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“Oh, that’s right. That friend of Elijah’s with the tattoo of a skull on his neck.” Samantha chuckles.
“That’s the one. Sounds just like the man my daddy wants to kill. Anyway, have fun, guys.” She waved, avoiding my eyes and leaving us alone.
Samantha sat beside me on the piano. She reached out for my hand and toyed with my wedding band. I pretended not to notice and attempted to play a tune with just my right hand.
“A pretty girl, that one. Don’t you think?”
Back the fuck up.
Samantha is asking me if I think Charlotte is pretty?
I was one-hundred percent sure this was woman code for testing the waters.
Tread very carefully.
“She’s okay, I guess. She’s Adriana’s best friend. Have you met my sister?”
She moved closer to me on the piano, wrapping her arms around my torso. “Alex, take me home and fuck me the way you used to fuck me every night before we moved here.”
“I didn’t fuck you every night, Sammy. You confusing me with someone else?”
“Should I be asking the same thing?”
There was a pause and pauses reflected guilt.
“Samantha, I work fourteen-hour shifts and still have to study. I’m not only mentally but physically exhausted at the end of a long day.”
“Well, how about now?”
Confused, I looked at her as she clim
bed onto my lap.
“Sammy, this is my parents’ house—”
“Everyone’s left for the night, Alex. It’s just you and me. I’m your wife. Fuck me, please,” she begged.
I didn’t know what to do at that point. If I gave in to her, would that shut her up? I closed my eyes as she unbuckled my belt. Maybe I could do this? Surely, Charlotte would understand that I’d have to do this to keep up the charade. If Samantha had no reason for concern, then Charlotte and I could continue seeing each other. Yes, this was exactly what I needed to do.
I felt my hands moving involuntarily to her tits, squeezing them while trying my best to ignore the enormous amount of guilt I felt right now. She began grinding herself against my cock, moaning into my ear a high-pitched moan she made when she was aroused. My hands found their way to her ass until I moved them into her panties. She was fucking soaked.
“That’s it, baby. I know you miss me,” she whispered in my ear.
She pulled her skirt up, ready to sit on my cock when we heard a commotion at the door.
“Oh my God!” Adriana shrieked.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I pushed Samantha off me like I was caught red-handed doing something wrong.
“Sorry, guys, I didn’t think… oh my eyes! Where’s the fucking bleach?” she complained, shaking her head.
“Sorry, Adriana, we thought everyone had left.”
“I left my phone inside. This is hilarious! Charlie would’ve pissed herself laughing at this. Okay, guess I’ll leave you to it. Bye.”
She waved as she walked out of the room. Fuck, she was going to tell Charlotte. Poor Charlotte, hearing this and then having to meet that tattoo guy. I needed to do something and fast, ignoring the bile rising in my throat.
