Dreaming in Dubai


To be honest, my life was pretty crap.  My name is Sophie and I was in my late thirties. I was unhappily married to a man, whom I hated and had been forced to marry, Simon. My parents, you see, didn’t believe in me and thought that I’d need a man with money and true to form, they set me up with a sleazy scumbag, whom I now call my husband. I guess I did it out of reluctance, as he needed a wife and I apparently needed the security. Turns out, that I’m now a successful architect, with over twenty firms worldwide and with celebrity contacts. So technically, I was free from my husband but since we’d been married for so long, it felt pointless to end it. The only positive in our marriage was my husband’s son, Tyler. At 19, he was a very good looking lad and had girls lining up after him. He wasn’t interested in that sort of thing. Yeah he had a few girlfriends but nothing was as important as his wakeboarding. Having been a dedicated wake boarder, since the age of nine had its benefits and had been blessed with a nice six-pack. I’d stare at it, whenever I had the chance and then snap out of it, because the sheer thought of it was just wrong. So, I let my mind wander whenever it could. it was all in my head so I wasn’t causing any actual trouble. The best thing was that I was only his step mum, so the thoughts weren’t too taboo. when I met him, he seemed to be quite distant. I didn’t blame him, as his mum left when he was two. Probably because of my husband, which I don’t blame her for. As Tyler grew older, he soon got used to the idea of having a ‘new mum’ and our friendship grew strong, but with me it led to something a lot deeper than just friendship. I’m very attractive for my age, not to sound big headed. I have piercing blue eyes, long blonde hair, a petite size 10 frame and DD size breasts. I turned the heads of most college guys half my age. Most of Tyler’s friends would have a good look, when they came by and when Tyler caught them, he’d get really defensive, which I liked. Why wouldn’t I? I guess when we got closer, was when Simon and I finally decided to part ways and find new people. We only has sex a maximum of five times, in our entire 15 years of marriage, so yeah, my Pendik escort vibrator pretty much ate batteries… I decided to take a trip to one of my architecture firms, in Dubai, to ‘get away from it all’ but before I left my family home, Tyler was eager to speak to me. “I really don’t want to stay here with Dad. When you’re home he doesn’t argue and he keeps to himself, but when you’ve gone, he’s awful. It’s like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.” moaned Tyler I didn’t know what the aim of the conversation was, but I went with it. “Well, I can’t live with your dad any more. No offense but he’s a vile human being and I can’t cope. Haven’t you got any friends you could stay with?” “I do, but I don’t want to stay with friends. It might sound daft but I’m happy when you’re around and if you left it’d just be like my mum leaving again.” His words hit me and made my heart flutter. He wanted to be around me and this was the first time he had actually showed me any affection. Even if he did consider me as him mum, I didn’t care. “Well Tyler, the only thing I could suggest is that you stay with me, in Dubai. But don’t you think it’d be weird? With your dad and me splitting, it means we have no connection anymore…” I trailed off course and my mind wandered. The fact his dad and I were over meant it wasn’t wrong for me to think of him as attractive. Even then, I tried to retract my offer, as I still thought it was morally wrong. “But it’d mean taking you out of your studies. I could help you out with a flat if you wanted? I know Dubai would be out your comfort zone…” “Are you kidding Soph? Dubai is one of the places I’ve always wanted to go! Only if you’re sure I can go. Dad won’t care. He’d probably be happy to see the back of me and I’ve only got a week left at Uni before we’ve finished,” his face was a picture; his emerald green eye’s looking at me, with such happiness and excitement. I looked at him with a contemplative stare. If only he knew of the fantasies that went through my head. He’d be gone like lightning. “Fine, you win. But if you’re serious about coming, you need to pack now because the taxi will be here soon.” Tyler ran off, telling his dad Beykoz escort bayan in the process. My husband didn’t care that he was going. It actually made me glad I had married him, so that I could meet Tyler and get him away from him. Even though Tyler was 19, he hadn’t the money to move out, so he did depend on his dad. Even though Simon made over 40K a year, none of that went on Tyler. His belief was ‘If I worked my arse off and became a success, so can you.’ An hour later, Tyler appeared with a suitcase and wearing a straw hat. I couldn’t help but laugh, as it actually suited him. Then the taxi arrived and we were on our way to paradise. “Hey Soph, this is for you…” Tyler handed me an envelope with ‘Sophie’ written on the front. I was slightly confused and with a perplexed look on my face I asked, “Who’s this from?” “My dad. He said make sure you read it but to make sure that I don’t. It’s a bit confusing really…” I neatly ripped open the envelope. In it was a handwritten letter. Simon never took the time for anything like this, so I was quite taken back by it. It read; ‘Dear Sophie, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while but never knew the words, so writing a letter seemed the only way. I never loved you, I know that seems blunt. Please let me explain.  When my first wife left, when Tyler was two years old, I was a broken man. She left me for another man and I felt like everything I loved had been torn away from me, even Tyler. I only managed to get Tyler back because my wife died from cancer but having him back wasn’t the same.  Tyler reminded me too much of my wife; the things he did, the things he’d say just tore me apart. So, I grew to despise him, awful I know, but then there was me thinking it was best to find a new wife and try and start over. That’s how you came into the picture. You are truly an amazing women, Sophie. You’re beautiful and you have a wonderful personality, but you weren’t my first wife, that why I was such a vicious, evil dick with you. It wasn’t on purpose, I had this voice in my head saying, ‘be a dick with her she’ll just leave, you like your wife did.’ I am so sorry for the upset I’ve caused you. I Escort cevizli guess it was just convenient for us both when we met to get married, with the pressure from your parents and me just wanting to try and forget. Now Tyler, I do love him. He’s my son, why wouldn’t I? But he brings me too many bad memories. When I say I want to start over, I mean from scratch, which means leaving Tyler with you. I understand if you think it’s strange, me asking you this, as he’s nineteen, but you are the best person to get him out in the world and start him off in life. I’m not that person. I only became a success because of knowing the right people and being at the right place at the right time. In the envelope there is a cheque for Tyler. Give it him when you’re in Dubai, explain this to him and tell him I’m sorry. I think he’d be glad to finally rid of me but I just want to clear the air. Good luck with the future, Sophie. You truly deserve someone that treats you like the angel you are. Yours, Simon x’ This was the first time during our relationship that I had actually felt an emotion, other than anger, towards him. I felt numb, as if he’d set me free out of guilt. I was even more concerned about would happen with Tyler. Obviously I didn’t mind ‘keeping an eye’ on him but the way I felt towards him made it feel all the more awkward.We soon arrived in Dubai. The sun and heat were intense. The hotel, where I owned the penthouse, was full of bikini-clad bodies and Tyler was staring at them, like a hungry dog. Of course, I felt a twinge of jealousy but my plan on this trip to Dubai was to meet someone and get laid. By the time we finished packing, it was late. I’d made arrangements to meet with some contacts from the architecture firm but I need to tell Tyler about his dad, so I contacted them, telling them I’d meet them at the nightclub but to cancel our plans for a meal. “Tyler, I need to talk to you. It’s about your dad.” He nodded in acknowledgement. “It’s probably easier if you just read the letter you gave to me, from him.” He had a perplexed look on his face but read the letter. As he approached the end, where he was mentioned, he was emotionless. The next thing I knew Tyler had grabbed his wallet and was out of the door. He had left his phone behind, so I was unable to contact him. I searched around Dubai for hours. I felt slightly numb, worrying what might have happened to him and the fact that I knew Dubai and Tyler didn’t, made the situation all the more nerve-wracking.

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