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  I even started wearing his clothes when I was alone or I’d sleep on his pillow or his side of the bed. I wouldn’t change my sheets for weeks, because I wanted the smell of him all around me, especially when I would sleep. I was seeing him almost daily, even if it was only for a few minutes. He would come for lunch, or stop by on his way home, or on his way to work; he would also work from my condo and spend the day with me sometimes.

  My place became ours; I even gave him a key. Everywhere I looked I had a memory of him. Whether it was where we made love, which we christened everywhere, he was pretty insistent on that, or where he cooked me dinner, or made me laugh and smile. It was our haven and I breathed in those moments, and anticipated the ones to come. He told me how much he cared about me and how much he needed me.

  Neither of us had said we loved each other, it was beyond that. I didn’t need to hear the words to know that he did. Every action spoke louder than words.

  It was Sunday morning and I was still sleeping when I felt a warm body curl up next to me. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know who it was; I smiled in my half awakened state.

  “Hi Lover,” I groggily said.

  “You’re always so warm Baby, I love that you sleep in my shirt, and on my pillow.” He mumbled into the side of my neck making me giggle.

  I laughed and pulled away from him to go use the bathroom. I came back to Sebastian sporting a huge smile and a red box with a big yellow bow on top of my bed.

  “I got you something.” He beamed.

  “I see that. What is it?”

  “You have to open it and see, but first” he grabbed my face and deeply kissed me, “there…much better. Now you can open it.”

  I lifted the lid, “OH MY GOD!” I shouted, “it’s a furry baby!” I reached for the German Sheppard puppy and brought him to my chest, kissing him all over.

  “Do you love him?”

  “It’s a boy?” he nodded, “Of course I love him, this is the best present ever, Sebastian.”

  “Good, I hate thinking of you by yourself when I’m not here. It’s not safe for you. He has all his first sets of shots, and I have all sorts of toys, food, and a bed for him out in the living room. There’s also a crate, he’s going to have to be crate trained when you’re not home, he’s going to have a lot of energy, and now you can have a running buddy.”

  “What’s his name?” I asked putting him up in the air to look at his face.

  “Whatever you want it to be.”

  “Okay…I’m going to name him Chance.” I stated.

  “Oh yeah…does that have a double meaning there, Ysa?” he said with a sexy as sin smile.

  “What do you think, huh? You like that name?” I ignored him and baby talked to the puppy. He woke up and I saw that he had bright blue eyes, they reminded me of Sebastian’s eyes, and it made me wonder if he did that on purpose.

  We played with Chance for the rest of the day and it was perfect. I knew I shouldn't be as happy as I was, it was all wrong, everything about us was wrong, but I was. I loved my time with him and I loved our puppy. He was such a pain, though he was something that Sebastian got for me.

  He wanted to protect me, which was more than I knew how to handle. Somebody actually wanted to protect me, Sebastian did and said things that no one ever had. He became everything to me. I couldn’t think about what would happen to me when this came to an end…

  It had to come to an end right?

  *S*

  I wasn’t planning on seeing Ysabelle at all. I was going to stay in my office and get caught up on emails, phone calls, and quotes. My plans seemed to change quicker than the climate. I smiled as I called her.

  “How’s my girl?”

  “Eh. What are you doing?”

  “Um, working or trying to. What are you doing?”

  “Not working, thanks to you. Meet me for lunch. I’m close to your building.”

  I looked at the time in the corner of my computer. It was lunchtime.

  “You already know I can’t say no to you.”

  “Yeah, that’s why I’m asking,” she admitted. I could see the smirk on her face, and it made me smile.

  “Where would you like for me to meet you, my conniving girl?”

  “Meet me at the park, we’ll eat outside. Lunch is on me.

  “Okay, I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”

  “I’ll be the one in white,” she teased.

  “You’re wearing white?”

  “No black, I just wanted to say that, see you in a few.”

  I walked down the sidewalk and across the road to the park, where she was already sitting; smiling as some kids threw coins into the fountain. She was wearing black. Damn she looked delicious. I didn’t want lunch anymore. I wanted her. She was such a little conspirator; she knew I was watching with a watering mouth when she crossed her legs, giving me a quick peak at her perfect pink pussy.

  I professionally walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek. “Hi, Baby,” she whispered, playing the role too.

  “You expect me to sit across from you and eat, knowing you have no panties on under that dress.” I couldn’t do it. I was already half erect. Jesus. She smiled and sat down.

  We sat, drinking and eating. We small talked and people watched. She told me about being furious with Chance for chewing up a $1,500 pair of shoes, getting loose and running from her at the beach, and stepping on his water bowl; soaking another expensive pair of shoes.

  “So you hate Chance?”

  “No way, I love him. He’s just driving me crazy with this puppy stage. How long does it take before he’ll stop chewing everything up?”

  “Do you leave his toys out where he can get to them?” I asked. She gave me a tilt and a frown. Which meant that I was insulting her intelligence. “Christian’s dog grew out of it by the time he was two years old,” I added.

  “Two years!” she exclaimed.

