BYRON

Taylor woke me up with a hot make out session. That girl might be young but she sure knew how to grind and fuck. She knew how to work a man.

"By?" she called out to me. Normally, I would have firmly warned her to refrain from giving me a short name because it meant attachment, but she earned that right for being such a good companion.

"Yes, Taylor."

She fiddled with the hem of her blouse. "So I happen to have two tickets to Puerto Rico and I was wondering if you would want to come with me. I mean not like I'm getting attached or anything, I just felt like you would need the distraction given everything you are going through. It's just for a week. The plane leaves tonight."

"When did you buy these tickets?"

Color creeped into her face. "Honestly, in the middle of the night. I'm sorry, I just thought you'd want to get away."

I wanted to yell at her so bad but the good side of me scolded me. This young and innocent girl has been putting effort to make me happy and forget the pain Sydney was putting me through and my ungrateful ass wasn't appreciating her. Just then my phone rang. It was my secretary.

"Talk to me." I picked up the phone raising a finger at Taylor to stay quiet.

"Good morning, Mr Knox. You have an appointment by eight a.m sharp with the parents of a minor who was accused of murder, another appointment by eleven with Mr McGuire. Also your wife has been blowing up our phone asking for you. You're also expected to be at the University by eleven-thirty to take the law students on criminal law." Martha finished with a sigh. Working for me was not easy but the pay was so she had to deal with it.

"You know what, Martha, cancel all my appointments for a week. I'd be out of town. Don't call me either unless it's a life or death situation. I don't want to be bothered. Yes?" Taylor inhaled sharply, then looked up at me with eager, expectant eyes, grinning like a little child that just won an award.

"I understand, sir." Martha stated flatly and hung up.

"You're really coming away with me?" Taylor asked in that voice reminding me that she's still so young, almost like a child.

"Yes, Taylor. You need to go home, pack a few things and meet me here in two hours tops."

"What about you? Will you go home to pack?"

"I have clothes I keep at my other house and anything else I need, I'd just purchase them in Puerto Rico." she grinned jumping on me and giving me a very tight hug.

Sydney threw a fit when she found out I was leaving the country. She promised to make my life a living hell until I signed the divorce papers which I had no plans on signing. In my five years of being married to her, I had never seen her that way. She transformed into something horrible which begged the question, had she always been that way and I was blind to it? Taylor muttered in her sleep, repositioning her head on my shoulder. I knew what I was doing was completely wrong but Sydney forced my hand. Throughout our years of being together, I never, not even once cheated on her. But this time, she had it coming.

Taylor reminded me so much of the one person I was trying so hard to forget for the past five years. Her youthful exuberance, her smile, everything. Only, Normani was more simple and humble. She always made your happiness her priority. I wondered what happened to her, where she was, if she was okay, and if she found the perfect guy I couldn't be. I hadn't allowed myself think about her so much since I left her, it could be me feeling guilty, I don't know. I let her down. I let her down big time because I was a fucking asshole who was too rotten for her.

Normani was the brightest light in my life, she was my saving grace. When we met, she was this sweet little college girl trying to figure out her purpose in this wide world called life. I laughed as i remembered how she always cringed when I called her little one. She was too innocent for her own good. I knew I was playing with fire from the moment I touched her. I could never go back. She was so in love with me that she let me do just about anything I wanted to do with her. I was madly in love with her too, heck, she was my soul mate, but then, I burned her and turned my back on her. Such a fucking asshole.

Taylor stirred beside me, slowly opening her eyes. Seeing her sleepy expression got me thinking of how Normani's face was every time I fucked her. That image made me horny.

"Hey, Taylor. Want to come with me to the bathroom?"

Her sleepy face smiled then nodded. She knew what I needed and she understood.

"Good. Go first then in two minutes I'd give three knocks on the door. Okay?"

She nodded again and stood up. I went in exactly two minutes after she did, knocking thrice. As soon as she opened the door, I used my leg to shut it and slammed her against the door.

"This is going to be quick, okay?"

"Okay."

After our hot quick steamy session, we returned to our seats in time for breakfast. We were served tea with bread and jam. We had thirty more minutes before we landed. Seven hours twenty five minutes felt like a year. It had been long I travelled last. Work didn't leave me time to socialize and spend my money.

As soon as we landed, we boarded a cab to a five star hotel. San Juan Marriott resort and stellaris casino. The place looked nice and expensive, my two favorite things. Once we got checked in and taken to our room, I dove on the bed happy to have finally arrived.

"Is the room to your liking? Should I rearrange the place?" Taylor asked me.

"No, Taylor. Come on, lay with me for a while. For two minutes. Then we'll check out the entire suit, the pool, we'd go out for lunch and take a stroll on the beach until it's time for dinner. Yes? "

She laughed. "Yes." and removed her flats then climbed the bed, laying by my side.