MVP (VIP Book 3) (16 page)

I tried to calm down before I met with Julia–she was already waiting for me when I was seated.

“Sorry I’m late,” I greeted.

“Not a problem, I was just looking over my notes for this case,” she informed, not looking up at me.

The waiter arrived. “What can I get you to drink, sir?”

“I’ll take a whiskey neat—actually, make it a double.”

He nodded and excused himself. Julia finally tore her eyes from her document. “Wow, double?” She looked at her watch. “It’s only one o’clock, you got that ‘it’s five o’clock somewhere thing’ down, huh?” she teased to no avail. “Hey…” She placed her hand on my arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t even know where to fucking start, Julia. Plus you’re definitely not the person I should be talking to about this.”

She cocked her head to the side. “You know, Sebby, before we were married and together, we were best friends,” she reminded.

The waiter brought back my drink and I took it down in one gulp before he was even done taking Julia’s order for a glass of wine. I ordered another double.

“Feel better?” she cautioned.

“It certainly helps.”

Once we ordered our food and I was about done with my second drink, I started to feel more at ease.

“You ready to share now? I’m a good listener, I’m also a woman and from what I know, most women can relate to other women. It’s like a girl gene or something.”

We laughed.

“Ysabelle,” I simply answered.

“Yes…I’m aware of that part. What about her?”

“It’s like I’m losing a fighting battle that I never had a chance to win in the first place. I feel like she’s slipping away from me, and the more I try to hold on to her, the worse it gets. I thought bringing her here to Miami with me would be a blessing, and now I feel like it’s been a curse. Her past is here and I never even took that into consideration. I thought she was done with it. Come to find out, it’s very present. I am at my wits end with it all and she won’t talk to me about any of it.”

“Have you tried to talk to her?” she questioned.

“She’s not like that, Julia. She doesn’t open up like normal women do; she actually hates fucking talking about feelings and shit. Sometimes I can get her guard to come down and she will tell me how she feels, but only when she’s backed into a corner,” I explained, taking a sip of my drink.

“That must suck for you,” she giggled. “You’re Mr. Communication.”

“Yeah…well…I grew up with my best friend being a girl and if I didn’t tell you how I felt, you would cry until I did. It was the only way I could get you to shut up.”

She gasped at first, then shrugged it off, grinning. “Maybe…”

“She had a rough upbringing and to go from that to VIP, it’s left her jaded and fucked up. Then add what I did to her, it’s like icing on the cake, you know?”

“You can’t blame yourself forever, Sebby. I know you lied—trust me, I hated you for a while—but when I think about it…I’m to blame, too. I knew you loved me; hell, I still know you love me. And although the love that you feel for me now is exactly the same love you felt for me then, it’s the same love you’ve always felt. I pretended that you were
in love
with me when I knew in my heart you never were. I took advantage of that and that’s not right. So I got what I deserved, too. We both did.”

“Julia, wow, I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. We’re in a much better place than we have been since we got married. I married my best friend and I tried to make him my lover and husband, and for a while, it worked. In reality, if it weren’t for Ysabelle, it would have been something else. I don’t blame her and part of me is thankful to her because it made me see the truth that I tried to hide since the beginning. You’re a good man, Sebastian, you always have been. What you did was wrong but no one’s perfect, and it looks like your paying for those mistakes now.” She hesitated.

“I feel guilt for allowing you to sacrifice so much for me…first with Oli, I knew, Sebby…I always knew you loved her and I knew she loved you, too, and I used both your devotions to me as a ploy for you not to be together. And as for Ysabelle, she absolutely adores you; she loves you. I think even a blind person could see that. However, women are fickle beings and when you hurt us, it’s hard for us to forget that. We hold grudges and we analyze everything and make a problem out of nothing. You just have to be patient…she’ll come around. Just keep doing what you’re doing. It might take her more time to realize it, but she’ll get it.” She smiled.

“As for Christian we have a handle on it. This co-parenting thing will be easy; even though you’re miles away, we’ll make it work.”

“Thank you, Julia.”

“I love you, Sebby.”

“I love you, too.”

“How was lunch?” I asked, looking up from my e-reader.

“It was surprisingly great.”

“Oh yeah? What made it so great?”

He removed my e-reader from my hands and laid his head there instead.

“I missed you.”

I smiled. “I missed you, too.”

“Lunch was exactly what we needed. We’ve never discussed anything prior or during the divorce. So…I guess it was somewhat like closure. We’ll figure out Christian along the way.”

“That’s awesome.”

“How are you?” he questioned.

“I’m good, just been relaxing. Devon stopped by for a little bit and we had lunch downstairs. You actually just missed him.”

“I’ve been thinking that we haven’t enjoyed ourselves and maybe you would allow me the pleasure to wine and dine you tonight.”

“Really? And to what do I owe that honor?”

“I’d like to take my girl out for dinner and drinks.”

“I think she can oblige.” I flirted.

“Perfect. I think that we should shower. Together.”

