Page 163 of Falling for the Wife

“I think I like you already.” I grinned as I annihilated the first flute.

It didn’t take that much to notice why Dimitris liked her because this woman was gorgeous, but not only that, she didn’t follow the usual niceties and protocol that typically followed.

“Hey, we women have to stick together when dealing with these hard-headed men.” She smiled as she took hold of a drink and toasted it with mine.

Yeah, she was my kind of girlfriend. “Cheers.” We both sipped at the same time and when I saw the opportunity, I made a beeline for it. “So, while we wait for Callum’s return, mind explaining how your Dimitris is your husbandandboyfriend?”

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Callum didn’t arrive until thirty minutes later, along with Andres and Jacques as well as their cohorts.

“Relax. I won’t let him near you if he tries anything crazy.” Luca winked at me.

Even Dimitris, who was one of Callum’s confidante’s, had my back. “If he tries to tell you to leave, I’ll gladly kick him out myself,” he spoke as he nodded towards the approaching two men who I had yet to meet. “Someone needs to warn the Brit that his wife is still here.”

Jacques, who had a cherry stem twirling between his lips, saluted me. “You should go change into your bikini; we’re going in the tub. We have an hour until a couple yachts will moor to come and join us to party.”

There seemed to be a problem about that… “I forgot to bring anything.” I licked my lips, rushing to add to that sentence, blushing, “To swim with, I mean.” Why was I acting all idiotic? Umm, maybe because the attention was all on me…

Andrès beamed at me before one of the blonde women hugged him from behind and pulled him towards the pool table.

“I have a lot of new pairs. Come on! Let’s get you into a suit before your hubby catches you.” Lindsey pulled me towards her, walking as she asked what type I wanted. She didn’t even give me a chance to speak before we got to the lower level and went inside the master bedroom.

She then immediately went into a drawer and went through pairs with tags, sifting through them. “Aha! Red is sinful. Totally what you need to punish him alittle,” she wickedly suggested as she shoved the items at my chest. “Make that man suffer a little. I think he needs a good spanking, don’t you think?”

Me… spanking Callum? Goodness. “I’m not sure he’s into that bit.”

It was just then that her phone shrilled and she instantly took it. “Can you make it or what?” Lindsey checked her reflection as she listened into the phone. “Dude, did you tell Bass where you are? ‘Cause I don’t want him on my ass, you know. Uh, yeah…duh?Okay. Okay. God! See you in half an hour.”

Lindsey made me change in the bathroom as she explained to me that Emma, her best friend and an actress, was coming to visit for a day. Apparently, she was best friends with Jacques and Dimitris.

It was odd how they were all connected. I couldn’t help feeling that pang of jealousy at all of their closeness… it was like a little family.

When I came out of the bathroom, Lindsey was jumping up and down with wicked excitement. “Perfect. All you gotta do now is make him suffer. Don’t give the nookie until he’s all done for, got it? That man’s been naughty, so he needs a good lesson.”

This woman was vindictive and upfront. “You must be keeping Dimitris in check all the time.” A smile formed on my lips as I approved the scant bikini reflection.

I looked… fabulous. Fun. Fantastic. Definitely fuckable.

Perfect.

“You might be surprised, but he keepsmein check. I love him, but it wasn’t like that in the very beginning. You see, I married him when I was in love with someone else. We separated and got back together again. Santa Barbara then here, New York or Paris; we’re all over the place, but we’re trying to work it out…” There was fear in her eyes, showing a glimpse of vulnerability, which hadn’t been evident before. “I hope he doesn’t give up on me. He’s such a wonderful man.”

“Dimitris, from what I observed earlier, seems to be quite attached to you. The man doesn’t have eyes for anyone but you, Lindsey.” I reached for her dainty hand and squeezed it, giving encouragement. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

Giving myself another onceover before leaving the bathroom, Lindsey caught my eye in the reflection. She didn’t even bat an eyelash when she questioned me straight away. “You’re in love with your fake husband, aren’t you?”

That made me think, pausing as I stared back at her in the mirror. “What makes you say that?”

Lindsey shook her head, bunching her hair before pulling to the side. “You have Emma’s look. It’s that hopeful, glowy face, but with unsure eyes.”

“Oh.” I recalled the movie, remembering the actress. “Is she really that pretty in person?”

Lindsey grinned at me. “You bet. Sometimes I just want to poke her with a needle simply to see if she really bleeds ‘cause she sometimes looks too pretty to be real.” She raised her brow and pointed at my breasts. “You and I are on the same boat on the booby section and honey, you need to tighten the knot to get more cleavage to get thehot damneffect. You want his eyes glued on you all night, not anywhere else, so tighten those knockers, babe.”

Her frank, blatant personality made me admire her more. I remembered telling myself that I should try a little dose of that and maybe I wouldn’t be so hung up or so miserable in my love life.

When we exited the lower decks, I had barely stepped onto the upper deck when I was spotted.