~Camila’s POV~
I could see Liam was ecstatic that I was going to drop him off. I'm not sure what it's like to be a mother, but I'm going to do my best for this child. We exited the vehicle and I accompanied him to his class, and as soon as I got down to his level, he kissed me and gave me a high five. I kissed his brow and returned to the vehicle. I didn't know how to get back to my apartment to fetch my clothes, but I didn't need anything since I had just come to San Diego. I had a few items I needed to collect.
"Robin, Are you busy today?"
"Not at all, ma'am."
"Thank God, I have a lot on my plate. Take me to Groove Road, number 65."
"Of course, ma'am."
I returned to my old flat, grabbed my clothes, and walked downstairs to meet Robin. I informed Robin we were heading to the mall and he ignited the vehicle. Liam didn't have toys like a typical child. His room was simple as if it belonged to an old person. I went to a toyshop and purchased toys and video games for Liam, as well as some clothing for myself. I haven't gone shopping since I moved to the United States.
"Robin, could you check with Mary to see if she needs anything for the kitchen?"
"Indeed, Mrs. Grayston." I purchased virtually everything since Liam is only a youngster and hasn't begun any sports yet. Mary didn't need anything, so we returned to the villa. I walked to Liam's room after arranging my things in the closet. I transformed his room into a child's room, complete with toys and sports equipment. It was time to go get Liam. I rushed down the stairs, not because I was late, but because I wanted to be on time for him.
"Would you mind giving me your car, Robin? I'm going to pick up Liam. "
"Your car has arrived. Should it not be suitable for you, please inform Master and he will have it changed for you."
"Thank you very much, Robin." For a brief period, she was taken aback when she received the car keys from Robin. She didn't expect him to purchase such a costly vehicle for her, especially since it would just be used to transport Liam to school. Camila waited outside, just like the other parents. One of the teachers was escorting my kid. He looked about, and when he didn't see me, he grimaced, as if going to weep.
"Mi Cielito," I called him quickly. He was so pleased when he heard that, so he started running towards me.
"Mommy, you came!" I kissed his brow and held him.
"Of course, I showed up. A promise is a promise, and one doesn’t break promises." I opened the door for him, and he walked in smiling. Then I heard someone say hello to me.
"My name is Amanda Owen, and I'm Liam's teacher."
"Hello, Mrs. Owen. "My name is Camila Grayston.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Grayston." I would like to see more of you. "
"Of course, certainly," she says. I stretched my hand to take what she was offering me. "What exactly is this, Mrs. Owen?"
"We'll have a parents' meeting next Friday." I hope to see you there. Mr. Grayston has never attended a meeting. I'm hoping you will.
"Of course, please excuse my husband. He's constantly busy, but I'm sure he'll find the time some time. "I'm going to go now." I got into my vehicle and drove away. "How was your day at school, baby?" I inquired of Liam.
"It was all right." With a lengthy face, he said.
"Did the youngsters get on your nerves today?"
"Nope, not a chance. "I scolded them today."
That’s my boy, so we are going to play ice hockey today. "Do you?"
"Thank you very much, Mom. You're the greatest." My life would be perfect if I could see a grin like that every day. I'm simply thrilled he's such a free spirit. When we got to the rink, he changed. His trainer was waiting for him. Liam was excited about getting started. I sat and waited on the seat outside, for him. He looked so adorable in his hockey gear. I photographed him as he was playing and placed it on my screensaver. I was the last born in the family, so I never understood why everyone wanted to make sure I received the best. Looking at Liam, I can see why my brothers and cousins were so protective of me and wanted the best for me. Children are stunning and, as a parent, all you wish to do is to protect them. I snapped another photo and sent it to Stopher. He didn't respond, but I could tell he had seen it since his W******p profile image had been altered to the one I gave him. He finished in 2 hours, then we headed home. I decided to launch my fashion brand, exactly like I did in Mexico. When I first arrived in the United States, I wanted to work for someone, but no one was willing to hire me. I may as well do my own thing as previously. Plus, I don't do well when I'm being bossed around. It irritates me. We got to the villa. I opened the door for Liam, and my gaze met Mr. Grayston's. He was peering down through his study window at Liam, who was still wearing his hockey jersey. We entered, and I led him to his room. When he saw his room and some video games and toys, he was overjoyed.
"Thank you very much, Mom; you're the best."
"I’m glad I am. Let's get you clean." I bathed him and changed his clothes. He didn't disturb me, since he was too busy playing with his new games.