  I still couldn’t get over how easy she was to talk to. We talked and laughed like, well like Julia and I should, I guess. Julia and I hardly talked at all anymore. When she was there, she was busy, not that I’m using her career as an excuse to do what I was doing. I guess it just made it a little easier to hide from her.

  I wanted to take her hand and walk through the park and around the fountain with her. God, I wished things were different. I slid my hands inside my slacks to keep from touching her.

  “Here,” I said, pulling a quarter from my pocket and handing it to her. She smiled, ran her soft thumb over the back of my hand and took it.

  “You have to wish too,” she urged.

  I took my quarter and waited for her to count to three. They both dropped at precisely the same moment.

  “You going to tell me?” I asked, while she looked sad. I kind of had a feeling of what she had wished for.

  “It won’t come true if I tell you.”

  “I’ll tell you,” I countered.

  “Yours can’t come true either, Sebastian.”

  “I think it can,”

  Her eyebrows raised, “What?”

  “I wished for you to be happy.”

  She smiled a warm half smile. “Thank you.”

  “You have to tell me now, I told you.”

  “I wished that I could stop wanting you.”

  Fuck, I wanted to grab her and pull her into my arms. I couldn’t. I could never fucking pull Ysabelle into my arms, without being behind closed doors. I fucking hated it.

  “I can take the rest of the day off,” I offered, sensing her need to be near me.

  She patted my chest. “No, I’m fine. Go back to work and call me later,” she called, walking away from me.

  I took four long strides and was walking backwards in front of her before she could get out of the park.

  “What’s going on, Ysa?” I asked.

  “Nothing Sebastian, I’m fine. I promise. It’s not you, it’s me. I just forget who we are sometimes. Don’t worry about it, okay? I’ve got to go, I’m meeting Brook

e at the gym,” she lied.

  I could tell she was lying. She was trying to get away from me. I got it, but I didn’t want to get it. I knew exactly how she felt. I felt it, too. She walked away from me, and I sprinted the two blocks to my car, hoping she didn’t get too far.

  She was walking down the sidewalk with her head down when I pulled to the curb and tapped the horn. She looked up and our eyes told the rest.

  “Get in,” I demanded, she smiled and got into my car. We never discussed what that was all about, and quickly went back to Sebastian and Ysabelle, laughing and being silly. That’s what we did together. We lived in the moment and I loved it.

  I hadn’t planned on keeping her or myself out after dark. That was another thing with Ysabelle. Time stood still with her. We spent the day driving. Driving on roads that I never knew existed even being a native. We got lost several times, laughing, and losing bets on who was right and who was wrong on the correct directions back to the highway.

  “Keep going,” she requested, when I pulled up to her condo.

  “Keep going where?”

  “Just drive,” she ordered.

  “Turn.”

  “In the parking garage?”

  “Yes turn, Sebastian.”

  I took a deep breath and turned.

  “Keep going,” she stated.

  “You know we could have just went into your condo.”

  “Park right here.”

  “Ysabelle, we’re not teenagers.”

  “Scoot your seat back, Sebastian.”

  I scooted my seat back, already standing fully erect. She reached over my lap and pushed the power button, reclining my seat and unbuckling my seatbelt. Looking into my eyes, she freed my cock with her hand.

  Ysabelle seductively moved to straddle me. I raised her dress, sliding it up with my hands, and watched as she sat on my shaft, inch by inch moving it into her. Fuck. This woman was amazing and full of surprises. We could have very easily have been doing this safely inside her walls. Not Ysabelle. It was fucking hot as hell, no foreplay, nothing kinky, just risky and precarious.

  I raised up and kissed her, devouring her mouth while she slid up and down my cock, moaning in some sort of fucked up rapture that was causing me to want to fill her with my come. It was quick, I’d say no more than fifteen minutes tops, but fifteen minutes, I’d never forget.

  “Goodnight, Sebastian,” she said, kissing my lips before getting out and heading into her building.

  “Hey!” I called, rolling down the passenger window before she got too far. She stopped and turned back to me.

  “You’re crazy. You do know that right?” I smiled. She smiled, and I fucking

  loved it.

  “Goodnight Ysa.”

  *Y*

  Before I knew it two more months had gone by with more of the same. We were just getting closer with each day that went by. I spent my time alone with Chance, sometimes with Brooke and the girls, and when he could, of course Sebastian. I woke one morning, excited to read his good morning beautiful text, knowing as soon as I sat up something was off. My head pounded, my throat felt raw, my eyes were watering, and my body felt like it weighed 200 pounds.

  I could barely sit up without feeling like something was aching. My entire body ached, my skin hurt, and my stomach curdled. I was going to be sick, I wasn’t sure I could move. I wouldn’t have, had I not felt the lump slowly move from my stomach to my throat, warning me to get up and make it to the bathroom.

  I bolted towards my bathroom, holding my hand over my mouth, afraid of something nasty spewing out. I made it just in time, depositing the revolting waste into the toilet. I had chills one minute, and was wiping sweat away the next. It was disgusting, I couldn’t even brush the foul taste from my mouth. I quickly rinsed, cupping the water in my hand and spitting it couple times before going straight back to my bed.

