My face flushed into a mask of rage.

“Your wife wishes you a happy anniversary!” The caption said.
[beep beep]
“Too bad you couldn’t wait around to see it in person,” the SMS said.
“Son of a bitch!” I blurted out before I could control my reaction.
My face flushed into a mask of rage.
Amy came over to me and embraced me in a smothering bear hug while Vicky picked up her phone.

The Vixen The Lust Boat 1 by Anna Dubois

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