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  “You about done, Ysa?”

  “Yeah, just trying to work out the profit from the substance sales.”

  “What’s that?”

  “The drug sales.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” I roared.

  She peeked up from her paperwork, surprised by my drastic change in tone. “What are you talking about?”

  “You’re selling drugs here?”

  “No, I mean not really. I barely make any profit off it. Why are you looking at me like that?”

  My eyes widened. “Ysabelle, please tell me you’re fucking kidding.”

  “I wouldn’t have said it if it weren’t true.”

  “Why?” I demanded, trying to keep my temper at bay.

  “Why what?”

  “Your bar brings in a crazy amount of revenue as it is. Why the fuck would you involve yourself in that?”

  “I don’t, I don’t supply it. I don’t look for it. I’m the middleman. I have nothing to do with it, other than letting the one guy come around and see if anyone wants anything.”

  I couldn’t believe what she was saying. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

  “It’s mostly just weed and shit.” She dropped her pen on the desk in a frustrated gesture. “Come on, Sebastian, don’t look at me like that. People on vacation want to have a good time. The crowds I bring in are looking to let go and just have fun. Marijuana is legal for recreational use in two states, it’s only a matter of time till it’s legal everywhere else. Don’t be so straight-laced.”

  “Is that all your selling?”

  “I’m. Not. Selling. It.”

  “What if he asks the wrong person, huh?”

  “Seriously…these guys know what they’re doing. They make a living off it, long before I even arrived. This isn’t the States. This is an island where the government makes money off tourism. They get caught, they pay them off. Nothing is tied back to me. End of story.”

  “I don’t want you to do it anymore,” I demanded.

  She cocked her head to the side. “Excuse me?”

  “I’m serious, Ysa, it ends.”

  She folded her arms over her chest. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember asking you for permission to run MY business. I know what I’m doing and I don’t need your input.”

  I placed my hands on the edge of her desk, hovering over her and she didn’t cower down. Not that I expected her to.

  “Is that all you sell?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Don’t play dumb, Ysa. Is that all you sell?”

  She rolled her eyes. “No. Sometimes they buy blow and molly…very rarely, though.”

  “And you think that’s okay?”

  “I don’t think anything. It’s not my business to care about what other people want to do on their vacation. I supply a good time.” She pointed to herself. “That’s my job. I’m not backing down from this, Sebastian. There are a lot of things I’ll give you and meet you halfway on, but this is not one of them. I’m a businesswoman, and if there’s a demand, then I supply. Trust me…I’m not the only bar or even restaurant on this island, or any other island for that matter, doing the same thing.”

  I backed away and left, slamming the door behind me.

  For the first time since I met her…

  She reminded me of The Madam.

  It was late by the time I made my way upstairs. I was exhausted from looking at numbers and getting everything ready for the chaos of the tourist season. I tried not to think about the shit show that awaited me when I walked in. The place was quiet other than the dim lighting that came from the TV in our bedroom. There was a plate of food on the dining table with a paper towel placed over it. I picked at the plantains and some of the vegetables and then threw the rest out. I didn’t have much of an appetite. I hated fighting with Sebastian and I knew that was the cause of not wanting to eat.

  I contemplated what he would say to me when I walked into the bedroom, and part of me wanted to sleep on the couch or in the guest bedroom just to avoid it. I figured that would only be adding fuel to the already lit fire and piss him off more.

  I understood where he was coming from, however, that’s how I had done things since the beginning. He couldn’t come into my life, expecting me to change everything about how I ran things. That’s not fair. I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong, it was a stupid argument and I should have just kept my mouth shut. I definitely didn’t expect him to react like he had; I mean, he had done molly with me. People are allowed to make their own choices in life and I’m not responsible for that. He was blowing it way out of proportion.

  I rubbed at my temples from the migraine that was lurking. I took a deep breath and made my way into the bedroom. He was lying with his arm behind his head, watching TV; the sheet was low on his waist and his toned core was showing with his muscular arms on display. I wondered if he had done that on purpose and tried to hide my smile.

  “Care to share what you’re thinking, Ysa?”

  I frowned. “Not thinking anything, just admiring the view,” I teased to no avail. “Oh, come on, Sebastian, this is such a stupid argument. Why don’t you trust me? I know what I’m doing.”

  He lowered the volume on the TV and sat up. “This has nothing to do with not trusting you.”

  “Then what is it?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

  I could sense that this was much deeper than what I originally thought.

  “It’s not the drugs, Ysa. It’s your demeanor about it.”

  “I’m not following.”

  He sighed. “I understand that you know what you’re doing. Trust me…I know more than anyone that you are capable of doing anything you set your mind to. What I don’t like is your blatant disregard for doing something dangerous or something that could possibly get you into trouble. You don’t fear anything and that’s what scares me.”

  My eyes widened and my mouth dropped. I didn’t expect him to say that to me. I had no idea how to even respond to that.

  “You’re one hell of a woman and sometimes I worry that you don’t know right from wrong.”

