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554 pages, Paperback
First published December 3, 2013
This isn’t a love story, but a story about love.
The sensation of knowing that this person owns all of you, every last inch of your heart, mind and soul. The person that stops time, everyday life, and responsibilities, the person that causes you to live in the now.
We’d spend our couple of days together, he would go home to his family, and I would go home to my men.
"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."
"I wanted the fairy tale and the happy ending. I wanted to be rescued. It was a downfall of emotions when I finally admitted it to myself. I just didn't know what I was going to do about it."
Don’t you dare feel bad for me. I’m not writing this for you to shed tears. My story goes a whole lot deeper than this, and I defiantly don’t want your pity. I adapted. I embraced whatever the fuck came or would come. That’s what I do.Ysa got out of her hell all on her own using the only thing she had. She’s strong and she moved past all the bad thats happened to her. After working hard for years as a bartender in Miami, she gets a huge break. The Madame comes to see her and offers her a very high profile job. She becomes a VIP. A VIP is a very important pussy. Sometimes an escort, sometimes a companion, sometimes… well, you get the drift. Only the richest of men can afford their time and they live a life of luxury.
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.
I’ll never be the one he lays next to every night…
I’ll never be the one that he makes love to time after time…
I’ll never be the one he plans a future with…
I’ll never be the one he grows old with…
I’ll never be the one he comes home to…
And I’ll never be the one that he says ‘I love you’ to… I’m the whore, the escort, the mistress, the prostitute, it doesn’t matter what way you say it…I’m the other fucking woman.
I’ll always be second place.
I wanted the fairy tale and the happy ending. I wanted to be rescued. It was a downfall of emotions when I finally admitted it to myself. I just didn't know what I was going to do about it.
I gave my first hand job when I was thirteen, sucked my first dick when I was fourteen, got finger fucked when I was fifteen, and had sex when I was sixteen. - Ysabella
I knew then and there that this one time was never going to be enough for me. - Sebastian
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. -Sebatian
We'd spend our couple of days together, he would go home to his family, and I would go home to my men. - Ysabella
This is not your typical love story.
"They loved what they thought I was, and I was what they want me to be. I was the fantasy. I was the dream. I was an illusion.