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Authors: M Robinson

MVP (VIP Book 3)

BOOK: MVP (VIP Book 3)
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Copyright © 2014 M. Robinson

 

Edited by Kristen Switzer

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All rights Reserved.

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author.

 

This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locations are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, and are used fictitiously. All other characters, dead or alive are a figment of my imagination and all incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s mind's eye and are not to be interpreted as real.

Dedication

 

TO ALL MY VIPs!!!

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU…I CAN’T SAY IT ENOUGH.

Acknowledgements

 

Ben: I LOVE you.

 

Dad: Thank you for always showing me what hard work is and what it can accomplish. For always telling me that I can do anything I put my mind to.

 

Mom: Thank you for ALWAYS being there for me no matter what. You are my best friend.

 

Julissa Rios: I love you and I am proud of you. Thank you for being a pain in my ass and for being my sister. I know you are always there for me when I need you.

 

Ysabelle & Gianna: Love you my babies. 

 

Kristen Switzer: Thank you for your amazing editing and formatting!

 

Rebecca Marie: THANK YOU for an AMAZING cover. I wouldn’t know what to do without you and your fabulous creativity. 

 

Heather Moss: Thank you for everything that you do!! XO

 

Michelle Tan: Best beta ever!

 

Heather Harton: You have been with me since the beginning. Thank you so much for being you. My GILF!

 

Alexis Moore: I love our crazy banter and your support!

 

Jen Dirty Girl: I love your voice! And you.

 

Tammy McGowan: Thank you for all your support and boo boo’s you find! You love to give me heart attacks. Just saying.

 

Alexis Moore: You rock!!

 

Michele Henderson McMullen: LOVE LOVE LOVE you!!

 

Theresa Harrell: Thank you for loving Sebastian and Ysa as much as I do.

 

Barbara Johnson: You ALWAYS make me laugh. Xo

 

To all the blogs A HUGE THANK YOU for all the love and support you have shown me. I have made some amazing friendships with you that I hold dear to my heart. I know that without you I would be nothing!! I cannot THANK YOU enough!!

 

To all my new author friends that I have made! That has most definitely been a privilege!  

 

Last, but most definitely not least, to my VIP GROUP. Oh my God ladies…words cannot describe how much I love and appreciate every last one of you. The friendships and relationships that I have made with you are one of the best things that have ever happened to me. I wish I could name each one of you but it would take forever, just please know that you hold a very special place in my heart. You VIPs make my day, every single day. THANK YOU!!!

 

To all the readers that have shown me an outpouring of love and support. I would be nowhere without you. You are forever my VIPs!!

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Epilogue

 

 

Be careful what you wish for…

Life can change drastically over the course of a few hours; can you imagine how much it can change over the course of a few years? I wanted to find myself, I wanted self-worth, I wanted love; I wanted it all.

Was I expecting too much?

Was it my fault?

Can someone truly have a happy ending?

I didn’t know…I didn’t know anything anymore.

My life ended and began when I met Sebastian Vanwell, and there I was, three years later; alone, confused, frustrated, and angry.

Trust and resentment, two completely different meanings on such opposite ends of the spectrum. I didn’t know which way was up anymore. I had no idea who I was or what I was doing. I was just as lost, as I was the moment I stepped out of The Cathouse.

I love him, but was love enough?

Can love truly conquer all or is that just in fairy tales?

I was so confused.

All I knew was that there I was, leaving Sebastian a Dear John letter on the kitchen table with my suitcase all packed and ready to go. I walked out of our home, the place we built together out of dreams and love with Chance by my side.

I walked out on Sebastian.

I got into the taxi that took me to the tarmac. I took a deep breath and stepped out on the street to make my way toward the steps to board the jet.

Could I do this?

Am I making the right choice?

Is this who I am?

Is this what I want?

They say what goes around comes around…did everything finally catch up with me?

I grabbed my suitcase and boarded the plane.

There I sat with my hands folded in my lap and my dog by my side.

The only thing that I knew to be true was that I was going to Miami.

I was going home.

Back to VIP.

 

 

I had only ever loved one woman. From the first day that I stared at those mesmerizing and entrancing bright green eyes, I was lured in. It was a magnetic pull that capsized me to live and breathe for her and only her. She was soul mate, the one person in this world that was made for me and only me. I wouldn’t let her go without a fight…

I lost her once.

I wouldn’t make that mistake again.

I had so many regrets in my life and she will never be one of them. It didn’t matter how we met or started out. I knew it the moment her tiny frame fell into my arms. We were meant to meet and be together, it was all for a reason; a greater purpose that I knew from the second she told me her name.

Mine.

The instant connection we shared and the gravitational pull we had toward each other was inevitable. That’s what happens when two halves of a heart come together and become one. They’re bonded for life. The errors of my ways had finally caught up with me, but how did you prove to the other half of your heart that it beats for only her and her alone?

How did I make her understand that I would die before I ever hurt her again? There was no Sebastian without Ysabelle.

She was my everything…

My girl.

I am not an honorable man and I knew that. I had paid for my mistakes tenfold. I had hurt women that I had held dearly in my heart for as long as I could remember. However, I thought I was doing the right thing. Call me a coward, call me selfish, call me a cheater, call me a bastard; I deserve it. There wasn’t anything that you can throw at me that I wasn’t already aware of. I’ve waited thirty-four years for her, this I knew. I did love her, I still love her, I’ll always love her.

Though, there I stood, holding a letter from the woman who owned my body, heart, and soul.
Fuck that.
She was much more than that. The human body needed water to survive; it could go three days without it before it started to shut down. Ysabelle was my water.

 

Sebastian,

I love you. Don’t for one second think that I don’t…I just don’t know if that’s enough anymore. As much as I want to, I can’t forget the past. My heart says or feels one thing and my mind is spinning telling me another. I’ve listened to my heart once before and I can’t go through that again…I won’t.

We want different things.

I’m sorry. Don’t hate me.

Yours always,

Ysa.

 

It was taking everything in me to not fall apart. I couldn’t do that. I needed to stay levelheaded and hold my ground to get her back. I needed to stay strong. I was not the same man I was three years ago…

I was over to the front door in six strides and what I found breaks my heart.

Fuck me.

There was a torn picture of Olivia on the floor. I ran my fingers through my hair, wanting to pull it the fuck out. This was so fucked up. How would I fix this? How would I get her to understand that I wanted her?

Just her.

I would fight for her if it were the last thing I would ever do.

And I would like to see someone stand in my way because I’d take them the fuck out.

The Madam didn’t know whom she’s fucking with.

Mine.

And now I had to prove it to her, once and for all.

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