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)
I laughed.
She giggled. “I’m hoping it wont be that hard to make things right… for all of us,” she added.
“Wow,” I replied taken back.
“What?”
“Look at you… who’s the fortune cookie now?”
She loudly laughed. “Shut up.”
“Bye, Kid.”
“Bye, doll.”
I hung up.
I hadn’t spoken to Brooke since that morning at my house. I didn’t expect to talk to her. We had both come full circle. As much as it killed me that we couldn’t find our way back to each other… we may have healed one another in other ways.
I just prayed that wherever she was, she was happy, and that she was thinking of me.
Because I sure as hell…
Was thinking of her.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
<>B<>
I heard her heels walking up the steps of the stairs.
Perfect.
Precise.
I looked out the window from the other side of the desk. All she could see was the back of the leather chair. She opened the double doors, and I sat, waiting.
“Bella Rosa, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment. I’ve dreamt about it since I looked into your bright, vibrant green eyes. You’re finally where you belong… home,” she praised.
I smiled, big, bright, and high as I gradually turned the chair around. As soon as she saw me the air from her body began to bleed from her lungs, right onto my office hardwood floors. I was sitting with my legs crossed, and my arms folded over my chest, fully facing her.
“Hello, Lilith.” I grinned with devious eyes, and cocked my head to the side. “Like what you see?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Brooke, where’s Ysabelle?”
I waved my manicured finger in the air, exactly how she had done to me millions of times. “Now, that’s Madam to you, darling.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” she argued.
I begrudgingly shook my head. “Angry is really not a good look for you. You’re getting old, Lilith, wrinkles… you know… they don’t forgive,” I mocked in a condescending tone.
“Ysabelle is where she is supposed to be, as am I. Although, I don’t really like the term Madam, it’s so… old, kind of like you. I may retire it. I happen to like my name, Brooke; besides I don’t need to feel like a queen, I’m already one. That’s the difference between you and me. I don’t need people kissing my ass and fearing me. Oh my… VIP is in for a change, darling.”
“If you so think—”
“I don’t think,” I interrupted, shaking my head, and looking at my watch, glancing back up at her. “I don’t have time for this, and I honestly don’t care to explain myself to you. You fucked with the wrong VIP, and if you want some answers, there’s a letter on my desk for you. It’s more consideration than I would have given you, but Ysa is a good soul.”
I stood up and rounded my desk, stopping right behind her. “You have twenty minutes to get the fuck off my property or you’ll be escorted out. Have a nice life.” I kissed the air twice and left.
As I was leaving the driveway of The Cathouse, I saw a street bike pulling up. I watched as he took off his helmet, and shook out his hair.
Mika.
Well… at least she would have someone.
<>D<>
“How does that make you feel?” my therapist asked, looking up at me from her notebook.
“Like shit,” I honestly replied, making her laugh.
“Nice choice of words there, Devon, great to know that you’ve been coming to see me for the last four months, and your manifestation of feelings have developed so amazingly.”
I smiled. “I’m feeling better than I was a few weeks ago. The sleeping pills work… for the most part. I know I have to forgive myself, and I struggle with that every day; though it’s getting easier.” I arched an eyebrow. “Better?”
“Much. Now tell me about the dreams? Any changes?”
“They’re not as intense, and I’m able to wake up faster than normal. They don’t drag on, and my eyes open rather than screaming myself awake.”
She nodded. “They will get easier, as more time goes by. How do you feel when you leave here?”
I sighed. “Relieved.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know… Like I told you before, I’ve done this counseling thing several times. For the first time, I feel a sense of calm. I’m able to share with you, what I wasn’t able to share with them.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“I wasn’t ready,” I simply stated. “I hadn’t hit my rock bottom. Using my best friend Ysabelle to forget with sex, and having her do the same with me. Then Brooke knowing, finding out about it. I didn’t want to hurt her anymore, especially after what I did to her in the bathroom. It was just… I hated myself for all of it. I still kinda do, which is what led me here. I hit my rock bottom,” I repeated.