Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter 34

Menu

I woke early. Ann Maxwell was still asleep. I went down to the restaurant for breakfast. I’d only had a small cake on the yacht last night, and I was starving by 3 AM.

After breakfast, with plenty of time to kill, I wandered around the hotel. It was dripping in nostalgic South Seas charm; a lush tropical garden bustled with life, tall palm trees rustling in the breeze. Standing beneath them, I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun filtering through the leaves. The morning air was so gentle, fragrant with the scent of blossoms.

The world was vibrant, alive, fresh–not at all bleak because I lacked a man or romance.

Then, footsteps approached, shadowing me. A strong masculine scent filled the air. I opened my eyes to a broad chest encased in black athletic wear–well–defined pectoral muscles, glistening collarbones, a strong jawline, and rose–tinted lips…

“Ms. Frost, what’s wrong with your eyes?” He bent down, his low voice a warm tropical breeze on my face.

I snapped back to reality, touching my eyes, taking a step back.“The sun’s too bright. I feel a little dizzy.”

be more than dizzy; you’ll go

I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks.“Mr. President, do you

the sweat from his brow with a towel. After standing for a moment, he said. unexpectedly, “It was you sneaking a peek on the third deck of the yacht

peek? Who

I went up and saw you… uh… you know… and

second.”

calm, but the pressure

“…That!” I stammered.

He insisted.

brazen it out.“Kissing. Passionate kissing.

mistaken,” he

course, I didn’t believe him, but I didn’t need to argue.“Okay, I was

answer, his

do!” I nodded

kissing, especially with