Tempting BAD: VIP Spin Off (32 page)

She smiled bright and high. “I’ll race you to your car.”

And just like that we began our road trip.

“If you keep playing this music, I’m going to hurt you,” she threatened. “My ears are bleeding, Devon, I cannot listen to this shit anymore.”

“I thought girls loved country music?”

“Are we from Alabama?
Oh my God, how many times can you talk about your dead dog, your tractor, or your beer? Please… three pound… five ounce… baby Jesus, let me change this music.”

“Fine.”

“Oh, thank you!”

She grabbed her phone and connected her Bluetooth. Summertime Sadness, by Lana Del Ray, played through the speakers.

“You like house music?”

“Like? I love house music.”

“So does Ysabelle.”

“Who do you think taught her?”

I nodded. “Ah.”

“So… what’s up with you and Ysabelle?”

I looked over at her. “What?” I asked confused.

She shrugged. “I mean… she’s never talked about you and you don’t really talk about her, but you guys have known each other for over a decade. I don’t get it.”

“There’s nothing to get. I met her when she was a baby. She was sixteen years old and drinking; acting like she was grown. I took her under my wing, I guess. She reminded me of one of my sisters. I love her.”

She grinned. “Do I remind you of one of your sisters?”

“No. Not even close.”

“I love her, too. She has that allure about her. I remember the first time I ate her out; she was a scared little kitten.”

I looked over at her again, shocked. “You’re lying.”

She shook her head. “Why would I lie about that? I was her first.” She beamed.

“So… you were together often?”

“At the beginning, yes. Madam had me train most of the girls. But over the last few years that she was with VIP, rarely. We became like sisters and Madam knew it, so… we didn’t have to play that often.”

“I see. How often are you with women?”

Her gaze went from my eyes to my dick, which was standing straight at attention. “Do you want to know? Or does my best friend, The Incredible Cock?”

My head fell back, laughing. “Seriously?”

“What? It suits him, Hulk would be proud… but to answer your question, I’m with women often.”

“So you’re bi-sexual?”

“Hmmm…” She placed her finger on her lips, thinking. “I wouldn’t say bi-sexual, I would say tri-sexual. I’ll try anything once, and if I like, I’ll do it again.”

“So you like women?”

“I love women. Being with a woman is very different than being with a man. They’re soft and tender, and kiss different, too.” She rubbed her fingers over her lips. “I love to have a woman sit on my face and see her tits bounce up above me. To have her ride my tongue and mouth, and I have no choice in the matter because she’s taking what she wants. Her pleasure. It’s pretty fucking awesome,” she marveled at the thought and I readjusted my dick in my pants.

“You ever had a threesome?”

I cleared my throat. “Plenty.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Do you enjoy them?”

“Of course.”

“Ever share a woman with another man?”

I nodded.

“And?”

“Not my cup of tea. I don’t really like to share.”

“And two girls is different?”

“Much.”

“Why is that?”

“Women are naturally sexy and watching them go at it and suck my dick at the same time is… as you so gracefully just said… Pretty. Fucking. Awesome.”

“Huh, I’ll make sure to remember that,” she said with a wink.

We drove around for the next few hours, laughing our asses off about nothing in particular. When she reached over and grabbed my hand, placing it in her lap, I fell in love with her a little more. Brooke was subtle about her tactics, but when they happened it meant that much more to me.

She told me about her sisters and how they were all married and had kids; she had three nieces and two nephews that she adored. She spoiled them rotten and she knew it, saying her sisters always gave her shit about it. We talked about her growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth; she went to preschool in a limo, went on a trip around the world before she was five and didn’t remember a thing.

Her parents owned their own plane and she had traveled everywhere before she turned fourteen. They took fifty thousand dollar vacations like it was nothing and normal. We didn’t talk about her father and his affair, or how she became a VIP. But I knew I was right… Brooke wasn’t with VIP for the money or the glamour. It was different for her and I hadn’t quite put my finger on it yet…

I told her about my bar and how it fell into my lap. She listened to every word I said, taking in everything that I was sharing. We ate at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant and rented a hotel room that had the smallest shower known to man.

The sheets were rough and Brooke was scared that they had crabs, but I carried her over to the bed and made love to her anyway. After that she didn’t care. We made love into the wee hours of the morning and slept on top of the sheets, because once the orgasm frenzy was over, she was terrified that bugs were going to crawl up her lady bits and make a home.

Her words, not mine.

We used each other as blankets and woke up the next morning and made love again before we left. I had no nightmares; just solid sleep.

I never imagined in a million years that I could feel the way I did.

Nothing could have prepared me for what was ahead.

In more ways than one.

We drove around aimlessly again and ended up somewhere in Naples.

“I’m hungry.”

“For someone who is so tiny, you sure do eat a lot.”

I slapped his arm.

“Fine. We will stop at the next place I see.”

