I hadn’t stopped thinking about Ysabelle for the two weeks that followed.

Even though I knew so little about her, I could tell she was a force to be reckoned with. I found myself fantasizing about seeing her again; in my dreams it would go further and I would kiss and caress her. I would touch her soft tan skin, and kiss every inch of her body; I would always wake up before it would lead any further than fondling. I couldn’t stop my unconscious mind from where it wandered.

To say that I didn’t feel like a piece of shit to wake up with a hard on for another woman would be a lie. I talked myself out of calling the number on the business card daily. There were times that I would pick up the phone start dialing the number and abruptly hit the end button on my cell phone.

I didn’t know what the fuck to do. I know what I wanted to do, although I couldn’t allow it to happen. I know I sound like a selfish fuck, but being with her did something to me. I knew she wasn’t Olivia, I also didn’t care. She looked like her and that was enough for me.

“Mr. Vanwell.” My secretary said through the intercom in my office.

“Yes.”

“Your son is on the line, would you like me to put him through?”

“Yes, thank you,” I said, clicking over.

“Hey buddy.”

“Dad! Guess what?”

“What?”

“Mommy said we could get a puppy. My teacher’s dog just had puppies and she said we could take one.”

“Oh really?”

“Christian!” I heard Julia yell in the background through the phone. “Are you talking to your dad? Let me see that.”

“Hey, Sebby,” she said in her sweetest voice.

“We’re getting a dog?”

She nervously laughed, “He told you that, huh?”

“Mmm hmm…”

“See, what happened was, his teacher said she was going to take the last puppy to the pound because she had sold all of the others. You know what they do to dogs at the pound if they don’t sell them. They kill them and I just couldn’t let that happen. Christian has been asking for one and I think he’s old enough to accept the responsibility. Plus, it would protect us when you work late; it’s a Lab/Golden Retriever mix. And-”

“Babygirl.”

“Are you mad at me?” she asked with trepidation.

“No, I just wish you would have discussed it with me before you said yes.”

“I know, I just got excited and then Christian got excited. I couldn’t say no. I was going to tell you later, I was just going to be naked at the time. Christian kind of ruined that plan though.”

“I see.”

“Don’t be mad. I think this will be good for our family. I mean we do kind of need an animal and neither of us like cats.”

“I understand.”

“You’re upset, I’m sorry. I can’t go back on it now. Christian would be so upset.”

“It’s not a problem. I think a dog is a great idea.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Why are you surprised?”

“I don’t know. You’ve just been very amazing lately. Overly amazing.”

“And that’s a problem?”

“No, I love it.”

“So when do we get this mutt?”

“Oh…that. He’s kind of…already…here.”

“I can’t wait to meet him.”

“Can you stop by the grocery store and get some puppy food, I sort of forgot to do that on the way home.”

“Of course, I will be home in a few hours.”

“Great. I love you to pieces,” she praised.

“You better!”

I hung up the phone and promised myself that I would stop thinking of Ysabelle. I loved my family and I wouldn’t do anything to ruin how lucky I was. Too bad fate had other ideas.

 

 

I hadn’t seen Devon in months. He had been pestering me to come by the bar and spend some time with him. He knocked up his girlfriend, which further proved my theories that she was a bitch and a money whore. Needless to say, we didn’t get to see each other very often.

Devon fell head over heels in love with her and now they were having a little person. I was happy for him, it just didn’t make me like her any more.

She still didn’t care for me, and Devon didn’t give a shit and told her that often. He always seemed to make room for me in his life in one way or another. I went by the bar on a Tuesday evening and had a few too many cocktails.

“Kid, I’m cutting you off after this one,” he said and I laughed, everything he said made me laugh. I was definitely the girl who got the giggles when she was drunk.

“I think you should have cut me off like two ago, two before, two less. Wait, what?”

“Oh man, you’re definitely taking a cab home. You’re losing your edge, Kid, you used to be able to handle your liquor.”

“Hey…mister,” I said, pointing my finger at him. “I haven’t ate much today and if you haven’t noticed I’m a tiny person.”

“Oh…I’ve noticed,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes, “And…this is why your baby’s momma hates me. She’s a stupid bitch, you could do so much better.”

