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.”

and you’ll be more than dizzy; you’ll go blind,” he

my cheeks.“Mr. President, do you jog in the mornings?”

moment, he said. unexpectedly, “It was you sneaking a peek on the third deck of

a peek? Who

you… uh… you know… and I left

second.”

was calm,

“…That!” I stammered.

He insisted.

had no choice but to brazen it out.“Kissing. Passionate kissing.

he

I didn’t need to argue.“Okay, I was mistaken.” I played along.

his brow furrowed.“You don’t

do!” I

don’t like kissing, especially with