CHAPTER 4 Kyler

　　I woke with a pounding headache, and to an empty bed. I check the time; it was only eight o’clock. I don’t even know when Paisley left—I must have been out cold. Last night was incredible. The woman is wild in so many ways. I have not ever been with a woman such as Paisley. I don’t think I have ever had that much sex in one night either. She was something different, that was for sure.

　　I like that she left without issues, and we never exchanged numbers or anything. It was one night of hot sex, and that was what I needed. I believe that is what she needed too. It was an excellent way to bring the weekend in before starting my new job on Monday.

　　I had only slept for maybe three hours, though I wasn’t tired. So, I may as well get up and enjoy the day. Firstly, a shower because I reek of sex! Then, I would need to change the bed too because we made a mess. I pull my ass out of bed, every part of me hurting, but in the best way possible.

　　I head to the bathroom, turning the shower on and stepping in. I hiss the moment the hot water hits my back. Paisley must have torn the hell out of my back, and I probably have bite marks on my body too. She likes it rough. On the other hand, I didn’t know I liked it that rough until last night. I had never been so turned on in my entire life. I have not ever felt as much heat and pleasure during sex in the way I did last night.

　　I got lost in my thoughts of last night and felt myself becoming excited. Hmm, I think this will be a recurring thing for the rest of today, anytime I get flashbacks of last night. I close my eyes, letting my hand wander down my body, stroking my length, fixing my issue, with Paisley on my mind the entire time.

　　I stay in the shower for half an hour before getting ready. Breakfast out sounds good because I can’t be bothered to cook. When I got back to the room, I check my phone, seeing a text from Jeff.

　　Hey, buddy, how was your night? Do you wanna meet for breakfast??

　　It is like he read my mind, and it is better than sitting alone eating. I shoot him a text back.

　　Hey! Yes, breakfast sounds good. Last night was incredible! That woman is a freak, in the best way possible. Meet you at the usual place in an hour??

　　Yes, see you there, and you can fill me in.

　　I should have known he would want details. I got myself ready and headed out, walking to the café. The fresh air would be good. Jeff would probably be there before me. He is a bit of a control freak when it comes to timing. And right enough, he was already there, drinking a coffee.

　　“Hey, buddy,” I smile, sitting across from him, “Hey, you dirty, stop out.” he laughs.

　　I grab the waiter’s attention to get myself a flat white, and it didn’t take him long to bring it to me.

　　“So, tell me, how was it?” Jeff smirks.

　　I didn’t even have a chance to take a sip of my coffee. I chuckle and shake my head. I am not surprised, though.

　　“Incredible, and I have the marks all over to prove it. The girl is wild, fun, and not shy in the slightest. I don’t think I have ever had a night like that before.”?I brag.

　　I haven’t been laid in months. The last woman I was with was my wife when we were still going through our divorce. Divorce I filed for because she was cheating, though we would still hook up even after that as she seemed to have some hold over me; that was one of the reasons I had to leave the US. She brought too much drama and trouble, and I didn’t want any of that anymore. The other reason was a very common one for people in likely situations: I needed a fresh start, and I wanted to stay single for a while.

　　“Was it really that good?” he questions, “Yes. It was the best sex I have had.”?

　　“Are you seeing her again?”

　　“I am going with no because she was away when I woke this morning, and we didn’t exchange numbers or anything,” I shrug, “It was a one-night thing, and that is fine.”?

　　“Who knows, you may run into her again,” he suggests.

　　“Maybe, but if not, that is fine too,” I reply, “And I don’t know if I could handle having her all the time, anyway.

　　“You are getting too auld, buddy,” Jeff teases.

　　I have been in Scotland long enough to understand some of the words my friends use, words you will not hear anywhere else but in Scotland.

　　“Hey! That was uncalled for,” I chuckle, “And remember, you are two years older than me.”?

　　He flips me off, making us both laugh. We ordered breakfast, and Jeff continues to question me about last night. I answer some, but not them all. Some of what happened between Paisley and me will be staying between us.

　　“It must have been good to be with a different woman after being with Julia for so long,” “Yes. Julia and I never had any issues in the bedroom department, but last night with Paisley was like an entirely different world.”?The two of them seem opposites.

　　“Have you heard from Julia?”, “She tried calling me last week, but I didn’t pick up,”?I answer.

　　I know, I know. I should change my number or at least block her, but I couldn’t. Yes, our divorce was sort of messy, but we had some good times together. We were friends before we got together. Maybe a part of me wasn’t ready to let go completely. We went through a lot together, good and bad.

　　“Well, that is a step in the right direction,” he encourages, “If that were a couple of months ago, you would have answered, and if she wanted to see you, you would have been on the first flight back to the States.”

　　He was right. I probably would have. It was all a little fucked up, especially since I was the one that filed for it in the first place. But I was moving on, slowly but surely.

　　“That is true. It is probably for the best that we are on opposite sides of the ocean now.”?

　　Jeff nods in agreement with my statement. The conversation about Julia ended at that, and it didn’t take long for our breakfast to come.

　　“Are you regretting not swapping numbers with Paisley?”?

　　“No, not really,” I answer, “It was a one-time thing.”?

　　Though I will be the first to admit, if I did run into her again and she asked for a repeat, I wouldn’t hesitate for a single second, but that doesn’t mean I would go out of my way to try to find her. That would be too much and creepy!?

　　Jeff let out a loud sigh, “I wish I could find a woman like that. One I have a night of passion with and leaves before I wake up.”

　　Jeff is bitter when it comes to women, but that is because he has been through his own heartbreak more than once. He doesn’t do relationships either because of it.

　　“Oh, I am sure that you do,” I respond.

　　I change the subject. There has been enough sex talk for one morning.

　　***

　　I have spent the remainder of the day relaxing and sleeping since the lack of sleep had been catching up on me. But I couldn’t go to bed just yet. I wanted to make sure I had everything organized for the start of my new job.

　　I knew the place well as I studied there for a year. And I know Scotland well because this is where my mother is from, and we used to spend vacations here when I was younger. I fell in love with Scotland many years ago, and when the opportunity for this position came up, I couldn’t resist it. It came at the right time when I needed an escape the most.

　　I must make sure I have all my notes and paperwork gathered. Of course, I was nervous about it. That is only natural. I hope my students like me and accept me. All I can do is my best, right? Hopefully, they are all willing to learn.

　　The Professor I had when I studied there helped me a lot. They believed in me when I doubted myself. I want to be that for my students because I understand how hard it can be and how easy it is to doubt yourself when things get stressful.

　　I triple-checked everything is organized before getting myself to bed. I want to be well-rested and bright for my first day. Another shower sounds like a good idea, freshen myself up, and maybe this time without sorting myself because, to be honest, I have already had to do that twice since this morning. My hormones were mental today. Damn sexy, Scottish beauty!?

　　No, don’t start thinking about her, not again. I start thinking of other things, and it helps while I get showered. Once finished, I got ready for my bed and climbed in. It was not even eleven o’clock yet, but it was a six o’clock rise for me tomorrow. I had to be at the university at seven-thirty to find out where my classroom would be, not wanting to get lost trying to find it by myself. All I want is for my first day to be good and not a disaster. It would be busy because my last class was at five. They were non-stop, one after the other, except for the break at lunchtime. It is going to be good, though. It would help pass the day quicker.

　　I double-checked my alarm, switching my light off to let sleep take over me.

　　Tomorrow was a new start for me, and I was excited about it!?