“Don’t talk about Christine like that and look at you.” He waved his hand up and down. “Any woman would hate you. It doesn’t matter though, because I love you.” I rolled my eyes and for some reason that made me lose my balance and I almost fell off my chair, then someone caught me.

“Damn heels!” I scowled. “Thank you..,” I exclaimed, looking up at the familiar blue eyes and blonde hair, it sobered me right the fuck up.

“Nice catch… Sebastian, right?”

“You remember?” he seemed surprised.

I cocked my head to the side, “Don’t let it go to your head. I’m good with names,” he smiled.

Damn there’s that smile.

“Are you all right?” he questioned.

“Yeah…you seem to always be catching me. Do you have some sort of radar?” He laughed at my question.

“Something like that,” he suggested.

“Well my shoes thank you. They would have been scuffed if it hadn’t been for your timing. Would you let me buy you a drink?” He nodded and sat on the barstool next to me. I looked back at Devon who had a stupid smug face.

“What’s your poison?” I asked, looking back at Sebastian.

“Whisky, straight.” I looked back at Devon and held up two fingers. He left shaking his head at me.

“You know him?” Sebastian questioned.

“Old friend. I actually used to work here many moons ago.”

“I see,” he nodded.

“What brings you out on this fine Tuesday evening?”

“I was meeting a friend for a drink and you caught my eye as I was walking out.”

“Interesting…then it wasn’t my graceful fall off the stool that brought you over?”

“That helped. It gave me a reason to come over.”

This man was intriguing to say the least, he avoided looking at me and that didn’t happen often.

Devon came back over and handed us our drinks, winking at me before leaving. I knew what he was thinking, forever the eternal romantic. You’d think he was fucking cupid. 

“What brings you out? Isn’t it a little late for you?” Sebastian asked, making me gaze back to the side of his face.

“I’m a big girl, Sebastian,” I said teasingly. He chuckled and it made him even more handsome with his bright blue, penetrating eyes. You could tell everything from his eyes. His structured cheekbones and jaw line accented his thin lips. Men are my life and this one was a keeper.

“Doesn’t your husband worry about you?” I raised my left hand and moved my fingers. He smiled, “Boyfriend?”

“Do I give off the needy vibe?” I said, raising my eyebrow. He laughed again. I could tell that he was nervous which was typical.

“What do you do?” I asked.

“I’m a yacht broker, I’m actually a partner of the company.”

“Oh, is that why you were onLorenzo’s yacht? He’s your friend?”

“He’s a client that invited me for the evening.”

“I figured as much, you don’t seem like the type of man thatLorenzo would associate with, no offense.”

“None taken.”

I sipped on my drink some more and noticed that his was entirely gone.

“Would you care for another?” I asked.

“I better not. What do you do?” he stammered, I could sense that he had been hesitating and waiting to ask me that since he sat down.

“It depends,” I said, putting my hand on his knee. His eyes peered right at mine and I saw pain.

“God…you look just like her,” he whispered.

“Who?” I asked, staring right at him. He sighed and abruptly stood.

“I have to go. It was nice seeing you again, Ysabelle. Take care.”

He grabbed a fifty out of his wallet placed it on the bar and left.

I had made several impressions on men throughout the years, I had never encountered someone quite like Sebastian.

 

 

I had been staring at the VIP card on my desk for at least an hour.

She was nothing like Olivia except for her appearance. She had a rough exterior and it made it all the more inviting for me to want to break down those walls. Sitting with her at the bar was puzzling and captivating.

The second she put her hand on my knee, I was done for. For the last few days I thought about her. She was intoxicating to me. It wasn’t even her appearance that I wanted to be around anymore, it was her. I enjoyed her company. Her smile and laughs were addicting, and her feistiness was appealing. It didn’t help that she was fucking gorgeous and looked like the woman that would always own a piece of my being.

I continually reached for my phone, then I would stop myself, and then the whole process would repeat itself. I kept contemplating what would happen if I just called, I mean, there’s no harm in picking up a phone and talking to someone right?

I didn’t even know who I would be talking to. I had a good feeling that this number might not be hers.Lorenzo said she belonged to Madam, what does that even mean? And Ysabelle wasn’t keen on providing me any information.

I Googled VIP into my computer, one website came up on the browser. I clicked on it. It was a discrete website that looked very much like the business card. Except it described the words “beautiful women” and “companionship”, nothing elaborate other than the same number and address. It instructed to ask for Madam.

