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Sexin' My Man's Best Friend(7)

By:Muneca P


Cynthia and I chuckled to ourselves when we saw her; she honestly looked a mess.

Cynthia and I were pouring wine, talking about everything under the sun;  while Taylor and the men were in front of the jet talking about the  Miami Heat. Taylor absolutely loved The Miami Heat and didn't tolerate  foolish talk about them. You would think he was the daddy to all the men  on the team, the way he seemed to defend them.                       
       
           



       

Heather was in the middle deck seats sitting alone looking so out of  place. Other than the man flying the jet, she was the only white person  on board. Neither I nor Cynthia fooled with her and she didn't fit in  with the guys so I guess the whole way to Florida she was going to watch  a movie that played on the flat screen that hung down from the ceiling.

Taylor was a gadget head and the entire jet was filled with cool little  gadgets. You couldn't open the door to the jet without me or Taylor's  fingerprints. There were mini flat TV's that hung from the ceiling to  every seat in the jet so that every passenger could watch their own  movie or cable show. Taylor didn't put regular seats in the jet; instead  he had chairs custom made, which were bigger and softer than the  average. The pillows were so soft that the minute you hit them, you were  gone to the world.

I grew more and more excited when I glanced out the window and could  already see beautiful big beaches with blue water and white sand. We had  been in the air for almost four hours and Taylor yelled back to us that  we were about to land.

Cynthia had fallen asleep on me and I was still sipping my wine and  looking out the window. Once we landed, she woke up, and got excited all  over again. I think I was more excited than everybody. I loved  vacations and I loved being with my friends and family even more. The  only thing I wasn't sure about was the ship we would be going on with a  bunch of other people. But I knew Taylor would make everything special.

We un-boarded the jet and loaded into an awaiting white stretch Hummer.  Even though it was hot back in Cincinnati, Miami was even hotter but I  didn't mind. Once in the Hummer, Taylor pulled me next to him and kissed  my cheek.

"I got a surprise for you," he told me.

I arched a brow. "Oh, yeah? What is it?" I asked curiously.

"You'll see when we get there. Just know, this is for us; it's ours."

I didn't know what he was talking about but knowing Taylor, I knew it  was something big. When given surprises, Taylor never disappointed.  About thirty minutes later we arrived at our destination. I could see a  grand Yacht just waiting in the ocean for us; it was huge. The Yacht was  white with a beautiful wood deck, surrounded with gold plated trim..

Its beauty was elegant and breathtaking at the same time. Taylor took my  hand and told everyone to follow us to the yacht. It was weird because I  didn't see anybody else on the yacht. Once we got to the edge of the  beach near the yacht, Taylor turned to face me and held both my hands in  his hands. His grin was wide and as bright as the sun. He then turned  to look at Cynthia, Mike, Donnell, and Heather.

"I know y'all was expecting for us to go on a cruise ship with a bunch  of people we don't know for five days, but, the truth is, we're going on  this cruise by ourselves. Just all of us including Travis and whoever  he's bringing. We're going make this a couples' trip," Taylor announced,  smiling ear to ear.

I raised a brow and glared at the yacht. Before I could ask, Taylor  already answered my question. "Yes, baby, it's ours. I bought this yacht  for us."

I damn near choked on my own spit. I turned towards the yacht again and  started walking up the stairs to the beautiful boat. It was huge! Every  one followed behind me and all I could hear were gasps. Taylor walked to  the very front of the yacht "Titanic style" and expanded his arms.

"Welcome to the Jones Yacht. Everything you could want is on this boat. "

After damn near an hour exploring the yacht, I found out there were four  bedrooms on board. Taylor and I of course had the biggest room with the  biggest bed, and there were three bathrooms. One in our room and the  other two on each side of the other rooms. There was a full kitchen in  which Taylor hired a chef to cook for us, for the five days we'd be on  board. There was a Jacuzzi in the back of the boat and a mini-dance  floor along with a bar. There was a washer and dryer, as well as the  theater room filled with six huge comfy chairs.

