Tempting BAD: VIP Spin Off (42 page)

My eyes fluttered open and the smell of Brooke assaulted my senses. I hugged her tighter, pulling her back onto my front and laying soft kisses all over her.

“Hmmm… I can’t. I’m fucked out,” she groaned in a sleepy voice.

I laughed. “No fucking, just making love.”

And we did. I made love to her in a spooning position until we both passed out again.

When I opened my eyes much later that day, I was alone. I sat up just as Brooke was walking into the room with a tray of food. She was freshly showered.

“I had to shower… I had come, spit, and God knows what else all over me,” she declared, laying the tray of food on my lap, and  sitting next to me.

“You girls were pretty insistent to have me come on your faces.”

She grinned and grabbed a strawberry, putting it in her mouth. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. Did you have fun?”

“What do you think?” I replied, cocking my head to the side.

She smiled.

“Did you have a good time?”

She smiled higher. “Of course. It was a lot of fun. My jaw kinda hurts though.”

“I can imagine… you really enjoy eating pussy.”

“It’s one of my many talents,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

I shook my head. “Does this room rent by the hour or something? They haven’t kicked us out yet.”

“They won’t.” She placed a strawberry in my mouth.

“Why is that?” I asked while chewing.

“It’s Madam’s.”

“What?”

“This place. It’s Madam’s.”

“Oh,” I replied stunned.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m surprised.”

“Why?”

“I wasn’t expecting that.”

“What were you expecting?”

“How often do you come here?” I asked, catching her off guard.

She shrugged. “Often enough.”

“So she has these mansions all over the world for clients to party and fuck in?”

She nodded. “Yeah. She’s a smart woman.”

“So… last night? It was planned.”

Her face frowned. “Why does that matter?”

“It doesn’t. I’m curious.”

“It wasn’t planned and it wasn’t not planned. I brought you here so you could see for yourself. Marina happened to be here. She’s a new VIP and I wanted to try her out. I figured… why not?”

“What if I didn’t want to?”

“Is this a test?” she countered out of nowhere. “I feel like this is a test. Is there a wrong or right answer?”

“Answer it honestly,” I responded, not taking my stare off hers.

She sighed. “I probably would have respected your wishes and then I would have fucked her in front of you.”

I nodded. “I see.”

“Are we fighting? Because I thought we had a great time last night. You seemed to like it… a lot.”

“I did.”

“Then what’s the problem?” she asked, shaking her head.

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

“What are we doing?” I protested, moving the tray of food from my lap.

She rolled her eyes. “We’re having fun, Devon, we’re enjoying each other’s company. We’re having the time of our lives. That’s what we’re doing. Life is too short not to. You only live once, why not make the most of it,” she stated frustrated and slightly annoyed that we were back to this.

“Now what?”

“What?”

“It’s a new year… what happens now?”

She lifted her shoulders. “I don’t know. I’m just going with it. I thought you were too.”

“I am.” I paused, considering what to say next. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

She smiled, her face relaxing.

“I’m going to go shower.”

She nodded, biting her cheek.

I got off the bed, putting my slacks back on.

“Devon?”

“Yeah?” I looked back over to her.

“There are clothes for you on the counter in the bathroom.”

“Okay.” I made my way across the room to the door.

“Devon?” she called out, stopping me. “I don’t want to lose you either.”

I smiled, but didn’t turn around. “Good.”

As I showered, I considered everything. It played in my mind resembling a reel of an old movie. The glimpses of the black and white images were clear as day, even though the stills were hazy. Nonetheless, they were timeless pieces that etched a way into our hearts and mind. Making it a memory that neither one of us could ever forget, even if we wanted to. They were permanent.

The last few months were a whirlwind, so much had happened in such a short time. Although, when we were together it felt as if time stood still, and the world moved around us.

Sometimes it felt like we were walking through a maze, trying to find our way out. But at the same time enjoying getting lost together.  Taking the wrong turns on purpose, just to spend more time together.  Then there were other times that felt like we were on a hamster wheel, running and running with no place to go.

We were running in one giant circle, with no end in site.

Going back to reality when you’ve lived in a fantasy was a recipe for disaster. Clear as day, with bright, bold letters that you couldn’t misinterpret or confuse. It's like boiling hot, scorching water on the stove, and moving the pot so fast that it burns your hand no matter what. That was Brooke and I.

This was her life. This is what she did. If I were going to be with her, this would be our life. I didn’t know how I felt about that. The threesomes with women were more than okay with me. However, knowing she would be with other men and women, without me being around…

Could I fucking handle that?

I already knew the answer.

It was fucking staring me in the face this whole time. Drenching me with frigid, cold water, after being burned by the boiling fervor of the stove.

And for the first time in my life, I ignored it.

Whether it was right or wrong…

It didn’t matter.

I rode the high that was Brooke. I was too far gone to see the signs or even care. 

Being crazy in love will do that to you.

The heart wants what it wants.

Everything else could go to hell. I didn’t realize until later that we existed in a limbo, in a fairy tale. Make believe... And like all good stories… ours would hit rock bottom. With the possibly, of no happily ever after.

What goes up must come down.

It’s the law of gravity.

It was Brooke and Devon

I knew he had millions of questions, and I could probably answer all of them. But I didn’t want to. It wouldn’t ease his mind or take away his concerns… it would only make them worse.

I knew one thing to be true and one thing alone.

I didn’t want to lose him.

I never considered myself a selfish person. Not really.

It took one afternoon to change everything. To alter my perception of what I believed so deeply in my heart. It was a balancing act, and up until then it remained level. The heart and the mind were equal partners. The scales would soon tip and the mind would trump the heart.

At the end of the day, it was the right thing to do…

Even though, it felt so fucking wrong.

“How was your New Years?” Ysabelle asked over the phone, a few months later.

“Great, how was yours?”

“Sebastian asked me to marry him,” she blurted.

“Wow, Kid, congratulations.”

“I didn’t say yes,” she simply stated.

“Okay… are you alright?”

“I am. We’re still together. We just bought a house.”

“Are you okay?”

There was a long pause. “I don’t know.”

“Kid…”

“I love him. I love him in ways I didn’t even know were possible. I’m not good for him. We want different things… things I don’t think I could ever truly give him.”

“Kid, he’s lucky to have you.”

“Is he?”

“I don’t—”

“Let’s talk about something else. How are you? How are things? Anything new?”

I wanted to tell her, but I couldn’t find the words. I was scared of what she would think… it was too much of a reality to share it with someone else. I wanted to keep it to myself for as long as I could. Hoping that the bubble wouldn’t burst.

“Not much… you know me. Same ole, same ole.”

She laughed. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“I hope you’re taking care of yourself.”

“I hope you’re taking care of yourself,” I repeated.

“Easier said than done.”

“You always were a trouble maker.”

She laughed. “Yeah… I got to go take care of some things, before Sebastian gets back. Talk later?”

“Of course. Love you.”

“Love you back.”

I hung up. I knew Ysabelle was probably the best person to talk to about Brooke, having gone through similar situations, but I wanted to keep it a secret.

Scared that if I said the words out loud to someone else…

Everything would go to shit.

I didn’t realize until later that everything happens for a reason.

And it was a phrase I would soon live by.

“What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?” Madam emphasized every word.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to play it cool.

She had called me that morning, saying we needed to have a meeting. I never imagined that we would be discussing this.

She cocked her head to the side and placed her elbows on her desk, hands in a prayer gesture. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Please, Brooke baby, walk me through your thought process, so I can understand how much you’ve royally fucked up.”