fuck if that didn’t hurt.

            I
helped her with her luggage once we landed and we exited the airplane side by
side. We decided to share a taxi and were about to exit the airport, before she
said she needed to use the restroom. I waited outside for her when all of a
sudden I heard a familiar voice.

            “Sebby!”
Julia yelled, a few feet away from me holding Christian’s hand.

            “Dad!”
He shouted happily jumping into my arms. I kissed him on the head and placed
him back on the ground.

            Julia
wrapped her arms around my neck “surprise,” she said, right before she kissed
me. I hadn’t seen my wife in three days and she kissed me passionately, I
couldn’t help to open my eyes in search for Ysabelle and what I saw broke my
heart.

            She
was staring at us from the entrance of the restroom. Once she caught my gaze
she lowered her head and walked away from us, towards the entrance doors and
into a taxi.

            Julia
pulled away from me with a huge smile, “Are you alright?”

            “Yeah,”
I said nodding “I’m just out of it, three days at sea will do that to you
Babygirl. I missed you, I’m happy to be home.” I reaffirmed for whom I didn’t
know.

            She
smiled again and we walked as a family back to our car.

            What
was weighing on my mind the entire drive home was that we didn’t get to say
goodbye.

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Last
night was the first time I ever felt like I made love. I just wanted a memory
of our time together. I didn’t know what had come over me to want a picture of
him, I wanted something I could look back on. I had no clue if he was going to
request for my time again, for all I knew this would be our last time together.

            There
were no promises with him and I, no commitments, and no obligations. We were
two completely different people, who just happened to find our way to one
another and now we needed to go back home.

            We
rode on the airplane in an awkward silence, I didn’t have the nerve to ask if I
would see him again. I honestly didn’t want to know the answer. Before we were
about to land he reached for my hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed
it. I was the one to pull my hand away and by the look on his face he didn’t
like it.

            I
couldn’t do this anymore and he needed to understand that. The trip was over.

            We
landed at 2 p.m. and decided to share a taxi. I had to use the restroom before
we left. I took the time to compose myself and repeat to myself that I could do
this. I exited the restroom looking around for Sebastian. My heart did some
sort of fluttering thing when I found him, found him in the arms of another woman.

            They
were kissing passionately with their arms around each other. They looked madly in
love and like a family with their son. It all came crashing down on me at once.
I knew what he was, but seeing it was another thing entirely.

            This
was the truth, this was my reality, this was my life. I was the escort. I
needed to remind myself of that. It was my fault that I let my guard down; I
had no one to blame but myself.

            Sebastian
opened his eyes and instantly found mine. I couldn’t have him see me like that,
I was done being a fucking idiot. I put my head down and walked out of the
airport into the first cab that I saw.

            The
entire ride home all I wanted to do was cry. I hadn’t cried in years.

            I
walked into my condo and for the first time it felt cold. I had no one to come
home to, not even a fucking cat. All I had was myself, that’s all I ever had. And
the reality of that hit me twice as hard. I was alone…

            I
heard my phone ding and silently prayed that it would be Madam with another
date for me.

            I
swiped over the locked screen.

           
I’m
sorry.

            I
didn’t have to wonder whose number it was.

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            For
the weeks that followed I walked around in a fog, hurricane Sebastian had run
through me and left a destruction in his path. I worked hard at picking up the
pieces, getting back in the swing of things with new and old clients.

            Madam
never asked nor questioned my time with Sebastian. She scheduled me like she
always did and I played my part. I had been with several married men, seen them
out with their wives and families, and I never cared that I had just been with
them days before.

            The
image of Sebastian and his family caused a branded burn on my mind. I hated
seeing her in his arms and vice versa. He hadn’t texted or asked for me in
almost a month and I was beginning to lose hope that I would ever see him
again.

            What
was even more fucked up was that I wanted to be with him again. I even caught
myself trying to text the number he had texted me from, I couldn’t do it. I had
never contacted a client, I waited until I was called upon, that’s how things
worked.         

            I
needed to get the fuck out of my house. I called the only person I cared to
ever be around.

            “Look
who decided to come out of hiding, where have you been, Kid?” Devon answered.

            “Oh…you
know, a little of this, a little of that. I like to keep you on your toes Mr.
Hill. What are you and your bitchy girlfriend doing?”

            “Right…about
that…” He paused.

            “Yes”
I inquired with my heart pounding.
Please don’t say what I think your going
to say.

            “We
sort of went to the court house and got married last weekend.”

            “Are
you fucking kidding me?” I said a little too loudly.

            “Wow
Kid, a congratulations would have probably been a better opener, don’t you
think?”

            “Why?”
I questioned in an angry tone, I didn’t know where it came from and why I was
so upset.

            “I
don’t know Ysabelle, because we love each other, we’re going to be a family in
a few months. That’s pretty standard stuff.”

            “Great.
Just fucking great, Devon. Congrat-u-fucking-lations.” I hung up.

            My
phone rang five seconds later.

            “Kid…”
was all he said and I broke down crying.

            “I’ll
be there in fifteen minutes” and hung up.

            He
walked right in, I hadn’t moved from the couch, my face looked crazy from the
mascara and the crying, and I didn’t give two shits about it. He approached me
cautiously like I was a wounded animal. I patted the seat next to me and he
smiled.

            “What’s
going on?” He questioned.

            “I
don’t know, Devon…I’m so fucked up. I have no idea what I’m doing anymore. I’m
sad, depressed, and crying like a little bitch on my couch.” I laughed and
cried at the same time.

            “Kid…”,
he said putting his arms around me, “is it about that guy at the bar?”

            “How
do you know?” I whispered.

            “I’m
a man and I know what it looks like when another man is interested. Did he hurt
you?”

            “Yes…no…I
don’t know.” I mumbled.        

            He
sighed and kissed my forehead, “I have known you a very long time Kid, and I
can’t help but feel relieved.” I moved to face him.

            “What?”

            “You
let him in. I never thought you’d allow it.”

            “Do
you see this right here?” I addressed pointing to myself “this…is why I’m not supposed
to give a shit. I end up looking and feeling like shit, Devon. I can’t think, I
can’t sleep, I can’t fucking get off my couch. All I want to do is eat ice
cream and watch sappy movies, and I hate sappy movies.” I whined.

            He
laughed. “You’re kind of adorable right now and that could be a plus.”

            “Ahhhh!”
I yelled, grabbing the pillow off the couch and hitting him over the head
repeatedly.

            “Oh
come on…just call him and work it out. Everything can be worked out, Kid. If it
can’t, then he doesn’t deserve you and you will find someone who will.” He
explained.

            “It’s
not that easy, Devon.”

            “It
never is Kid, life is not like that.”

            “You
sound like a fortune cookie.” We both laughed.

            “I’m
sorry I wasn’t supportive about the whole marriage thing. I’m happy for
you…kind of.”

            “It
was a spur of the moment thing.”

            “Does
that mean you can’t be my friend anymore? Don’t men usually become pussy
whipped when they’re married, because their wives become crazier and
controlling? Your wife was already that, am I screwed?”

            “That
will never happen Kid, you’re stuck with me.” We both smiled.

            Devon
ordered us Chinese food and stayed with me all day watching sappy movies.

            I
went to bed and deleted Sebastian’s text.

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I took
off Julia’s sunhat from her head and kissed her.