MVP (VIP Book 3)

Be careful what you wish for…

Life can change drastically over the course of a few hours; can you imagine how much it can change over the course of a few years? I wanted to find myself, I wanted self-worth, I wanted love; I wanted it all.

Was I expecting too much?

Was it my fault?

Can someone truly have a happy ending?

I didn’t know…I didn’t know anything anymore.

My life ended and began when I met Sebastian Vanwell, and there I was, three years later; alone, confused, frustrated, and angry.

Trust and resentment, two completely different meanings on such opposite ends of the spectrum. I didn’t know which way was up anymore. I had no idea who I was or what I was doing. I was just as lost, as I was the moment I stepped out of The Cathouse.

I love him, but was love enough?

Can love truly conquer all or is that just in fairy tales?

I was so confused.

All I knew was that there I was, leaving Sebastian a Dear John letter on the kitchen table with my suitcase all packed and ready to go. I walked out of our home, the place we built together out of dreams and love with Chance by my side.

I walked out on Sebastian.

I got into the taxi that took me to the tarmac. I took a deep breath and stepped out on the street to make my way toward the steps to board the jet.

Could I do this?

Am I making the right choice?

Is this who I am?

Is this what I want?

They say what goes around comes around…did everything finally catch up with me?

I grabbed my suitcase and boarded the plane.

There I sat with my hands folded in my lap and my dog by my side.

The only thing that I knew to be true was that I was going to Miami.

I was going home.

Back to VIP.

I had only ever loved one woman. From the first day that I stared at those mesmerizing and entrancing bright green eyes, I was lured in. It was a magnetic pull that capsized me to live and breathe for her and only her. She was soul mate, the one person in this world that was made for me and only me. I wouldn’t let her go without a fight…

I lost her once.

I wouldn’t make that mistake again.

I had so many regrets in my life and she will never be one of them. It didn’t matter how we met or started out. I knew it the moment her tiny frame fell into my arms. We were meant to meet and be together, it was all for a reason; a greater purpose that I knew from the second she told me her name.

Mine.

The instant connection we shared and the gravitational pull we had toward each other was inevitable. That’s what happens when two halves of a heart come together and become one. They’re bonded for life. The errors of my ways had finally caught up with me, but how did you prove to the other half of your heart that it beats for only her and her alone?

How did I make her understand that I would die before I ever hurt her again? There was no Sebastian without Ysabelle.

She was my everything…

My girl.

I am not an honorable man and I knew that. I had paid for my mistakes tenfold. I had hurt women that I had held dearly in my heart for as long as I could remember. However, I thought I was doing the right thing. Call me a coward, call me selfish, call me a cheater, call me a bastard; I deserve it. There wasn’t anything that you can throw at me that I wasn’t already aware of. I’ve waited thirty-four years for her, this I knew. I did love her, I still love her, I’ll always love her.

Though, there I stood, holding a letter from the woman who owned my body, heart, and soul.
Fuck that.
She was much more than that. The human body needed water to survive; it could go three days without it before it started to shut down. Ysabelle was my water.

Sebastian,

I love you. Don’t for one second think that I don’t…I just don’t know if that’s enough anymore. As much as I want to, I can’t forget the past. My heart says or feels one thing and my mind is spinning telling me another. I’ve listened to my heart once before and I can’t go through that again…I won’t.

We want different things.

I’m sorry. Don’t hate me.

Yours always,

Ysa.

It was taking everything in me to not fall apart. I couldn’t do that. I needed to stay levelheaded and hold my ground to get her back. I needed to stay strong. I was not the same man I was three years ago…

I was over to the front door in six strides and what I found breaks my heart.

Fuck me.

There was a torn picture of Olivia on the floor. I ran my fingers through my hair, wanting to pull it the fuck out. This was so fucked up. How would I fix this? How would I get her to understand that I wanted her?

Just her.

I would fight for her if it were the last thing I would ever do.

And I would like to see someone stand in my way because I’d take them the fuck out.

The Madam didn’t know whom she’s fucking with.

Mine.

And now I had to prove it to her, once and for all.