I picked up the phone and dialed the number. It was as if I was having an out of body experience. I could see everything I was doing, and I couldn’t control any of it. I was a crazed man that was possessed in my need to see Ysabelle again.

The phone rang four times before I heard a voice on the other end.

“Madam’s Residence,” he stated.

“Good afternoon, is Madam available?”

“Who may I ask is calling?”

“Sebastian, Sebastian Vanwell. She doesn’t know –”

“Please hold,” he said, cutting me off. I waited on the other end for what felt like an eternity. My palms were sweating and my heart was pumping out of my chest. I was about to hang up when I heard my name.

“Mr. Vanwell, so nice of you to finally call, darling,” she proclaimed.

“Oh…wait – I think you have me confused with someone else. You don’t know me,” I explained.

“Oh no? You’re not Sebastian Vanwell,Lorenzo’s friend? I apologize if I have mistaken you for someone else,” she apologized and I nervously laughed.

“I do knowLorenzo. I don’t think I would call him my friend. I didn’t know he would speak of me to you. I’m caught a little off guard by that.”

“Mr. Vanwell, there is nothing to worry about. My business tailors to clientele through referrals. All clients know this, and they also know not to refer unless they know the person can keep the upmost anonymity.Lorenzo just let me know that he gave you a business card.”

“Right. Listen…I don’t even know why I’m calling. I’m sorry I wasted your time,” I said as I was about to hang up.

“Sebastian…may I call you Sebastian?” she asked.

“Umm…yes.”

“Great. Sebastian, I can sense your nervousness over the phone. You’re not doing anything wrong, darling. Just relax. We’re two consenting adults talking. Now let me begin by telling you how excited I am that you called. I heard you were quite taken by my Ysabelle. She is a beautiful thing isn’t she?”

“Yes,” I whispered as she chuckled.

“Ysabelle is my prized possession, Sebastian, she is very special to me. Do you understand that?”

“I do. Can I speak freely?”

“Of course.”

“I’m not quite sure what you mean. She belongs to you? I don’t understand.”

“Oh yes…I have gotten a bit ahead of myself, haven’t I? Please excuse my carelessness. Ysabelle works for me, Sebastian. She’s my girl, she’s an escort.” My mouth dropped open. I didn’t know what to say. I had just called a whorehouse. Ysabelle was a prostitute.

“Are you there?”

“I’m sorry to have wasted your time. I had no idea. I’m a happily married man. I just thought…I – I don’t know what I thought,” I stuttered.

“It’s all right, darling. I keep my business discrete for several reasons. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Sebastian, you haven’t done anything wrong. Ysabelle provides several different forms of companionship. This isn’t what you think it is. My girls are not prostitutes, they are prized jewels and not just any man can be with them.”

“With all due respect, I am fully aware of what an escort entails, Madam.”

“Really? Well then, Sebastian, why don’t you put your money where your mouth is? You’re obviously taken with my Ysabelle, or else you wouldn’t be calling a month and a half later. You could have Ysabelle for an evening and you could do with her as you please. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“There would be no need for sex?” I hesitated.

“Sex is not a need, it’s a want. Unless you want it, then no; you can talk, and just enjoy one another’s company. There is no harm in that, now is there?

“How much?” I couldn’t believe I had just said that. I felt sick to my stomach.

“My girls aren’t rented by the hour, Sebastian. Since I can feel your hesitation I will allow it this time. How about $5,000 for two hours?”

“$2,500 an hour to talk to someone?” I blurted.

“I never said my girls were cheap, Sebastian. My girls are ladies and expect to be treated as so.”

“Whatever. When can I see her?”

“Well…that’s up to you. How fast can you come in to see me?”

“I don’t follow.”

“I know you’re not planning on being intimate with Ysabelle, however, there is still a process that needs to take place before you can have her.”

“Which is?”

“You would need to come in and have a physical, and be tested for any discrepancies. Also, I would need your social and fingerprints to run a background check. I also need to keep a card on file. I protect what’s mine, Sebastian, I’m sure you can understand that,” she proclaimed.

“I understand. I can come in tomorrow afternoon, let’s say around noon.”