  “Jesus, Sebastian,” I gasped and reacted. “You want to talk about right from wrong? Right is not cheating on your fucking wife, right is not fucking me and going home to her, right is not stringing me along, right is not having me as your whore, right is not breaking my fucking heart and making me crawl to pick up the pieces.”

  I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. He didn’t move, his face remained neutral with no emotion at all and I started to wonder if he had heard what I so viciously spewed. I didn’t know where it came from, it just came out.

  “You’re right,” he murmured. “Everything that I did was wrong and I take full responsibility for that. I’ve told you time and time again that I fucked up. I hate what I did to you. I hate what I did to us. I have to live with that for the rest of my life.”

  I bowed my head. “I’m sorry, I have no idea where that came from.”

  How did we go from one thing to another?

  He scooted forward and grabbed my chin to make me look at him. “I think the closer we get, Ysa, the more things are going to come to light. I’m not upset with what you shared. I’m actually kinda grateful that you’re opening up to me, even if it’s at my expense.”

  “I don’t know what to say to you…I can’t argue the fact that part of what you’re saying is right. I have done some really shitty things. I know that. I can’t sit here and dwell on them any more than I already have. I’ve moved forward with what I know, from what I’ve been taught or from what I’ve seen. I adapt, Sebastian, that’s what makes me a survivor.”

  His eyes bared more emotion than I had ever witnessed before. I didn’t understand how women loved talking about their feelings. I hated being weak.

  “You’re not alone anymore. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always take care of you.” He paused. “What? Tell me? I can see it in your eyes, they nev

er lie to me. Say what you’re thinking. Please…” he urged.

  I swallowed the saliva that pooled in my mouth. “I want so desperately to believe you…you have no idea how much I want to believe every word. My heart believes you. It always has. But my mind…it’s trying.” I shrugged. “I’m sorry, I wish I could give you more than that. I wish I could give you everything.” I placed my hand on his heart. “This. It’s yours…and…”

  “I understand,” he interrupted me. “Ysa, I know you think that you have a family in VIP, and I know you see The Madam as a mother,” he said through gritted teeth. “You have no idea how much it physically pains me for you to associate that demon with anything more than filth and scum. She’s a parasite, a waste of space. I will never let her in our lives. Please tell me you know that.”

  I nodded. “I do.”

  “I would kill her before she ever got her hands on you again.”

  “I know.”

  “I’m your future now and you’re safe with me. I promise you that. I won’t ever hurt you again. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

  “I know.”

  And I did.

  Two months went by and it had been almost seven months since I found her on the island. Christmas was right around the corner and we planned to spend it in Colorado. It took a few weeks for all the paperwork and permits to get approved for my charter business. Ysabelle helped immensely since she already knew what needed to be done. She also had a great marketing idea to have the clients bring in their catches of the day and her cook would prepare them, free of charge. She said she would make money with the alcohol they purchased and so far it worked like a charm. I was taking families, bachelor parties, guy trips, and couples out daily. $500.00 for four hours and if they wanted the entire day it was $1,000. I provided alcohol, snacks, gas, the fishing gear, and bait. I was booked solid for days at a time and couldn’t have been happier.

  I was living the dream.

  “Hello,” I said, answering my phone.

  “Hey, Sebby,” Julia greeted. “How are things?”

  “They’re better. We’re still working out some stuff, but it seems to be getting easier. My business is thriving and everything else looks like it’s falling into place.”

  “That’s great. I’m happy to hear that. I’m actually calling to talk to you about Christmas. Are you guys doing anything?”

  “Yeah, I’m taking Ysabelle to Colorado.”

  “Awesome. Listen…I hate to be doing this to you, but Christian has been acting out in school. I mean, I guess I’ve seen a little bit of a change in him and I just thought it was normal boy stuff. I just left a conference with his teacher; she says he’s been talking back and not listening.”

  “That doesn’t sound like Christian at all.”

  “I know. I think everything finally clicked for him; the divorce, you moving, me dating…it’s a lot for a kid.”

  “I agree.”

  “So...I was thinking…I know you wanted to take Ysabelle away, but maybe you guys could take Christian. I know he misses you terribly and I’m sure you do, too. Ysabelle hasn’t really been around him and I think it would probably do them some good to get to know each other. He might see her as the enemy right now. He’s been giving Anthony a hard time, too. I’ve tried to talk to him about it, but he blows me off. I think he’s embarrassed, you know…I’m the mom. You could probably get more out of him.”

  “I think so, too. I would love to spend Christmas with him and I’m sure Ysabelle won’t mind.”

  “Great! I’ll tell Christian then. Shoot me an email letting me know dates and times. I’ll take care of everything else.”

  “Julia, I got it handled. I’ll buy his ticket tonight and let you know.”

  “Okay, sounds good! I can’t wait to tell him; he’s going to be so excited. Talk you soon, bye.”

  Ysabelle was cooking dinner when I walked in.

  “It smells amazing,” I groaned into her ear.

  She giggled. “You smell like fish.”

  “I thought you loved my manly smell.”

