A Week at the Beach: A Hotwife Romance by Jason Lenov Read Free Book Online

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Chapter 7

    I insisted on breakfast indoors. My head had stopped pounding. Despite that, I still wore sunglasses, against the glare of the sun reflecting off the sand outside. We found the darkest corner of the breakfast room and ordered a full breakfast. I ordered a Bloody Mary and recoiled in mock horror as Sam did too.
    She laughed. It seemed like she'd forgiven me for the night before. I thought it probably wouldn't hurt to apologize in earnest.
    "Look, I'm sorry about last night," I said after I'd taken a gulp of red medicine from the tall, frosted glass the waiter brought us.
    "Sorry about what?" she asked, smiling.
    "I think you know? How drunk I was? I probably snored. Did I snore?" Something was tickling me on the inside though. As hot as it had been imagining her with another man, I needed to know the truth about the night before.
    "Oh. I didn't notice." She shrugged and looked out the window, towards the gentle crests.
    The tickle turned into an itch. I tried to steady my nerves. No sense being paranoid. Even if something about the ocean air had changed her, there was no way she would have taken things that far. She didn't budge as I looked at her. Just kept staring out over the ocean.
    "Alright. You win," I said finally, sighing my resignation.
    She met my eyes with the same Innocent look she'd had in the bathroom. "I do? What's my prize?"
    A tremor of irritation moved through me. I smiled it away and shook my head. I was not going to let her get the better of me. "Your prize is me asking. Where did you go last night? After I passed out?"
    She sat there, smiling. As if she were relishing her victory.
    "I'm. Not. Telling."
    Her words wiped my own smile away. An anxiousness bubbled somewhere inside me, making me shift in my seat. I quieted it. She was right. I deserved this.
    "Samantha, I said I was sorry."
    "You said lots of other things, too. Remember?"
    Of course I remembered. What I didn't remember was having such a devious wife. I breathed, took another sip of my drink and pasted my smile back on.
    "Alright. You've had your fun. Now really. Did you go out last night? After I fell asleep?"
    She put her drink down and leaned on the table. "Andrew, do you remember how drunk you were last night? Do you remember the restaurant? The commotion you caused?"
    "Yes," I snapped, "and I said I was sorry..."
    "And I accept your apology. You can consider
this
, your penance. I'm not telling."
    Another uncomfortable shudder raced through me at her lack of admission as to what she'd done. I might have deserved it, but that didn't make it easy to endure.
    She leaned back in her chair and stared out over the ocean again.
    My mind raced. Visions of my petite wife wrapped in a large man's arms pulsed inside my head. I tried to push it all away. It was just a game, after all. I was the one who'd started it, really. By the end of breakfast I was no closer to finding any peace. My mind was a muddled mess and the drink I'd poured on top of it wasn't helping. Thin tendrils of jealousy started to crawl up my spine.
    "Okay, look, can we talk about this?" I asked, trying not to sound impatient.
    "Talk about what?"
    Was she pretending not to know what I was talking about? Was this just another game?
    "Samantha, please!"
    "You're not going to make another scene, are you?" she said calmly.
    Where was she getting all this confidence from all of a sudden? I'd been drunk around her before. Not that drunk, but it had never changed her in the slightest.
    Her eyes softened. "Why don't we talk about it later?" she offered.
    I took another breath. She was right. We could talk about it in the room.
    "Samantha!"
    Bastian's deep voice from behind me made me startle and I almost knocked my glass over. As I turned, I caught the faint glimmer of a smile forming on Samantha's lips.
    "Bastian!" I said, bounding up and taking off my sunglasses.
    I saw the chuckle shaking in his chest before I heard it. He held out a hand.
    "Andrew.