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)
The baby, my baby.
“If you ever hurt her… emotionally or physically, I will kill you,” I stated to John, whose face read of a man that believed me wholeheartedly.
“I love her. I would never do anything to hurt her.”
I nodded, believing him.
“She’s not as strong as she seems, John. You need to take care of her.”
“I know, man, I know. She’s told me about her childhood.”
“Her childhood?” I questioned, taken aback.
“Yeah… she told me about your dad and what happened.”
“What did she tell you?”
She remembered?
“John, honey,” my Mom interrupted. “Your bride is looking for you. She’s in the backroom.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Hill.”
She smiled. “Honey, I’ve told you, you call me Mom.”
“Right… Mom.” She hugged him and he excused himself.
She turned to me. “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
“Mom, has Liv ever said anything to you about Dad?”
“Dad? What do you mean?” she asked, concerned.
“Just about what she remembers.”
“No, baby, let’s not talk about this today, okay? Please… it’s your sister’s wedding. It’s a happy day; let’s not have him ruin it.”
I nodded. “Yeah… you’re right.”
She grabbed my face. “Are you okay?”
I smiled, calming her. “Of course.”
“You did good today. Devon, you make me so proud to call you my son, baby, you always have. I can’t express to you how much I love you and how much I appreciate everything that you do, everything you’ve always done. God sent me an angel when I had you.” She kissed my cheek and walked away.
And I wished more than anything that she could have taken my fears with her.
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I watched her for months without her knowing. I learned her mannerisms, her demeanor, what she looked for, and what she wanted. I learned about her clients, both men and women. I studied everything and anything that I could find. She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. I was mesmerized the second I saw her face for the first time. I knew in that moment that she was my future.
I knew that she was my happiness.
I knew that she carried the lifestyle that I craved, and I knew that I wanted the life that was promised on a black business card with three simple letters.
VIP.
The women she surrounded herself with were gorgeous and perfect. They were flawless to a T. They exuded a confidence that you only read about in magazines or saw in printed ads that were photoshopped to give the allure of perfection.
VIP was real.
I wasn’t lost, I didn’t need to be saved or rescued. I wanted to control everything around me, I wanted the power to not hurt or cry or even feel a fucking thing other than what I felt when I was in Landon’s arms.
Safe.
Secured.
Loved.
I didn’t care if it was for a day or for a night, a weekend, or a month. I wanted the feeling that sex gave me, the reassurance that came with every moan, every orgasm, and every thrust. It was the thirst for the feeling of being the only girl in the world.
The promises of life.
It was a new world that I wanted to jump on board, and celebrate.
It was a new beginning, where I experienced the beauty of the sunrise and the sunset.
The new day.
The new me.
Past. Present. Brooke.
I had researched everything I could about The Madam; I stored the knowledge like it was the goddamn SATs. There was very little information, but everything I found was another piece of the puzzle, another clue to the maze, another solution to the problem that I knew would be fixed as soon as I signed on the dotted line.
Sex was the only time I ever felt whole and I wanted to bottle that feeling up and store it away. I wanted to live and breathe it and have it be a part of my everyday existence. I didn’t care about my family or my friends or Landon.
For the first time in my life, I wanted to do something for me. I wanted this chance to be who I truly believed I was.
I was made for a life of pleasure.
I was made for sex.
I was made to be a goddamn…
VIP.
I had only ever slept with Landon. And I knew that if I was going to become a treasured jewel, I needed to bring out the big guns. I needed to put on a show and pretend to be something I so desperately wanted.
I could taste it and feel it.
It was mine.
All I had to do was show The Madam.
And it was the performance of a lifetime. I learned about my sexuality tremendously over the last few months, soaking it up like a sponge. Learning what made me tick and what caused me to boom. It was fun.
I knocked on her mahogany wood office door. “Come in,” she announced, and I did.