  Chance was whining because he had to go outside, it was almost 9 a.m. and I hadn’t let him out yet. I couldn’t get up to do it. It was all I could do to move enough to reach my phone from my nightstand.

  S – Good morning gorgeous.

  Y – I beg to differ.

  S – What’s wrong?

  Y – I don’t know, I think I’m dying.

  S – What?

  Y – I can’t text right now Sebastian, I’ll talk to you later.

  S – I’m coming over.

  Y – NO! I’m fine. I will talk to you later. Promise. XO

  S – Ysa???

  S – Ysabelle??

  S – You have to answer me. What do you mean you’re dying? Are you sick?

  S – God damn it Ysa!!! Answer me.

  I knew I heard the door open, well I thought I did. I raised my head, thinking I heard noises from the other room, I dropped it back to my pillow rather quick like. I was dying. I dozed back into a sick coma, freezing, curled into a fetal position, and wishing I had the energy to cover up. I was wearing a kami and booty shorts, no wonder I was bitter cold. I wanted covers. I could feel my body shivering, but honestly couldn’t even move to do that, not even an arm.

  Someone kissed my forehead. I smiled. I knew those lips and that scent.

  “You’re burning up, Baby,” he whispered to my forehead.

  “I’m not Sebastian, I’m freezing,” I assured him unable to open my eyes. Fuck. I didn’t think I had ever been that sick in my life.

  “Come on, let me lift you off the covers,” he coaxed, pulling me up by my arm. It was his fault. He shouldn’t have made me sit up. My head dropped and before I knew it I was spewing indescribable bile. It might not have been so bad had it been a little. It wasn’t, and it wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t hold it in. I have no idea what expression was on Sebastian’s face. I was afraid to look.

  Sebastian let me plop back to my pillow and I moaned, “I’m so sorry.”

  God, I really was dying. I watched him walk to the bathroom through slits in my eyes, crouched over; trying to lessen the mess I was sure. I heard the water running in the tub and groaned again. Surely he wasn’t going to make me get up and get in there. I couldn’t do it. He did. He walked back out in his boxers and picked me up.

  “Sebastian, I can’t,” I complained. I really couldn’t. I would pass out or something bad if I tried to stand.

  “It’s okay Baby, I got you, don’t worry about anything I’m here now.”

  He sat us in the tub and I screamed bloody murder trying to claw my way out of his hold, the water was fucking freezing.

  “Ysa, calm down…it’s not that cold. We have to try to break the fever.” He assured, trying to sooth my panic. He washed me first getting the puke off us and then drizzled water from a cloth on my body as best as he could.

  After what seemed like hours he finally wrapped me in a towel, dried me off, and then changed me into sweats, a t-shirt, and a sweater. I briefly remember being set on my ottoman in my bedroom while I watched him change my sheets, and then everything went black.

  S

  Shit! I had no idea what the hell I was going to do. The bath didn’t break her fever at all and it just got worse, she was burning up. I needed to take her to the emergency room or call 911, I had no information about her insurance and I couldn’t leave her alone to get medicine.

  I reached for my phone and called the only person I knew who might be able to help.

  “Madam Residence.”

  “Yes, Madam please.”

  “I’m sorry, Madam isn’t here at-“ I hung up before he even finished.

  Damn it! Now what was I going to do. I didn’t have her cell phone number, as if a sign from God himself I saw Ysabelle’s cell phone on the nightstand and grabbed it.

  I pushed the locked screen and smiled at the picture of Ysabelle and I before I quickly went through her contacts and found Madam.

  “Bella Rosa.” She answered.

  “This is Sebastian.” I replied with no response.

  “Listen, I’m really sorry that I’m calling you. Ysabelle is

burning up, I tried to break her fever and it’s getting worse.”

  “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” She replied and hung up.

  I went back to Ysabelle’s room holding her, while running a wet washcloth on her forehead. I never felt so fucking helpless in all my life just watching her moan in pain.

  I heard the front door open and two voices talking before I heard footsteps walking my way, an older man that appeared to be a doctor walked in.

  “Please step away from the girl.” He said.

  I kissed her burning forehead and moved away. He took out every instrument imaginable from his bag, and I felt as though he brought the emergency room with him. I watched him work on her until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Is she going to be alright?”

  He didn’t answer and finished examining Ysabelle before he finally said to follow him out to the living room. I shut the door with Chance by Ysabelle’s side. We walked out to find Madam on her phone; she hung up as soon as she saw us.

  “Ysabelle has pneumonia. I got here just in time so there will be no need for hospitalization, someone will need to stay with her for the next few days, she won’t be able to fend for herself. Here’s the list of things that I have written down that need to be taken care of in order for her to heal.” He said handing Madam the paper.

  “I gave her shots for right now and they will have her out for most of the day, I called in the medication and antibiotics, someone will need to pick them up.” Madam nodded and handed him an envelope, he shook her hand and left without even looking in my direction. The son of a bitch acted as if I wasn’t even in the room the entire time he was here.

  Madam turned to me finally acknowledging me, “you can go now.” She demanded.

  “Excuse me?” I remarked.

  Did she really think I was going to leave?

  I could see it in her eyes, Madam was ready to have it out. She had no idea who she was about to go toe to toe with.