Heat in the Hamptons

Chapter 10

Noah sat at the dining room table with a cup of coffee. Not the same pot Addison had made, but thinking of the morning with her made him smile. They never spent much one on one time together, Megan and James were always around. But it was nice.

Noah was waiting for Megan. Addison had left about five minutes ago, and he knew that meant Megan would be walking in any moment.

Before he could even finish the thought he heard Megan's steps on the back porch. She turned the knob and entered the home, looking around, hand still on the knob.

Her eyes landed on him and her expression changed.

Guilt.

She softly shut the door behind her.

Noah watched as the woman he loved stood still, nervous in her own home. He thought of all the times he had seen her naked, made her orgasm. Was it not good enough?

"Sit down, Megan." She jolted at the sound of his voice. She nodded and slid into the seat across the table from him. Both at the heads of the table.

She didn't speak, as if she was waiting for him to start the conversation.

"I assume there's at least something you'd like to say to me." Megan nodded, but still didn't speak. "I've waited all night to hear how you're going to try to explain this, so you might as well start."

She closed her eyes and took a breath.

"Noah, I love you so much, baby. Please know that." Her eyes pleaded with him.

He nodded. "How long?" Noah wondered to himself how this conversation was going for Addison.

Megan hesitated.

"Don't lie." His voice was stern.

"Almost a year."

The breath seemed to catch in Noah's throat. "What?"

"It's been almost a year, the first time was at the Fourth of July party." Megan continued to tell Noah the same story that James had told Addison.

Noah looked at his hands, wringing them together.

"I'm going to go ahead and assume it's happened more than twice." He didn't look away from his hands.

"Yes." Her voice was soft, defeated.

He shook his head. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know the real number.

"More than five times?" He still wouldn't look at her.

"Yes."

"More than ten?"

"Yes." Her voice caught.

"More than--"

"It's happened roughly thirty times, Noah." She knew he'd keep asking, she figured this would be less painful.

The breath left his lungs.

"Wow."

Guilt flooded her.

He looked up at her, tears filled her eyes. He felt cold.

"Wow." He repeated, nodding his head. "So you just didn't give a fuck about me, about our life." It wasn't a question.

She stood, the chair fell back behind her.

"Of course I care about you Noah, I love you with all of my heart."

He laughed. "Clearly not."

"No." He looked up at her, confused.

"No, what?"

"No, we're not going to do this. We're not going to do this thing where you sit there and talk down to me like I'm not a human who made a mistake."

He laughed.

"What's funny, Noah?" She was incredulous.

"It's funny that you cheated on me," he started, standing up. "Thirty fucking times," he yelled, "And then assume that you get to direct this conversation." His voice didn't quiet. "You cheated on me. Thirty motherfucking times." He was screaming. "That's not a mistake, that's a decision. That's a choice." He kicked the chair behind him. "You made a choice to betray me, so don't try to act like the victim here."

"Noah, stop yelling."

He laughed again. "Do you even care?"

"Of course I care Noah." But her voice wasn't genuine.

He sobered. "You don't. You don't care at all."

She sighed. "I do care, Noah. I love you. I just don't think you should be treating me like I killed someone."

"Do you love him?"

"I-I don't know." Megan knew this question was coming, and somehow all night while she played how this conversation would go in her head, she hadn't come up with a better response.

He scoffed. "This is unbelievable."

"I fucked up Noah, you've fucked up before too."

"Please tell me one time I fucked up as bad as cheating on you thirty times."

She was silent.

"Exactly."

She still didn't say anything. She was confident that this would blow over. She was young, attractive, and Daddy's money always bought her whatever she wanted. She was used to getting what she wanted. Noah would never leave her.

Noah looked down where his fingertips were resting on the table.

"Get your shit and get out." He said, his voice soft.

This time Megan was surprised. "What?"

He met her eyes. "Go upstairs and pack your shit and get the fuck out of my house."

Her eyes wide, she shook her head. As if she couldn't believe what he was asking.

"Noah, I-"

"Megan, I am not going to tell you again." He looked away from her. "I gave you everything. I gave you all of me, my home, my life. I loved you so fucking much I proposed to you. And you wore that ring while you fucked my best friend."

She held up a hand, "Actually I would take it off when James and I--"

"Get out!" He yelled.