Yes: A Hotwife Romance by Jason Lenov Read Free Book Online

to quell my rising rage.
    "Charlie." She was standing right behind me, her arms folded across her chest. Was that smugness on her face? Was she fucking with me? Or was she just a lying bitch?
    "What?!?" I snarled.
    "We need to talk."

Chapter 10

    "Yeah, I guess we should," I snapped. "Get in." I jerked a thumb towards the car. I'd never felt so...humiliated. So betrayed.
    "No." It was a simple response. One that only amplified my anger.
    "What do you mean no?!?" I roared.
    "I mean you're not driving anywhere like that."
    I looked down at my hands. They were still shaking. Maybe she had a point.
    "What the fuck is going on Angeline?" I growled, trying to steady my nerves.
    "Not what you think."
    It was like someone letting all the hot air out of a balloon at once. My anger deflated. My shoulders sagged. I started to see straight again. I started to feel like a fool.
    "What was that in there?" I asked, trying unsuccessfully to prop up my rage.
    "Let's go back inside?"
    She looked around. I followed her eyes. People were starting to stare.
    "I'm not going back in there with him." I had to put my foot down somewhere.
    "He's gone." She turned around and walked quickly towards the restaurant. I followed her inside.
    She was waiting just inside the door, sitting at a table. She'd taken down a second chair. I sat next to her. I could barely look at her.
    "Look, I shouldn't have done that," she began.
    "Shouldn't have done what?" I was starting to think I was going crazy.
    "I shouldn't have let him talk to me like that."
    Maybe she was trying to drive me crazy. "He talks to you like that?!? When I'm not around?!?"
    She took a breath. "Look, I should have told you about it a long time ago. It just never came up. Or I never brought it up. I should have."
    "For fuck's sake Angie, brought what up?!?" I screamed. "What is going on?!?"
    She shook her head. "Nothing, Charlie. Nothing is going on."
    "What about him leaning over you and asking you about the other night?" I'd managed to work myself back up into a reasonably angry froth.
    "He was just joking around. He was just being a man. Will and I hang out. We're friends. He was talking about drinks."
    "Drinks?" I asked, my fury fading again.
    "Drinks. He...I don't know, he pretends...oh fuck, this is going to sound stupid and come out all wrong. Just as a joke, he kind of pretends we're hooking up or whatever. I thought...I don't know, I knew you'd be watching. I thought I'd just let him do it and not tell him you were there. I thought you'd like it."
    I thought you'd like it.
    I felt my chest cave. It was hard to find any words to say.
    "You're friends."
    "
Just
friends," she reassured. "I can't have him talking to me like that in front of the staff. So whenever it's on hours, he does the whole 'yes chef' thing. To keep things professional."
    Of course they were friends. They spent more time together than we did most days. I looked at her. This was Angie. My Angie. She'd never done anything that would make me think she was cheating.
    "Charlie, did you really believe that I'd do something like that? That I'd cheat on you?"
    Why? Why would I think that? She'd never done anything to give me that impression. The only evidence I had was my paranoia and my newly found, twisted desire of seeing her with someone else. I looked down at the ground, embarrassed at my overreaction. We sat there like that for a while.
    "Look, I'm just going to get a few more things then I'll be right out," she said, finally, putting a hand on my knee.
    "I'll just wait in the car," I pouted, still finding it hard to look right at her.
    "Okay."
    I got up and shuffled out the door.
    It started raining as I sat in the car. A fine mist blurred the view out the windshield and I was left staring at blurry outlines of buildings and telephone poles.
    I felt like an ass. I started to try and collect my thoughts.
    What was it that had made me react the way I had? I'd had the fantasy myself, why would it be different in real