“I want breakfast food, like chocolate pancakes with a lot of syrup and a buttercream doughnut.”

“Wow.”

“What?” I frowned.

“I mean a few weeks ago you were making me carry you into lakes to eat anything, but a salad. Now you’re asking for pancakes and doughnuts.”

“You make me be a bad girl.”

He smirked. “Pancakes and doughnuts coming right up.”

It was almost eleven thirty by the time we walked into an I-Hop. I could smell the calories. The hostess grabbed two menus and we followed her back to the corner booth.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw them. They were sitting side-by-side, her hands in his lap; looking lovingly and adoringly at each other.

Devon looked in the direction of my stare. “What? What’s going on?”

He heard his voice and looked up.

“Brooke,” he spoke.

“Dad,” I answered.

Devon looked back and forth between us...the realization finally hit him. He figured out that the woman sitting beside my father wasn’t my mother.

“Let’s go.” He grabbed my hand, but I couldn’t move. My dad stood and walked toward me and that’s when I stepped back.

The woman stood up next to him. “Brooke, I’m Charlotte,” she spoke as if it were nothing.

It took me right back to that night.

The night I lost my innocence.

The night I lost my life.

The night I lost myself, and everything I believed in.

“Brooke, let’s go outside. Okay? I don’t want to make a scene in the restaurant.”

I chuckled. “That’s what matters to you? Whether I make a scene or not? You’re fucking kidding, right?”

“Watch your mouth. You will not speak to me that way. I’m your father and you will respect me.”

“Like you respect my mother?” I snidely responded.

“Bambi, come on…” Devon tugged on my hand.

I turned to look at him. “Mind your own goddamn business, Devon.” I faced my father; not waiting to see the hurt that I knew would be evident on Devon’s face.

“Listen to your boyfriend and let’s go outside,” Dad stated.

“He’s not my boyfriend. I’ve never had one of those. Want to know why? I’ll give you one guess.”

“I understand that this is a very hard situation for you, Brooke, please give your father a chance to explain,” Charlotte interjected.

“I’m sorry did I say I wanted the opinion of my father’s whore? No, I don’t think I did.”

“That’s enough,” Dad argued, roughly grabbing me by my arm and pulling me away from Devon and toward the outside. Once we were out the doors, I crudely pulled myself out of his grasp.

“Don’t touch me. I don’t want your hands on me after they’ve been on her.”

“Brooklyn,” he warned.

“What? What can you possibly say that’s going to make this okay? Huh? What the fuck can you tell me that I don’t already know,” I shouted and I could feel Devon’s heat on my back.

“Your mother—”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m fully fucking aware that Mommy knows all about your indiscretions. I know that she thinks it’s okay; I know that you’ve been with Charlotte for years! I know that I have siblings that I have never met, and I know that you spread your seed all over this goddamn city.” I cocked my head to the side. “Did I miss anything?”

“Listen to me, young lady, I am still your father. If you think I’m going to stand here and justify myself to you, you’re dead wrong. I have been an amazing father to you and your sisters. You cannot discredit me for that. What I do in my marriage is between your mother and I. It has nothing to do with you, not one thing. It’s our business. You’re my daughter and my role to you is to be your father, which I have always done. Do you understand me?”

I scuffed. “Oh yeah, Dad, you want to know what I do for a living?”

His eyes widened and that’s when I realized that he knew. He knew it all.

“I fuck men and women, Daddy. I get paid, to spread my legs, by the same elite escort service you so happily pay thousands for. How’s that? Do you want me to tell you more? Do you want me to tell you how much I love it? How about I tell you about Jaxon?” I laughed. “You remember Jaxon, right? Your friend; your business partner… I fell for his lies, just like my mother did for yours. I got myself pregnant, thinking that everything he said to me was true… that he was going to leave his wife for me.” I shook my head in disgust, remembering how weak and pathetic I was.

I looked over at Charlotte
,
who was standing behind my father. “Is that what he told you? Hmmm… that he would leave his wife and family for you? Did you get pregnant on purpose, just like I did?” When she didn’t answer my eyes went back to my dad.

“Of course not… because you’ve stayed with her… taking care of her. See… Jaxon didn’t do that! He made me get an abortion.” I narrowed my eyes. “I killed your first grandchild, Daddy, and it was your business partner and friend who made the appointment.”

He jerked back and placed his hand over his heart.

“Hurts… don’t it? Leaves a nice fucking sting, right?”

“Baby—”

“NO! You do not get to feel sorry for me! You do not get to feel anything, but shame! It’s your fault! It’s all your fucking fault!”

I stepped toward him; ready to hit him. But Devon wrapped his arms around my torso, holding me back. “No. Calm down. Not like this,” he argued.

“Fuck you! Who the hell do you think you are?” I yelled, trying to break free.

“Honey, let’s go. We need to go before the cops are called, everyone is looking at us.”