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Three months later and she showed up exactly as planned. It couldn’t have been easier. I met Eric at the end of Collins Street and handed him his ounce. He was bright eyed and chipper.
I had gotten her where I wanted her. Now it was a waiting game.
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I made it a point to stay away, I had come that far and I wasn’t going to let anything fuck it up. For the next two years, I molded Brooke to train the girls; she became like my right hand woman. She assisted me with whatever I needed at the drop of a dime, and I honestly don’t think she would have had it any other way. A lot of the girls were getting older and it was time for them to retire; I brought in new, fresh faces. I learned that it was much easier to start them young; they were easier to mold and train. Not only that, they were eager.
My clients appreciated the young blood.
I can’t say that I didn’t appreciate it too. There is something about surrounding yourself with women that are younger than you; it’s as if it keeps you young. I have never felt old and I personally believe that I look better now than I did before. On my 46th birthday, I decided that I needed a change, so I gave myself a makeover. For the first time in my life, I cut my hair; I had always had long blonde luscious locks and I had it all cut off. It was styled in a short pixie cut and dyed platinum blonde; I also changed my wardrobe. I started wearing tight suits with corset tops, and I possibly went and had some Botox. I had always taken care of myself; it came with being The Madam.
I looked fucking amazing.
“Well, well, well, look at you…” Mika boasted as he came into my office. He sat down and folded his arms.
You want to know the real cruelty of the world…Men get better looking as they get older. While women are constantly trying to make themselves not look old, men fucking embrace it. Mika looked better now than he did when I first met him. He got rid of the long hair a few years prior but he styled it in a shaggy mess that always hung around his eyes. I couldn’t see a gray hair on his head because it was that blonde. His physique was still toned and defined and the barely-there-wrinkles around his eyes made him look distinguished. He still drove a motorcycle and dressed like a bad boy; it still made my panties wet every time I was near him.
“What’s with the makeover?” he addressed, pointing at me.
“You don’t approve?” I smiled.
“Angel, you know that you’re fucking gorgeous. I am enjoying the new hair and the outfit makes me want to see what’s under it. It makes you look like you’re trying to fit the part.”
“Darling, I don’t fit the part, the part fits me. I just wanted something fresh and so I made it happen,” I reminded.
He put his index finger up to his lips. “Come sit on Mika’s lap, I want to show you something.”
I laughed, “I have somewhere I have to be. You’ll have to show me another time.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Where are you going?”
“None of your business.”
“Do you think that is going to work with me, Angel? We both know I can keep you here,” he proclaimed setting his elbows on my desk.
“Fine. I am going to a meeting and when the meeting is done, I plan to sit on his face. Better?” I badgered. “I can do what I want, any time, any place, anywhere.”
His demeanor instantly changed and he was no longer the charismatic Mika that walked into my office. He was sad. There are times, few and far between, that I have witnessed Mika be anything other than demanding.
“I love you,” he declared out of nowhere. It was the first time he had ever uttered those words to me. I tried to hide the yearning in my heart, but that didn’t stop it from beating its way out of my chest.
“I love you, Madam, every last part of you.”
We stared at each other and as much as I wanted to say it back, I couldn’t.
I had seen too much, I had experienced too much.
My heart had grown hard and black.
I wasn’t the same woman I had been years ago; too much had happened, to me, to us. Nothing would have changed if I had said it back that day…he wouldn’t have left his wife, and he would have known that he had me. I couldn’t show him any more weakness than I already had. Mika consumed me.
He knew it. But I didn’t have to prove it.
“What about your wife? What about your kid? You know me, Mika, I don’t play mommy to anyone but you,” I teased. I knew what I was doing; I was about to catch a big fish.
He stood up and came closer to me. “You know I can’t leave her, Angel. We don’t have a relationship, but until my dad dies, I have to stay married to her.”
“So where does that leave us?”
“I don’t care how we do it, as long as I can be with you. I was so stupid before. I tried pretending that these feelings didn’t exist. But they do. And I see them clearly now. We can have a life together. Just you and me.”
“And your wife and your kid,” I reminded him.
“As long as she has the big house and the fancy cars, and my child is taken care of, it doesn’t matter. She knows about you, always has. I need you, Angel. And I know you need me too. We are made for each other.”
He was getting deep with his professions. It felt like not so long ago I had wanted to hear him say these things. I practically begged to hear them. But instead, he shattered me. And then again, when he told me about knocking someone up and marrying her.
He had always come back to me, and I always welcomed him back. I loved hearing him tell me how he felt, but it didn’t change anything. I was in the midst of all of my dreams falling at my feet. I wouldn’t trade it for anyone, Mika included. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t entertaining the idea.
“Mika, I thought you said we weren’t built for this.”
“I didn’t think we were. But the older I get, the more things make sense. And you and I make sense. We always have. From that very first night when I tied you up and watched as the VIP devoured you. From the first time I shared you with someone. Remember that, Angel? Remember how well we work together, in and out of the bedroom? We belong together. Tell me you feel the same way,” he begged. I had never heard him beg before, and I’ve got to say, the sound of it made me wet.