“Perfect, it won’t take long for the results. If everything clears you could see her this Friday. Her appointment for that night canceled. His loss is your gain. I can tell her once everything comes back, and put you on the schedule. Now where would you like to arrange to meet her?”

“I’m not quite sure. I’m married and I don’t think my wife would appreciate what the hell I’m even doing; this will be a one-time thing, I just need to see her this once and I will be done. I won’t need more time with her.”

“Of course,” I could feel her smiling on the other end as if she could predict that it wouldn’t be. “Well, may I suggest a hotel room? There’s privacy and the discretion that you need.”

I didn’t want to meet at a hotel, but I didn’t have much of a choice.

“Have her meet me at The W at 6 p.m., I will confirm the room number as soon as it’s booked,” I replied, trying not to sound uncertain.

“Have a great evening, goodbye.” I heard the dial tone and hung up. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. This was it. I just needed to see her. After that I would forget about her forever.

 

 

They say that everything happens for a reason. I’ll never forget the phone call that changed my life. It all started with that damn phone call. I should have known better. I should have passed. I should have done a lot of things other than meet with him.

I didn’t.

I answered the phone.

I accepted the date.

And I changed the course of my life.

I met with Sebastian Vanwell.

 

 

I was a nervous wreck for the rest of the week; my results had come back clean, as I knew they would. I didn’t know if I should have been thankful that she had an opening so soon. I should have given myself more time, maybe even some time to talk myself out of it.

I knew in my heart that it didn’t matter, I was destined to meet Ysabelle. We were meant to cross paths. For whatever fucked up reason she came into my life, I couldn’t let her go. As much as I repeated to myself that I would only see her that one time, I knew in the back of my mind that it wouldn’t be the last. I couldn’t admit that to myself, because if I did I wouldn’t be able to look in the mirror.

So I lied to myself and continued my week as if it were just any other. I drove myself to the hotel that Friday evening, parked my car, and rode the elevator up to the fourth floor.

I took off my jacket, loosened my tie some, and served myself a Scotch. After my second drink, there was a knock at the door. I knew the moment I opened the door that everything I believed in would change. That didn’t stop me from doing so. I walked to the door and opened it with welcome arms.

 

 

He opened the door and I was once again greeted with the same gaze that I had not allowed myself to think about.

“Good evening, Sebastian,” I said as I stood on the tips of my toes to kiss him on the cheek. He wasn’t as caught off guard with it as he had been the last time. I felt his arms go around me and he pulled me into a tight hug, with his face buried in my neck.

Now I was the one who was caught off guard. I could feel myself stiffen in his embrace. He hugged me like he knew me, like he hadn’t seen me in years. I had never been embraced like that and I began to feel uncomfortable. I didn’t do emotions; I didn’t know how to handle them. I couldn’t deny that I felt grounded being in his arms. I felt cherished. His strong arms felt comforting and safe. I found myself closing my eyes and breathing him in.

Fuck…what am I doing?

I eased myself away from him and he looked me right in the eyes. His eyes were moist, like he was stopping himself from crying.

“Are you all right?” I asked softly.

“Yes, I’m more than all right. I’m so happy to see you again. Please, come in.” He gestured toward an open living room. I walked in and set my purse on the counter.

“Would you like a drink?” 

“Sure,” I replied.

“What would you like?”

“What are you having?”

“Scotch.”

“Straight?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll have the same.” My answer intrigued him, I could see it in his face. He poured our drinks and handed me mine. I took my second sip and he was already pouring himself another glass.

“Are you nervous?” I taunted.

He looked up from his drink, “Why would you say that?”

I smirked, “Because, you’re drinking like a fish and you look sort of flushed.” His demeanor changed from the man who opened the door. Something was up; I quickly glanced at his left hand. I didn’t get the opportunity to do it at the bar.

“Are you married?” I asked. He quickly took another sip of his drink.

“No, now why would you ask that?”

I smiled, “Hmmm…well that one’s easy, there’s a tan line where your wedding ring should be.” Interesting…he was married. Now talk about a game changer and here I was thinking this man was different. Damn me for letting my guard down for even a second. I swear the married ones were always so clueless, I mean, I could sense the apprehension from a mile away. The shame in his eyes was undeniable and the way he kept drinking just told me he was trying to calm his nerves.

