The Perfect Reunion (Perfect Kisses #4) - Miley Maine Page 0,1
sinking under the waters of pleasure and he seems determined to pull me under with him. Not that I’m fighting it much, soon the hot waters of bliss are flooding me, the waves of intense pleasure are rolling over again and again causing my body to buck and writhe, hard. Luckily, I have Taylor there to cling on to me, to make sure that I don’t completely fall apart.
“I don’t want this to end!” I yell out loudly as I try to twist my body to grab on to him. I don’t even know how that’s going to be possible… I’m so desperate to feel him before he slips through my fingers like grains of sand. Because that’s going to happen in a moment, isn’t it? It always does. “Taylor, don’t leave me…”
But of course, he does. He begins to fade away, leaving me with nothing but the incredible memory of him buried deep inside of me…
“Taylor?” I call out while patting my side of the bed next to me. “Oh my God, Taylor, last night was absolutely incredible.” I let out a little giggle. “You really are the best I’ve ever had.”
I expect him to make a joke about how he’s the only man I’ve ever had, but that never comes. Instead I’m met with a resounding painful silence, one that aches my brain.
Of course, it was a dream. I come out of my fog, push myself up into a sitting position and rub my head. I’m alone. All alone, and Taylor is gone. He has been gone for the last year, ever since I kicked him out and ended our marriage. Even if it is still weird that this bed is half empty, it’s for the best. I can’t have him around any longer.
“Don’t forget why you sent him away,” I whisper to myself. “He’s a liar, and a bad person. Just because he was good in bed, and the only man you have ever been with, doesn’t make it right to have him here.”
I keep telling myself that, but the pep talk isn’t working anymore. I hate myself for it, but I miss Taylor, I still miss being Mrs. Braxton, I miss the life we shared together as a family. I wouldn’t admit it out loud because I would get my ass kicked, particularly by my best friend, Maggie, but I can’t help how I feel. When I’m dreaming, all of that flies to the surface.
I force myself out of bed and head into the bathroom where I can stare at myself in the mirror. I don’t want to be yelled at by my friends, but I can do it to myself. And to get the real effect out of it, I have to look at myself while I scold.
“Rebecca, you didn’t even know Taylor. You might have been with him for all of your adult life, married for five years, and have a five-year-old daughter together, but you didn’t know him. He lied to you about being in jail, about being involved with money laundering, and that is messed up.”
I groan and grab on to the side of the sink, to keep myself standing upright as my knees try to crumble. Every time I think about the life I lived in; it makes me fall apart. How can someone know so little about the man they were married to? It doesn’t seem right.
I still remember the day when I found out about the man, I thought I knew everything about. Well, it wasn’t exactly me that found out, it was Maggie. She was at the local library, studying for her college classes, and looking up old newspaper articles for something to base her latest project on, when she came across an article about a guy just out of high school involved in a money laundering scandal to help get his business off the ground. Taylor Braxton, my husband. Since he’s a few years older than me, I was too young to notice when he went to prison, so I didn’t know anything about it. I always thought that his business was built legally, and that he had an astute mind. How wrong I was. I don’t know if I would have believed it, had I not seen the article as evidence for myself.
My world shattered, the universe that I had built my life upon, vanished. Loving and living with a liar, I knew that nothing could ever be the same again.