"Mr. Bolton..." Sam did not move a muscle but simply looking at her. The girl seemed to have made up her mind. She arched her back and was ready to give him a kiss. Yet Sam suddenly frowned and pushed her away.
The girl was startled, Charless speechless, Sam himself confused...
"What's wrong? Are you even interested in women now?"
As if struck by lightning, Sam stood still and pondered on this strange question.
The new girl whose kiss was rejected kept her eyes wide open, holding her breath.
"Sam, are you really..." Charles swallowed his saliva and scanned Sam from head to toe.
Being doubted his mojo, a horrible storm stirred in Sam's mind, "I don't have a problem. I was a fracking tiger when I had sex with Chloe!"
"Who is this, Chloe?"
"That's my wife!"
"Oh, that's her." Charles slapped his forehead in surprise, "Sam, have you fallen in love with her?"
"Bullsh*t!" Sam was so angry that he almost swept the wine glass off the table.
Charles rubbed his nose and said, "Let me rephrase it, do you only like her body and nothing else?"
This made a lot more sense than the first one. Sam held his arms on the back of the sofa, with his mood lightened a little. "Maybe."
Charles offered a suggestion in a flash, "You only like her body? That's easy to fix. Just sleep with her a few more times. Once it starts to get old, you won't have any feelings for her."
Sam was suddenly enlightened by this piece of advice. He raised his glass and clinked it with Charles'. The strong liquor burns his throat so much the heat spread across his entire body. And that heat turned into an insatiable fire of lust, the desire for Chloe!
The new girl was smart enough to start pouring drinks to the two bosses. Been through high school with Sam, Charles went down the memory lane with him, recalling the ups and downs, as if they would never run out things to talk about.
"By the way, do you remember Ms. Wallace?"
Sam held his glass a little tighter, and his drunken eyes turned sharp. He shouted a name, "Melissa Wallace!"
Charles obviously drank too much and said, "Yea, yea, it's her. Ms. Wallace was a beauty at that time. So many of the boys had sexual fantasies about her, including you! Haha!"
With a bang, the delicate wine glass broke into pieces in Sam's palm. The girl shouted, "Your hand, Mr. Bolton!"
Sam, however, did not seem to feel any pain at all. His piercing gaze punctured straight into Charles' eyes, giving Charles a chill in his spine. He got a little sober because of it.
Realizing that his mistake, Charles explained, "I know, Sam, Ms Wallace is like a goddess to you. I shouldn't have joked about your love. I just never thought that you still can't let go..."
"Can't let her go? Ah..." Sam stared at the bleeding cut in his palm and slowly tightened it, amplifying his pain. "I hate her for making a fool out of me!"
Charles noticed the girl who had been shocked. The girl snapped out of it and suggested with her voice still trembling. "Mr. Bolton and Mr. Sullivan, let me get the first-aid kit."
Sam took two pieces of tissue and pressed down on the wound. He got up and said, "Charles, it's getting late. I'm gonna call it a night."
Charles smacked his lips. Had he known this earlier, he would not have mentioned Melissa Wallace. "No. You're drunk as a skunk. You can't drive home with you hand bleeding like that. Let me give you a ride."
In the Bolton residence.
Chloe was lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket. She didn't sleep very well because of the new environment and was worried that Sam might suddenly come home.
She woke up as soon as she heard the ringtone of her phone. When she saw the caller ID, it was Sam.
"Mr. Bolton?"
"Hey, is it sister-in-law? Your husband is drunk. Can you come to the door and take him in?"
"... Oh, okay. She scratched her head and thought, "What the hell is going on?"
In the chilly night, Chloe put on a thin coat on top of her his nightdress. Recalling on her memory, she had a clear sight of two man at the gate.
"Sister-in-law?" Charles asked.
Somehow, the word "Sister-in-law" did not sound right with an indescribable irony.
She combed back her hair on her cheeks with her hand and replied, "Call me Chloe. Are you his friend?"
"Yes, Sullivan, Charles Sullivan." After introducing himself, Charles lifted Sam's arm and put them around Chloe's shoulder. "I'll leave him to you then."
Chloe held Sam up, who was so drunk he could not even open his eyes. She told Charles, "Thank you for sending him back. Drive safe."
Charles gave her a wave, got into his Hummer and drove away.
As soon as his fingertips touched Chloe's soft body, Sam gave her all of his bodyweight. Chloe's shoulders were sinking as Sam was knocked out out of consciousness.