The movie screen was almost as big as the ones in a normal movie  theater. Taylor even went all out; he put in a Sauna room. I was amazed  at the beauty of our yacht. I knew it cost us a pretty penny, when I  finally payed attention to the floors that were cherry hardwood. When I  asked Taylor how much this cost us, I almost fell out when he said ten  million dollars. It was then, that I knew that I didn't really know  about our assets or how much money we really had. I made a mental note  to ask Taylor to fill me in on our financial status when we got back  home; it was only fair to me, or so I thought.

We all made ourselves comfortable by lounging around on the top-deck. We  were only waiting for Travis and the hoe he was bringing before we  sailed off. As I lay on the lounge chair getting my tan on, my mind  started to wonder with who Travis was going to bring this time. He was  known for bringing different women to every event Taylor invited him to  and I knew this cruise wasn't going to be an exception. Donnell, Heather  and Mike were sitting around a table, playing spades and Taylor was on  the beach chit chatting; I guess waiting for Travis to arrive.                       
       
           



       

As soon as I heard Taylor yell, "Yo, my brotha, you made it!" I knew Travis had just arrived.

I glared over at Cynthia who was lounging next to me with her sun  glasses covering her eyes. I could hear footsteps from Taylor and Travis  walking up the steps. I turned my body around towards their way and  almost dropped my glass when I saw the woman Travis was with. She was as  tall as a model, beautiful with deep blue eyes and long blonde hair.  This fool done showed up with a white woman! Do you see this shit? I  knew I was losing my damn mind. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I  felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. I couldn't move, my body  was on fire. I couldn't believe the nerve of his ass.

"Baby, Travis and his date are here!" Taylor yelled over to me.

I had to force myself out of the stiff position I was in to make my way  over to them. The closer I got, the angrier I became. I did my best to  keep a straight face, and swallow the golf ball sized lump that was in  my throat. I approached them, shooting daggers at Travis. He knew I  wanted to chew his ass by the way he lacked making eye contact with me.

"Sundy, you okay?" Taylor cupped my cheeks and stared in my eyes. Boy,  did I try my best to hide the death in my eyes. I nodded my head and  forced a smile.

"Yes, I'm okay. Just all this wine," I lied. What was I supposed to say?  I'm upset because the man I'm having an affair with just showed up with  a white model on his arms?

"Oh, well, put down the wine. Dinner will be ready shortly as soon as we  set sail," Taylor held out his hand to little Miss Snow bunny. "I'm  Taylor Jones, and this is my lovely wife, Sundy."

Miss Barbie smiled and shook Taylor's hand. When she reached for mine, I  wanted so badly to pull back, but I kept it classy and shook her hand.

"I'm Valerie. Pleased to meet the both of you. You have a really nice Yacht." She smiles warmly making me hate her even more.

Taylor said thank you and he took Travis to see the yacht, leaving me  and Valerie standing there looking awkward. I wanted to send her ass  Heather's way but because she was pretty like me and Cynthia, I invited  her to come sit with us. On the way, I introduced Valerie to Mike,  Donnell, and Heather. Heather seemed quite relieved to see another white  woman on board with her.

"Valeria, this is my best friend, Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Valerie."  Cynthia removed her shades from her face and I could tell she was just  as surprised as I was when she saw Valerie but she kept it nice and  classy like we always did. Cynthia and Valerie shook hands as we took  our seats. My mind was racing a million miles per minute. I wanted to  talk to Travis so bad to chew his ass but I knew now wasn't the time.

I was sure I would get some alone time with him to talk before this  cruise was over and if not, I'd talk to him at home. Either way, he was  going to hear my mouth. I took a sip of my red wine and glared at  Valerie. I had to admit she was beautiful. She kind of reminded me of  Cameron Diaz but hotter. I could definitely see why Travis had her on  his hoe list. Why he brought her on my yacht, I had no clue but I knew  he did it to start some mess; mess was what he was gonna get.