He effortlessly lifted me off the bed, making me giggle, and threw me over his shoulder, spanking my ass and making me shriek as he carried me into the shower. We spent the next hour “showering” and then I started to get ready. I dressed in a white fitted cocktail dress that rested right below my knees and red stilettos. I added product to my hair to make it curlier and did smoky eyes with red lips to match my shoes. I finished it off with silver hoop earrings, a bracelet, and a gaudy ring on my left middle finger. I had sprayed some Armani Code, Sebastian’s favorite perfume, before I walked out into the living room.

Sebastian was on the terrace, admiring the view, and I couldn’t help but remember St. Barts. It was exactly what he was doing while I was getting ready, except this time, he wasn’t dressed in casual attire. He was wearing black slacks, black leather dress shoes with a black button down shirt, and a black vest. He looked good enough to eat. He turned around, catching me gawking at him.

“Well, hello there, handsome. Are you my date tonight?”

“I’m your date every night. You look breathtaking; I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with red lipstick before.”

He came right over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him, and then leaned in and breathed into my ear. “How am I suppose to kiss you if your lipstick is cock blocking me and you’re wearing the perfume that makes my dick hard from across the room. You’re teasing me, Ysa,” he murmured.

“Who me? Never,” I snickered.

He playfully spanked me and I yelped.

“Let’s go before I decide to eat you for dinner instead.”

“You can eat me for dessert,” I chimed in.

We were seated immediately at one of the new restaurants Devon was telling me about. Our booth overlooked the water and our table was separate from everyone else’s.

“How did you get reservations here? Devon said that the waiting list is full for the next several months.”

He grinned. “You aren’t the only one that knows people.”

We both ordered lobster and steak and he asked for one of the most expensive bottles on the wine list, three thousand dollars. The server opened the wine and Sebastian tasted it before approving, and then he poured us both a glass.

“Are we celebrating something I’m not aware of?” I questioned.

He lifted his glass. “To new beginnings. I think it’s safe to assume that we’re
both
leaving behind our pasts and moving forward, together.”

I smiled and nodded, lifting my glass. “Absolutely.”

By the time the food arrived, the wine was almost empty and I was feeling tipsy. We ate and enjoyed each other’s company all evening. We went to a bar for some after-dinner drinks, and once we made it back to our suite, I was drunkity, drunk, drunk. I couldn’t stop laughing and I’m pretty sure nothing was really funny.

“You’re drunk,” he stated.

“Hmmm…maybe a little bit, does that mean you’re going to take advantage of me?”

He chuckled. “It’s not taking advantage if it’s yours.”

“Let’s go swimming,” I randomly yelled, running into the bedroom to change before he had a chance to reply.

I wore my new bikini I bought on Ocean Drive and had to duck his advances to get out of the room. He followed me upstairs to the rooftop pool and had to pay off the security guard to let us go swimming since it was closed. He jumped right in and I followed suit.

“Oh! This feels amazing. We need a pool. A great big infinity pool that looks over the water, just like this one,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. “What do you think about that?”

He nodded, laying soft kisses on my neck. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

I giggled as he backed me up against the sidewall.

“What do you want?” I coaxed.

“You.”

“How much?”

“Big much.”

“What do you want to do with me?”

“Everything.”

I smirked. “What do you want to do with me right now?”

He arched an eyebrow and kissed the tip of my nose. “Fuck you.”

“Then what’s stopping you?” I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him, he tasted like wine, whiskey, and Sebastian. Our tongues did a sinful and alluring dance as he lowered my bandeau top and kneaded my nipples.

“Oh God,” I moaned into his mouth when I felt his dick at my entrance.

The water made it challenging for him to get fully inside, but once he did, he stopped to enjoy the sensation. Water sex was definitely more for the guy, seeing as it was hard to feel the friction through the splashes. It didn’t matter, though; I still loved the feeling of having him inside me. Nothing compared to Sebastian.

He fucked me up against the wall, completely enclosed by him, and his arms rested on the sides of the pool. We looked into each other’s eyes as I bounced up and down on his shaft. I leaned my pelvis forward so that the front tip of his cock hit my g-spot. It was the most sensitive part for him and it made him come almost instantly.

“Fuck…Ysa…the things you do to me,” he groaned, kissing me and coming apart as I rocked my hips to prolong his orgasm.

He growled and roughly grabbed me around my waist, placing me on the edge of the pool. I looked down at him in confusion.

“You know I hate it when you don’t come. I take care of what’s mine.”

His mouth attacked my clit in a forceful sucking motion and I immediately fell back onto my hands. I watched in ecstasy as he devoured my pussy like a starved man, his head moving up and down.

“Jesus, Sebastian…you’re going right for it,” I panted, never taking my eyes off what he was doing.

Our stares locked when he pushed in a finger, aiming it directly and precisely on the spot that drove me wild. It didn’t take long for the tingling sensation to develop all over my body. And when his head moved side-to-side, my head fell back and I came all over his face.