His Second Wife

Chapter 12

~Christopher’s POV~

I went upstairs to take a shower after eating. I knew I shouldn’t touch Camille, but all I could think about was sticking my cock around her cherry lips, fuck she wrapped it like no one else in my life. I’m sure my expectations of women will skyrocket now. I would have fucked whoever licked my cock beneath that table today if it hadn’t been Camille.

Why did she feel compelled to do so? This is going to be difficult.

While the water from the shower was dripping over my naked body, I was preoccupied thinking about the things I could do to Camille’s cherry lips, how I could thrust my cock deep into her lips as she sucked my brains out with her sinful lips. Camille was only in her lacy tank top and underwear when I got out of the restroom. I’ve become used to the fact that she seldom dresses. It’s probably a habit. I was ready to turn off the light when grandfather called.

Chris: Hello

Grandpa: Don’t be late for family lunch tomorrow. At 1 pm, bring your family.

The old man hung up on the call. I turned around to face Camille. She remained awake.

“What are your plans for tomorrow?”

“Not much. What’s going on?”

“Grandpa invited us to a family luncheon.”

“Do you want me to accompany you?”

“What exactly do you mean, Camille?”

“I’m not at fault. You’re always at a lot of hooker-related events. I was thinking you might want to hire one to accompany you to your family lunch.”

“Camila Grayston!” She didn’t even flinch when she glanced at me.

“Isn’t that what you do, Stopher?”

That Stopher name, again. I sighed audibly.

“Camille, I haven’t gone to any of the events with anybody since you stepped in, and that will never happen again. Yes, I fuck prostitutes, as you already know that fact about me. I used to take prostitutes to functions, but now that I have a wife, I don’t need to. Grandpa said bring your family, not your hookers. Prostitutes are not family, Camille. You are my family, no matter our differences. I’ll never meet my family with a hooker. They are aware that I am married, and Liam will never consent to refer to a stranger as his mother. He knows who his mother is, and calling a hooker ‘mother’ will not work for him.”

I feel compelled to use my son on Camille because she has a soft spot for that young man. She let out a sigh. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Alright, Chris, good night.” It’s not clear to me why she looks so innocent but she also looks like a demon at the same time.

I went to the gym the following morning. I didn’t want to go outdoors since I’d ended up fucking someone and pissing Camille off. After what she did yesterday, I know I need a nice fuck. I have to avoid having sex before this luncheon or else all hell breaks loose. I have to convince myself that it’s all for the best. If I want Camille to behave today, I need to have myself under control. I was running on my treadmill when I saw Camille crouching outside.

Fuck that ass! I yelled at the back of my head. This girl is going to be the death of me.

So she works out. Camille has all the right traits in all the right places. The girl is really stunning. I keep reminding myself that I married her because she was beautiful or that I needed a wife for my grandfather to leave me alone or maybe for my son because he needed a mother. Let that sink in. I took a glance at my stiff cock,

~Christopher’s POV~

I went upstairs to take a shower after eating. I knew I shouldn’t touch Camille, but all I could think about was sticking my cock around her cherry lips, fuck she wrapped it like no one else in my life. I’m sure my expectations of women will skyrocket now. I would have fucked whoever licked my cock beneath that table today if it hadn’t been Camille.

Argh, please give me a break. I yelled at my cock. Camille teaches me to ride solo even after a good fuck with hookers, her body alone turns me the fuck on. I groaned, thinking I would have to ride solo yet again after watching her sinful ass squatting.

I went into my room to take a shower, but Camille was already in there, so I went to the guest bathroom to avoid being late. When I returned, she was still using the restroom. I suited up and went downstairs to wait because if I dared to wait here, I might get a stiff cock again. Liam arrived in sweatpants. The Cammy-designed brand. When we go to our Grandfather’s house, we always dress more formally. I’m not sure who started this formal clothing code, but we’ve always done it, while Grandpa would rock anything, even shorts. Camille was wearing identically matched tracksuits like Liam as she ascended the stairs.

“Camille, you must change into a formal gown.”

“Are we going to a gala or are we just going to lunch?”

“Lunch, but you’re not allowed to wear that.”

“I can’t wear this, okay, wait for me.” I overheard her muttering.

“¿Por qué tengo que vestirme Como si fuera a conocer al Presidente? Es un maldito almuerzo. Te mostraré cómo vestirte para el almuerzo, espérame!!”

I know she’s cursing at me, but I don’t have any evidence. She looked stunning in her tracksuit. She came down after 2 minutes, wearing underwear and a bra.

