A taste

3. GREALISH BAKER

I could think of worse ways to spend my weekend than being on a luxurious yacht going to a resort I didn't care about. I could be stuck on a deserted island or broke in Bristol, the city that never sleeps.

It had been luck giving me a shot at having a life for once in my miserable existence when I met Estelle. She had been a customer at the spa where I worked part-time. She was in her late sixties, alone and vulnerable.

I'd let morality and my inadequate upbringing stop me from seducing her but my fate was decided when I found out she was a divorced billionaire. We have been married for three months now and so far I have gotten used to the life of comfort.

I didn't have to beg anymore or live on the edge not knowing where my next meal was going to come from. I could afford whatever the fuck I wanted and occasionally I risked having petty flings with pretty girls.

Estelle had bought the hotel and bar as a wedding gift. My days of toiling for the rich as a nobody were