I touched his face with the tips of my fingers. “Oh, Mika, I don’t know what to say.”
“Tell me you love me too.”
I didn’t hesitate. “I do.” It was the closest I could get to saying it. I knew I would never be able to turn back once those words left my lips. It was a hard fight, but I won and kept those three sacred words inside.
“Tell me you want to be with me. Tell me you want me to bend you over my knee right now.”
“You can bend me over your knee another day, I have an appointment that I am eager to attend. You should go home to your wife maybe she will play with you.” My tone immediately changed as soon as my hand dropped and I backed away.
I wanted to see his face. I wanted to see how he felt when the tables were turned.
His eyes grew wide with shock. “Angel,” he said in his dominant tone. “Don’t do this.”
He stepped toward me, caging me in between his hard body and my desk.
“Don’t be so clingy.” I had wanted to say that to him for fourteen years. And damn did it feel good.
I watched his eyes grow cold and fill with anger. “You’re a day late and a dollar short. What we have is amazing the way it is, why fix something that’s not broken.”
He grabbed my neck pushing me back against the wall. “You don’t mean it. I know you, Angel, and you don’t mean one fucking word you’re saying. Stop. For one second just live in the moment and say what we both need to hear,” he urged, tightening his hold to prove his power over me.
“I have always lived in the moment with you. That’s the fucking problem.”
“Please…”
And that’s when it all shattered, every last bit of me. "I love you, but I'm not going to play house. Take us as
we are or nothing at all. I’m not that woman, Mika. I will never be that woman, and fuck you for trying to make me become her." he placed his forehead on mine and moved his hand to the side of my face.
“I have an appointment,” I reminded. “I’ll see you later.” I stepped beside him and he let me.
I walked away from the unknown possibilities that day. I couldn’t live my life for someone else. I knew he was being sincere with everything he was expressing to me; I had known it for years, but at the end of the day, he still went home to her. In a way, I already was the other woman, though it was on my terms, not his. I didn’t do ultimatums and in my dreams, he was always with me; but in reality, he was with her. I didn’t leave him that day, but I also didn’t stay. You can’t lose something that was never yours to begin with; I wasn’t foolish enough to believe otherwise.
I’m just not made like that.
Chapter 33
It was August 2007, and it had been two years since Ysabelle had come to Miami. I kept my eye on her the entire time, just waiting to make my next move; the time had finally come to make her mine. I got all the VIPs together to go to the bar she worked at. As soon as we walked in, I saw her pretty little face watch our every move; she wanted it. I reserved the entire private room in the back of the bar. I had been around this lifestyle my entire life and the look on her face was recognizable, she was mesmerized. Her eyes absorbed every last bit of us, I owned her body, mind, and soul before she ever knew my name.
This was the day that changed her life; it’s the day she met her Madam.
I knew she had a break coming up and I went to the bathroom, purposely leaving it open. I knew my Bella Rosa like the back of my hand; you don’t become The Madam without knowing every detail of everyone you surround yourself with. I took out my vile of cocaine and poured some on the side of the bathroom sink. I was in the middle of doing my second line when she walked in.
“Shit, I’m sorry the door wasn’t locked.”
She turned to leave, but I quickly grabbed her by the arm and turned her around, wanting the door to shut behind her. I stared intently into her green eyes and placed my left arm beside her head, then I proceeded to do the same with her other arm after locking the door; I caged her in. I turned my face to the nook in her neck and inhaled. Her body tensed up and I knew that she had never experienced anything of what I was doing to her; she didn’t know what to feel or what to think. Although, this pretty baby did try to remain calm. “You smell almost edible. If I lick you, will you melt in my mouth?” I asked with a sultry tone.
She didn’t say one word. She stood deathly still while I smelled the side of her neck. She halted her breathing when I started to lay light, soft kisses from her neck to her collarbone. Very subtly and slowly, I took out my tongue and glided it down to her cleavage. She started to slightly hyperventilate. It caused her chest to noticeably heave. I still lightly kissed and licked her cleavage. I took my left hand and started to twirl the hair that hung on the side of her face. I twirled it around and around in my finger several times, until I finally placed it behind her ear.
Using my first two fingers on the same hand, I glided them down from the side of her face to her collarbone. With those fingers, I proceeded to lightly trace the cleavage at the top of her shirt; with both hands, I pushed her breasts up and began to kiss them firmer. I could tell she wanted to laugh and I knew it was from nerves, or maybe even arousal. This was new and foreign to her; I knew that instantly. She could tell my demeanor changed, we were that in tune. I stopped and looked straight into her eyes.
“Are you nervous, beautiful girl? Hmmm…? I think maybe you are also slightly aroused.” She knew I could read her mind, and I’m sure it made her curious.
“Do you want to tell me your name?”
She tried to catch her breath. “Ysabelle,” she managed to say in a voice that sounded slightly erotic, yet terrified.
I took my face out of her cleavage and looked right into her eyes. “Beautiful name for a very beautiful girl. Ysabelle, how old are you?”
“Twenty-three,” she replied.