  She turned and put her hands on my chest. “I do, but not when I’m all clean. You need to go shower; dinner is almost ready.”

  I kissed her and smacked her ass before making my way into the bathroom. Dinner was set and she was pouring wine into our glasses when I once again came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her tiny waist and pulling her into me. I loved how petite she felt in my arms. I could pick her up and throw her around where I wanted her, which I completely intended to do.

  “I missed you today.” I kissed the side of her neck, laying soft kisses like I knew she loved.

  “You just saw me this morning.”

  “I know. It’s been too long. I think you should come with me on the boat and be my first mate.”

  “I know nothing about offshore fishing. I’d be lying on the bow all day reading.”

  “Yes…but then I could see you in your bikini and it would make me very happy.”

  She shook her head laughing, trying to get away.

  “Where do you think you’re going, Ysa?”

  “I’m hungry!”

  “So am I, you should feed me.”

  “After dinner.”

  I picked her up and she squealed as I carried her over to the couch. I pushed her body forward and she immediately stood on the tips of her toes, falling over the back of the sofa with her ass in the air. I slowly removed her panties and kicked them aside, pausing for a few seconds to admire her perfect, round ass. I spread her cheeks to find her welcoming pink heat. My fingers stirred, wanting nothing more than to touch her most sacred place. I slapped her ass cheek instead and she yelped. I did it until it was red, bright, and warm. She alternated her footing to try and relieve the ache that I created. I then softly and lovingly caressed the rosy imprints while her breathing leveled.

  “I’ve bent you over the couch and spread you open. Why do you think that is?” I probed, never letting up on rousing her.

  “To tease me?” she taunted.

  “No…try again.”

  “To spank me?”

  “Getting warmer.”

  “To love me?” She grinned, looking back at me.

  I raised an eyebrow. “Where?”

  She bit the side of her lip.

  “Where, Ysa? Tell me where I’m going to touch you, lick you, and then fuck you?

  Her eyes dilated.

  “No words? Nothing to say? Let me see if I can fix that.”

  I pulled out her bottom lip and replaced it with my index and middle finger, gliding them on her tongue to gather spit.

  “Here? Do you think it’s here?”

  I saw it in her eyes, the little vixen wanted to bite me so I shoved my fingers down her throat, making her gag. I swiped the saliva and quickly positioned my wet fingers on her clit.

  Her eyes widened.

  “What should I do now, huh? Still nothing to say? What if I moved my fingers like this?” I slid them forward and backward. “No? Okay…what about this?” I slid them side-to-side and then in a circular motion and her mouth parted, breathless.

  “That feel good?”

  Her hips started rocking and that answered my question. I removed my fingers, skimming them to her opening, pressing just the tips in.

  “What about here?” I tormented, making her whimper. “Should I fuck you here?”

  She sucked in her bottom lip, knowing what I was leading to.

  “If you don’t answer then I’m just going to do what I want.” I walked my soaking fingers up to her anus and pushed in slightly.

  “Because I want it here. This is where I want my cock to go…do you want my dick in your perfect, tight little ass hole?”

  She made her booty bounce and I spanked her. Hard.

  She didn’t make a sound.

  This was a game I loved to play and he knew it. I think it turned him on as much as it frustrated him. I was a little shit at heart. I didn’t want to tell him what to do

, where’s the fun in that? He could do what he wanted with me, I trusted him. Nothing is better than a forced orgasm. Plus, it turned me on to have him take me and throw me around like I was a ragdoll, and I knew that he would if I gave him just enough incentive to keep going. He loved my ass; it was his favorite asset, no pun intended. When he placed me over the couch, I immediately knew where he wanted to stick his cock and I eagerly awaited it.

  Anal sex is a tricky thing…there needs be a lot of foreplay and preparation for it. It’s not something you can take on command; you have to wine and dine it first, and that meant I would get more attention. What girl doesn’t want that? When he plunged the tips of his fingers in my anus and told me what he wanted to do, I bounced my booty to both provoke and piss him off.

  He spanked me, hard, and I bit my tongue from screaming out, so he did it again and again until I finally screamed mercy.

  Bastard.

  “I win,” he mocked, so I swayed my ass back and forth to relieve the burn and taunt him.

  “Are you going to be a good girl, now?” he coaxed.

  “I’m not a good girl, Sebastian,” I goaded.

  “You’re right about that one.” I watched as he got down on his knees to spread me open, still looking up at me. “But you’re my girl,” he added with possessiveness before he dove his tongue right into my ass hole.

  My body simultaneously fell forward, making my ass stand at attention and allowing him to lick and devour my private area. I knew most women wouldn’t be caught dead in that position, with their significant others tongue up their ass, but I’m not most women and it felt fucking amazing. His fingers started to torment my clit while the other ones finger fucked me from behind, never letting up the delicious friction his tongue was giving. Within minutes, I was close to falling apart and he sensed it, his movements slowed.

  Damn him.

  Sebastian had his own game he loved to play, always three steps ahead of me. He wanted me to beg for it. He wouldn’t give me what I wanted until he had me say the words.