Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part seventeen

SOFIA'S POV

Meeting Ioane with his daughter at the beach is the highlight of my day.

James didn't come back home until late last night, and I could smell the liquor on his breath. I figured he went to hook up with someone he met at the bar. When he woke up this morning, he ignored me as well, not even bothering to brew enough coffee for me. I ended up changing into as swim suit and heading to the beach early to suntan just to avoid him. Ioane and Leilani arrived a couple hours later.

I give Ioane a hug, and I'm surprised to feel him kiss my cheek as a greeting. "Aloha Sofia."

"Aloha," I tell him, trying not to blush. I crouch down and open my arms out for Leilani, and she walks into them hesitantly after a little push from her father.

"Do you remember me?" I ask her.

"Pretty," she mumbles against my skin.

I laugh, tickling her belly. "I must be really pretty, huh?"

"Very pretty," Ioane compliments.

Warmth floods through my belly, and I smile up at him. "So do you want to play in the water?"

He nods his head. "Leilani, let's go splash."

He holds her in the ocean while she hits the water with a big splat. The water flies everywhere, and I splash her back carefully. She giggles, and soon we're in a splashing contest. Ioane is thrilled that Leilani and I are getting along. We spend the day playing in the water, and then Leilani decides she wants to bury me in the sand.

Ioane makes a pillow for me out of sand, and I lay back on it. Then Leilani starts dropping spoonfuls of sand onto my body with a plastic toy shovel. I close my eyes, reveling in the warmth of the sun beating down on me. A part of me wishes I could stay with Ioane forever. He's so playful and kind, and I love his daughter. Maybe in another life I could've stayed on the island, and we could have gotten married.

Instead, I'm married to an angry, hateful manwhore who can't keep it in his pants for two weeks. I force myself to relax, breathing in and out. I shouldn't be thinking about James right now. I should just enjoy Ioane and Leilani's presence. Why am I even letting James get under my skin?

It takes Leilani about an hour and a half to bury me, and then she lays on top of me. I grin as her eyes fall shut, and Ioane makes eye contact with me.

"I'm sorry she's sleeping on you. I can pick her up," he says, already moving to take her in his arms.

"No! It's okay, really," I tell him. I feel so happy to have her relaxing on me. Her small body feels like a nice weighted blanket over the sand on my body, and I feel toasty and warm.

"I'll go and grab some fruit for us to eat from my car. Wait here," he says.

"I was planning on it," I tease him.

When he returns, there is a large Tupperware container of melons, strawberries, and pineapples in his hands. He insists on feeding me while I lay down, so I open my mouth and allow him to spoon pineapples to me.

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JAMES' POV

Sofia changed into a bikini early this morning, no doubt heading to the beach to meet the fucker. She's been there for hours now while I flip through random channels on the TV miserably.

I decide to head to the beach to see what she's up to. It's high time that I interrupted her date with that fucker. He's probably fawning over her body no doubt.

I drive down to the beach, walking along the strip until I locate them. Leilani is sleeping on Sofia's stomach while the fucker spoon-feeds her fresh fruit. They look like a happy little family, and it makes me sick to my stomach. I resist the urge to break his nose.

I walk right up to them. "Hey," I interrupt. "Can I talk to you?" I ask her, completely ignoring the fucker that's feeding her.

She glances at me and then looks at him. "I'll take her," the fucker says.

He lifts his daughter off my wife, and she sits up, the sand covering her body crumbling apart. She stands up, crossing her arms over her sandy chest. "What?"

"I'll give you two some space," the fucker says, walking away.

Sofia looks at me with a downturned expression. The words come spilling from my mouth like I have no control over them. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you yesterday. I just felt uncomfortable with you sharing your life's details with him, especially since we haven't talked about your dad."

She sighs. "You can't expect me to hide parts of my life that I want to share with other people."

"But can we both agree you'll never tell anyone that you married me for money while I married you for my reputation?" I wouldn't be able to stand it if she shared something private like that with Ioane.

"Of course," she says. "That stays between you and me."

And a thrill runs up my spine at that. I like having something private shared between us two. "So can you forgive me?"

"As long as you understand that I have a right to talk about my life with who I want."

It doesn't make me happy, but I do understand that she's entitled to speak with anyone about what she wants. "I do understand."

"Then I forgive you."

"Can I get a hug?" I ask her.

She looks me up and down and quirks an eyebrow at me. I'm still wearing a cotton T-shirt and shorts. "I'm covered in sand James," she says.

"I don't care," I tell her, surprising myself.

Her eyes widen, and she leans in to hug me. One of my arms wraps around her tiny waist while the other wraps around her legs, my fingers biting into her full ass. She smells like the sea and salt, and I want to melt into her whole. Her head tucks into my chest, and I only have a brief moment to embrace her before she pulls back.

"Do you want to head back home?" I ask her. "We can have dinner together if you're hungry."

"Um, sure. Let me just say goodbye to Ioane."

I try my best to keep my expression neutral as she walks over to him. They hug goodbye, and he kisses her cheek before she pulls away. She wasn't worried about getting him sandy. When she walks back over to me, a small smile stretches across her face. That's better. I'd much rather be the cause of her laughter and smiles than her jumping out of moving cars.