I smirked and looked her up and down from head to toe. Ysabelle was also a liar; that pleased me.
“Ysabelle, do I look like a stupid woman to you? Now, I don’t want to start this relationship based on lies. So, let’s try this again, how old are you?”
She was caught off guard. I would bet no one had ever doubted her age, I told you she looked older than what I had originally thought.
“Eighteen.”
I smiled and my eyes lit up. She couldn’t lie to me; that pleased me more. I knew I was crossing the line but I had to have a taste, I needed to test the merchandise before I bought it. I moved closer and lightly started kissing on her lips, almost goading her to see a reaction.
“What are you doing?” she asked with the same nervous voice from before.
“Whatever I want, Ysabelle. Would you like to be able to do whatever you want? Would you like to know how it feels to be in control of anything and everything around you? Because, I can guarantee you that. I can make that happen for you.” I opened my mouth and used my tongue to trace her lips, again enticing her more, trying to read her reaction to the power I had over her.
She couldn’t stop me…and better yet, she didn’t want to. She responded by opening her mouth. I took that as an invitation, and slid my tongue inside. She moaned slightly. It wasn’t the initial reaction I thought she would have, but the second she felt my tongue in her mouth it was a natural instinct for her to moan. I loved every fucking second of making her see that she was made for this. I caught her off guard again as I backed away from her completely, turned, looked into the mirror, and reapplied my lipstick.
“I was right, you do melt in my mouth,” I proudly admitted.
She stood there stunned, not just because she was just assaulted by a woman, but also by the fact that she didn’t want me to stop. She wanted me to keep going. She wanted to see how far she would have allowed me to take it. Or maybe she wanted to see how far she would have allowed me to seduce her. She knew that’s what I was doing. I was seducing her to be with me, and she had never felt someone have that power over her. From the moment I caged her in, she wanted me, not because she was aroused, because she wanted the power.
I didn’t have to be in her mind to know this…I know because I lived it.
I have told you from the beginning VIPs aren’t made, they’re born.
She immediately wanted to know how to have the same power I had just apprehended from her. She wanted to know what I meant by her being in control of everything around her. She hesitantly walked over to the mirror. She could see her own reflection as well as mine looking back at her.
“What did you mean by me being able to have control?” she asked.
I smiled for everything that I already knew she was capable of. “My, my, a small little kitten one minute and a tiger the next. I think we are going to form a beautiful relationship, my Bella Rosa. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? We could both gain something miraculous from our relationship together.”
She was still giving me some quizzical look through the mirror, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, a mutually beneficial relationship, one where you and I both gain something. I could be like a mother to you. Do you need a mother, Ysabelle?” I asked.
I was treading a thin line, I knew it would have pissed her off to remind her of her mother, but I wanted to see all of her emotions. See, emotions make you weak and she needed to learn how to control hers, and I was going to teach her; but first I needed to learn them.
“Listen, lady, I don’t need a mother. I have one of those and I haven’t seen or heard from her in two years. I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for a very long time. So can you cut the shit and theatrics now, and just tell me what the fuck you meant.” And then, I fucking smiled at her, a big, huge, shit-eating grin smile.
“You’re absolutely perfect, Ysabelle. You’re
everything that I look for in my girls. You’re the epitome of innocence, seductress, and feisty. All you would need is some guidance, and you would make me so proud,” I said with so much enthusiasm, I was visualizing everything I had in mind for her. “You would have men crawling at your feet, just begging you for some attention. I can see it now. You would be my favorite girl.”
She had no fucking clue what I was talking about. I could tell I was getting on her nerves and that she wanted to get back to work.
“Okay, lady, you’re obviously wasting my time and I need to get back to work. Thanks for feeling me up in the bathroom. I hope you had a great time! I can now add first bisexual encounter to my resume of fucked-upped-experiences.” She turned to get the hell out of there. My mood and demeanor instantly changed, she needed to know now that she should never piss me off. I grabbed her by the hair so fast, and with enough force, to jerk her head backwards.
“Don’t bite the hand that will fucking feed you, Ysabelle. That’s the first rule that you need to learn, you also need some goddamn manners.” I jerked her head back some more, causing her to whimper. “Are you done being a little bitch, or do I need to re-evaluate our relationship?” She nodded her head. I was vicious, ruthless, and didn’t give a fuck that I may have hurt her. Bella Rosa needed to know where to march in line and to never move out of place. I let her go with a genuine, motherly smile.
“All right then, let’s try this again.” I made my personality instantly change back to being prim and proper, like I wasn’t just about rip her hair from her head. I could be whatever you wanted or needed me to be, and she would learn how to do that as well. I reached into my purse, pulled out a black VIP business card, and handed it to her. She looked at the front of it and then flipped it over.
“Be there tomorrow at three,” I demanded.
“I have to work tomorrow.” I looked at her and cocked an eyebrow.
“I’ll see you at three, Ysabelle, have a good night.” I kissed both her cheeks and left the bathroom. She didn’t leave the bathroom for several minutes and I knew she was just looking at the card and wondering what the hell had just happened. I knew one thing for sure; she would be there tomorrow at three.