Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“We don’t really talk about stuff like that. I know she’s confused and hurting… I just assume it’s from Madam being in the hospital and almost losing her; then her offering me VIP. I know Brooke wants it; she’s been there forever. She knows what she’s doing, too. I’m helping where I can, but she knows her shit.”
“Yeah,” was all I could say.
“She’s sad though. I can tell. The crazy thing about Brooke and I, Devon, is that we don’t know much about each other. I shared with her a little bit of my past, and she shut down on me. We went to Vegas instead.”
“What did you do there?” I asked, thinking about the mansion she took me to for New Year’s Eve.
“Watched her get fucked up and babysat.”
I nodded, not being able to hear anymore.
“Anyways… thanks for listening. I don’t know what I would do without you,” she acknowledged, reaching for my hand.
“Good thing you never have to find out.”
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“Yeah… how many VIPs does he need?” I asked Madam on the phone.
“He said six, but he’s also requested you as well,” she replied in a neutral tone.
“I haven’t really been playing, Madam, running things takes a lot more time than I would have premeditated.”
“I understand, darling, however, Marc has been with VIP for a long time. He’s important, and so is his business. I don’t want to let him down.”
I understood her subtle, yet persuasive order. “Then I won’t let him down.”
I could sense her smiling on the other end. “I knew you wouldn’t. I told him he could have my condo for the night. There will be about twenty of them. They love to watch…”
“Then I will make sure that they get a hell of a show.”
“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me. Have a great time, Brooke baby.”
“Always.” I hung up, looking out Madam’s office window, which overlooked all the front grounds.
I thought about everything; Devon, Sebastian, and Ysabelle, my parents, Madam, and VIP. It was a juggling act in my mind; each thought scrambled the other and moved about quickly, as I tried to maneuver one at a time without dropping any of them.
One thought barely ended, before the other began. If Sebastian and Ysabelle couldn’t make it work, then what was left for the rest of us… they were devoted to each other; almost annoyingly so. I loved visiting and watching them together, it sometimes gave me hope in moments of despair. Especially since I thought I never needed any to begin with.
They were beautiful together, and I would be lying, if I didn’t say that I was shocked that she was back at The Cathouse. Ysabelle didn’t belong there, she never did. She wasn’t like me. No one was. That’s why it hurt so much when Madam offered her VIP. I felt like I took a knife to the heart. The same heart Devon had stolen, and had yet given back.
I did the only thing I knew to be true. I poured myself into VIP, running it with Ysabelle by my side, for the last week or so. She didn’t know as much as me, but Madam never trained her… again, I didn’t understand. Although I didn’t question it, Madam did things her own way, and it wouldn’t matter if I had. I marched in line, exactly how I always did.
One day turned into two, two days turned into one week, which then turned into weeks. I hadn’t spoken or seen Devon in two weeks, but it may have been closer to three. Everything blended together. As much as I tried not to think about him, I subconsciously looked at my phone every night and every morning… waiting for the text messages that never came.
I did the only thing that came natural. I drenched myself into VIP. At the end of the day, it’s all I had.
It’s who I was.
The night of the orgy fiesta was here. I got dressed in a sequined, lacy red bra and matching panty set. The garter belt was snapped perfectly into place, and my heels were sky high. I looked at myself in the mirror; the VIP staring back at me was stunning and picture-perfect; she was flawless. The illusion so eloquently portrayed. I leaned forward and did a line of cocaine, which was already spread out ready to be inhaled.
I rubbed my fingers over my nose and sniffed in the powder that would take away my pain.
Numb me.
Make me complete.
I never thought that I would lose more than just myself that night.
I would lose my whole world, and the only man I believed meant it when he said…
I love you.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
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I had spent the last few weeks obsessing over Brooke. I checked my phone every night, and every morning, resisted the uncontrollable urge to text her. I found myself typing in the words, and then deleting them before I could click send. I drowned myself in work and Ethan. Christine tried to talk to me about it, but I blew her off every time.