My older lover, Mr. Brown, knew he had made a huge mistake standing me up to spend the evening with his partner and two escorts, especially since we were on vacation with my kids. I knew he was more than nice for letting us tag along and turn his business trip into a beach vacation, but after the drunken stunt he had pulled the night before, he owed me big time. We only had two days left before we needed to pack up and head back to reality—the reality being that he was my boss, too.
The kids and I headed back to the condo after a nice dinner at Chuck E. Cheese’s and it was pretty late. I got the text from Mr. Brown telling me to get back to the condo ASAP, because he needed to talk to me. I was pretty sure he knew how pissed off I was, and I made sure he knew how upset I was. We pulled into the condo, and Mr. Brown was out on the balcony drinking a tall glass of water. I figured he used that to take two aspirins to help cure the hangover he was probably also having.
My girls told me they were going to go inside and get their pajamas on, since they were pretty tired. I told them they could go ahead; I wanted to talk to Mr. Brown and a moonlit walk on the beach was a good way to calm me down. I let the girls go inside and I stayed out on the balcony.
Before I could even let him say anything, I told him how upset and disappointed I was—I didn’t want to fight with him, but he needed to know. He told me he was so sorry about the partner being there and bringing along two escorts. He told me he had been so caught up in the business deal and talking that he just kept ordering round after round for him and the business partner; that’s when the two girls just showed up. He told me the partner knew of Mr. Brown’s ailing wife, and thought he could use a “good night out.”
I asked if a “good night out” for him usually included hookers, and he told me that a few years back, he and this particular attorney used to hire escorts to go out on the town with, before they were both higher-ups at the firm. He told me he just hadn’t gotten around to telling his partner that he was actually seeing someone, and he didn’t forget me; he just lost track of time. I told him I understood that business was business, and I understood grabbing a few drinks and losing track of time, but I told him I didn’t appreciate being stood up.
He grabbed my hand and we headed down towards the beach. I yelled in and told the girls I would be back shortly. When I didn’t get a response I figured they had fallen asleep already. The moon was full and the white sand of the beach was so pretty. The crashing waves really helped to relax me. As we walked further from the condo, I realized there was a blanket and bottle of wine a couple feet in front of me. There were no other really close condos, so it practically looked like we had the whole beach to ourselves.
I sat down on the blanket and told Mr. Brown how my ex-husband used to treat me like nothing, and how he made me feel bad about myself. He would always gawk at other women, and I felt unattractive. I told Mr. Brown I never felt that with him—until tonight. Seeing him with those other women made me so mad. He looked at me and told me that I’ve never looked as hot as when he saw me angry…