I smiled again, I felt bad for him but that didn’t take away the want to fuck with him a little bit. I was a little shit like that.

“It’s all right, Sebastian,” he looked back up at me and caught me smirking again, “The real question you should be asking yourself, is if you took your wedding ring off for me, or if you took it off for yourself; because I don’t care whether you’re married, single, divorced, or widowed…”

I walked closer to him, close enough to start playing with his tie, “Does it make it a little easier for you with the ring off? Does it make it not so real?”

I stopped playing with tie and we stared into each other’s eyes. I had stared into the eyes of lots of men throughout the years. Most of the time they were the same; always lust, want, need, or desire. His were different. They were sad. It was like looking at me was causing him pain, and even though it was painful, he couldn’t turn away.

The air between us started to feel thick and I could sense the tension. I didn’t want the night to proceed like that so I decided to lighten the mood with some teasing.

“You know Sebby-”

“Don’t call me that,” he asserted with caution. I cocked my left eyebrow in intrigue.

“Hmmm…okay…what would you like me to call you?”

“Sebastian,” he demanded.

“Interesting. Okay…I’ll play. You know, Sebastian, I actually prefer the married ones,” I declared.

“Why is that?” he questioned, confused.

“Because, you’re all looking for the same thing, you want a change, want to spice it up, maybe it’s a fantasy that you want to perform that you can’t do with your wife, or you’re just over the routine of being with the same woman.

“Sometimes you want to sow some wild oats that you didn’t get to do, because you were either married young, or you just weren’t that kind of guy. There really isn’t anything to be ashamed of, we’re human beings, and like animals, we’re not born to be monogamous.”

He smiled and it felt as though he was more relaxed, not sure if it was the conversation or the whisky. I would have guessed both.

“You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Am I right? Wait let me guess, you’re a little bit of all of the above,” I said with a shit-eating grin.

“Wait…hold on a second…if I remember correctly, you called me something else that night on the yacht and you told me I look like someone. What was it? Oh! I remember now, you called me Olivia.” He immediately flinched, it was fast but I saw it.

“Huh…Sebastian, you’re keeping secrets. What kind of relationship are we going to have based on secrecy?” I questioned. “This Olivia, is she your long lost love? Do I remind you of her? Is that why you’re here? Wait, is that why I’m here…am I supposed to play a part? Madam didn’t tell me.”

“I don’t want to talk about that, Ysabelle.”

“Did I hit a nerve?” I questioned as he finished his drink.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me. You know, Sebastian, this is actually perfect for me. I’m quite the little actress. We can make love, hell I can even spank you and tie you up, or I can play the shy little virgin,” I mocked.

“Hmmm…I’m betting you want to fuck?” I observed. His eyebrows rose like he did not expect me to be this blunt. He set down his glass and walked over to me. His demeanor changed, he wanted to intimidate me. He had no idea who he was fucking with.

“So let me guess, this is where you tell me that you don’t kiss on the lips?” he alleged.

I chuckled, “No…I love to kiss on the mouth, Sebastian, especially if my come is on your lips.”

The look on his face was priceless.

“Am I being too forward, coming on too strong, Sebastian?” He cocked his head to the side and put his hands on my shoulders.

“It’s okay, Ysabelle,” he cautioned.

“Excuse me?”

“This rough exterior you have going on. It’s sexy as hell, you don’t need to put on a performance for me though. I don’t need you be to be anything other than yourself. I just want to talk to you. I didn’t pay for sex and I’m sure Madam explained that to you. I am married. I just wanted to see you. It’s that simple.”

This man was a walking contradiction. One second I was thinking he is like every other cheating husband and then he throws me a curveball like that.

“What am I doing here, Sebastian?” I asked softly. His left hand caressed the side of my cheek and I instantly wanted to lean toward it, not because I was supposed to, because I wanted to. What the fuck was he doing to me?

“I just want to talk to you, Ysa.”

“Ysa? You have a nickname for me now?”

“It just came out. I could call you Ysabelle if you’d like?”

“No. It’s okay, you can call me whatever you’d like.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he genuinely smiled at me. The gesture made me walk away from his embrace. It was too much.

“So, Sebastian…do you usually pay $5,000 to talk to woman?” I stated. And he chuckled.

“No, not usually. I’m a nice guy though, my mom tells me so.” I giggled at his corny joke.