“Camille!”

“What!? This is what I like to wear. I’m at a loss about what to wear. The one thing I’m okay wearing, you told me I can’t wear, now let’s leave.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“Why would I? Let’s get going.” When I noticed Liam coming via the back door, I instantly removed my tuxedo and draped it over her. If I allowed her, I’m sure she’d do it. She is unconcerned about what others think of her. Every day, she’s half nude. I inhaled deeply.

“Alright, go put on your sweatpants.” She flashed me a mischievous smirk as she stared at me. I married the little devil. I feel like a parent attempting to advise his children on what they should and should not wear. She ascended down the stairs in her track pants.

“You get to go first. We’ll see you there. Liam and I have something to do first. Don’t worry; it will only take 30 minutes. Please forward me the address.” If I had a debate with this person, I would never win. Really mature, yet a demon.

“Alright, be quick.”

Grayston family house

When I arrived, everyone was outdoors, sitting, yet it was not even 1 p.m. Grandpa was not yet seated at the table, but I took my place. My family infuriates me. We are all distant for a reason, and I would prefer to maintain that distance. My siblings’ spouses are equally vexing. They are obsessed with fashion and the newest cars on the market. None of them could get close to Camille. She works for her money, she is a loving mother. Although Liam is not her blood, she loves the boy with everything in her. The spouses of my brothers aren’t even close to their children. Camila is a trophy wife, yet she outshines them all in terms of beauty and intelligence. I made certain that I would choose a seat near where my grandpa would be sitting. Grandpa came outside, wearing his normal shorts. As he drew out his seat, he asked,

“Where have your wife and kid gone, Chris?”

Everyone at the table laughed. They did not think I was married. I turned to face whoever was laughing, but they all ceased laughing as I attempted to ascertain who was laughing.

“She and Liam needed to do something before getting here.”

My phone beeped; it was a text message from Camille, accompanied by images of her and Liam. I grinned unintentionally.

“Are you beaming a smile?” My grandpa inquired.

“Yes, my wife has just texted something to me. They’ve arrived, and I’m obligated to…” Before the conclusion of my sentence, Liam and my wife were approaching the table. They approached and took a seat next to me. Everyone, save for my grandpa, was gazing at her with distaste since she wasn’t dressed in formal attire. I had to whisper to him,

“She said that if she is not permitted to wear what she wants, she will not attend. Believe me, if she says she isn’t coming, she isn’t coming. She wanted to come here wearing panties and a bra, so.” I

shook my head. My grandfather burst out laughing, the old man started choking. I watched as he drank water, looking at Camille amused.

“Who started that when people have lunch, they should dress as if they were meeting a very important person? This formal clothing requirement has always taken me by surprise.” Grandfather remarked, with his attention focused on Camille.

“Camilo Mendoza, bienvenida a la familia” I was unsurprised that my grandfather could communicate in Spanish.

“Es un honor, Sr. Grayston.”

“Te pareces a Fernando, y tienes los ojos y el pelo de tu madre. Catalina era una belleza. Me alegro de que su única hija esté ahora casada con la familia Grayston.”

“Señor Grayston, ¿conoce a mis padre?” Everyone at the table’s mouth was wide open. They took aback everyone at the table and were perplexed why they were conversing as if they knew one another. They were both smiling, and we were just there to listen to whatever they were saying.

“Sí, tu padre es un muy buen amigo mío.” Camila then rose from her chair and knelt near where my grandfather was seated, and he petted her back with so much tenderness. I’m not sure why she knelt before my grandfather and bent her head. Whatever it was, my grandmother and father approved it.

“She’s such a gorgeous young woman.” Grayston, I already like her.” My Grandmother remarked a statement none of my brother’s wives had ever received from her.

“I adore her as well, sweetheart. Now, let us all eat. I’ve been missing you all.” Grandpa stated. As we were both eating, someone posed a question to Camila.

“How old are you?” said Charlotte, the wife of my first brother. I pray my wife doesn’t answer that question because she will embarrass Charlotte. Camille was magnificently chewing her meal. If the lady was aware of the kind of devil lurking behind her little frame, she would not dare to ask such a question. She keeps placing food on Liam’s plate, picking and choosing what he should eat and what he should avoid.

“Mommy, may I have ice cream for today only?”

“Alright, Mi Cielito, just one scoop. That happens only if you finish your food.”

“Agreed!” I just hope no one challenges her or asks her questions she doesn’t need to answer. Everyone began eating.