“You know, you’re awfully feisty for being so tiny.”

“I’ve been called worse. So what are we doing? If we’re not fucking, I’m assuming foreplay is out too? I’m still sort of confused on the itinerary here.”

“It is a bit confusing, huh? It’s the same for me. I don’t know what the guidelines are here either. I’ve never done this before. To be completely honest, Ysabelle, I can’t say that I’m not taken back by the fact that you’re in this business.” I raised my eyebrows.

“No…I mean to each their own. It’s just that you’re…I mean…it’s…” he stuttered, “Fuck…I’m sorry. I don’t mean to offend you.”

“No worries, you’re not the first man to tell me that and you won’t be the last,” I declared.

“Let’s start over,” he suggested.

“Sure.”

“Great, since neither of us know what to do here. How about we play ten questions? It’s a way to get to know one another,” he proposed with a grin.

“Ten is a little high, don’t you think? How about five?”

“All right” he said, laughing.

“Just to make things a little less PG-13, how about, if we decide not to answer the question then we have to take a drink. I mean unless you have a curfew. I wouldn’t want to break up a happy home.”

“We’re good,” he remarked.

“Fabulous, ladies first. Why am I really here?” I asked.

“Not going to make it easy on me, huh. I don’t even know if I can answer that, other than that you look like someone who was very important to me.”

“Where is she?”

“You got to ask your question, it’s my turn. How long have you been doing this?”

“Doing what exactly?”

“Selling yourself,” I laughed so hard my head fell back.

“Really? Selling myself? Oh, come on. I think we both know, Sebastian, that I don’t do anything I don’t want to. I don’t sell anything. It’s a service for service arrangement. I get just as much as I give. To answer your question, I have been selling myself since I was…fuck…I don’t know fourteen, fifteen maybe. I’m a generational whore,” I confessed with a smile.

“You were a child. Where were your parents?”

“You got to ask your question, it’s my turn,” I repeated.

“Where is this Olivia? I take it she is not your wife or you wouldn’t be here.” His gaze left mine and he took a sip of his drink.

“Touché,” I stated.

“Where were your parents?”

“Well…let’s see. You want honesty right? I mean, I can give you the made up version or the truth.”

“When you’re with me I always want the truth, Ysa.”

There was something about the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes that made me want to believe him. 

“I never met my father and my mother was...let’s just say I grew up alone. Not everyone comes from a cookie cutter family, Sebastian. It’s all good, I love what I do, don’t mistake that.”

I didn’t think either of us knew what we were getting ourselves into when we decided to play this game. Why I had just shared my past with a complete stranger was beyond me.

Maybe I was at a point in my life where I just needed to tell someone. This man was paying for my company and he wanted honesty. I guess I did it for him; at least that’s what I told myself.

“Why’d you take your wedding ring off?” I asked as he paused and he sighed deeply.

“I took it off to make myself more comfortable. As much as I keep telling myself I’m not doing anything wrong, I still feel like I am. I thought taking it off would make it easier on me.”

“You’re allowed to speak to women, Sebastian, I don’t know why you would want to pay to talk to one, but whatever tickles your fancy.”

He grinned, “How old are you?”

“I just turned twenty-four, you?”

“Thirty-two. Is it hard?”

“Oh…it’s always hard,” I giggled.

“Cute. I mean is it hard doing what you do?”

“Eh. It depends if they want me to spit or swallow.” His eyes opened wide.

“Kidding…well sort of. It’s not hard. It actually never was. I’m not lying when I say I enjoy what I do. I get to meet all sorts of different people, travel, dine at the best restaurants, and I make a fuck load of money. I’ve done well for myself, especially for a girl like me.” He reached out and took my hand in his own. I didn’t understand why he felt the need to comfort me, but for some reason I let him.

“Any kids?”

He hesitated, “One, a boy, Christian; he’s five.”

“Wow…a husband and a father. What are you going to tell your wife when you get home?”

“That I was meeting with clients.”

“You said that awfully fast, have you been rehearsing it?” He shook his head, I smiled and looked at my watch.

“One last question,” he contemplated. “Have you ever been in love?” His pupils dilated and I took a sip of my drink. 

The night ended with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek, although, I hadn’t seen the last of Sebastian Vanwell.

This was only the beginning.