I left his room and walked to mine. Okay, so now I'm free. I've always wandered around in my underpants and bras since I was a kid. It's nothing new to my family. They were concerned but now have grown used to it. My dad says that my mother disliked wearing clothing while she was at home as well. I'm not sure when it began; it's simply a habit, and believe me, I'm not afraid of nudity. I am the epitome of nudity. Thank God, the only people in this home who would describe me as strange are the employees and perhaps Stopher. So, scratch him. When he spotted me nude this morning, he didn't appear astonished. Besides, with such a huge fucking list, he sees a lot of nude ladies now and again. If the folks outside don't think I'm odd, I'll go anyplace in bras and panties.
I went into my room and changed my clothing. I wanted to start planning my clothing line, so I chose the same name I used in Mexico, ‘Cammy.’ I also work as an architect. I design clothes and buildings. Many of the structures here were designed by myself, as part of my family's company.
I then sat on the bed, with my laptop propped up on my legs. I made an order for equipment with one of my Italian suppliers, which I was unsure would be fulfilled. To my surprise, the purchase went through. I began to wonder how much money was on the card Chris gave me. Of course, it was a black card with no limit. I walked to the window after making the purchase and made a phone call to my supplier.
~Christopher’s POV~ Camille was the nicest gift I have given Liam after seeing how natural my little wife was with him. After leaving my study I went back to my room. Camila was standing by the window staring out the window while on a call when I opened the door. As the phone was on loudspeaker, I couldn't help but overhear her conversation with whoever she was speaking to. Does she even have privacy at all? I swear I regret asking Mary to accompany her to my room. The young lady is constantly nude. I swear I do not want to touch that little girl, yet my wife is intriguing to me. Perhaps I should suggest having a room of her own. "Ciao Lorenzo, Spero che tu abbia ricevuto il m ordine." She stated "Camila Mendoza, che bella sorpresa, sì, ho appena ricevuto il tuo ordine, dove sei stata?" said the guy at the other end of the phone line. "È una lunga storia, ma ora sono tornato in attività, puoi preparare il mio ordine tra 4 giorni?" She said, I'm still perplexed as to how my sma
~Christopher’s POV~ “What exactly am I doing here? Are you insane? Have you gone f*cking insane?” Her icy gaze turned to my hooker. I knew right away no f*cking for me tonight. “Hey, what’s your name?” She questioned. “Mia.” My hooker answered. “Get out of my house!” “Camila!” I yelled. “Shut the fuck up! You’re not going to disrespect me in this house, Stopher. Never, and I mean never, bring another woman to this house if you want to f*ck. There is a place called a hotel. Next time you want to have sex, go there. You’re not going to insult me in my home, Mr. Grayston!” I could see her chest rising and falling out of anger, then she continued, “Robin!” She yelled. With veins popping out of her skin. I swear if I go near her I might get a few slaps. “You’re calling Robin when you’re half-naked?” “Look who’s talking,” She pointed her index finger at me, “Listen here if the husband is unruly? What should the wife do? Stopher, I am your wife, and you will treat me with dignity. You
~ Henry’s POV~ I’m not clear why Mr. Grayston wants to see me, but it must be something important since the elderly man seldom calls or is ill. I got into my vehicle and drove to the Grayston family residence. The gentleman awaited my arrival in his study. Inside, I went. “You’re wondering why I summoned you here, but the reason is critical. I hate the life my grandson lives. While his father is terrified of him, I am not. His constant lifestyle is a disgrace to the family name. I am not proud of Chris’s lifestyle choices, however, he has succeeded in business. He fills me with pride. His revenues exceed those of our family-owned business combined. He is an obsessive worker. I like the way he conducts his companies, but I hate seeing him on the news every day. If he isn’t among prostitutes, he is around anybody who is fuckable. I’d like to introduce him to a woman his age. I have heard nothing about him on the news in weeks. It’s a nice thing, but I’m curious as to whether everything
~Camila’s POV~I went back home to send the orders after dropping Liam off at school. While watching the news as I was busy packing the boxes, I saw my whore of a husband coming out of a hotel. Reporters gathered outside to check whether the female he was with was still inside the suite. So I stopped what I was doing and waited for the woman to leave the suite. I can’t believe I am doing this. I need respect if I’m going to play the wife. But if he’s going to humiliate me every time he gets a chance, I’m going to embarrass him even more. I waited while tapping my right leg on the floor. The wait was getting excruciating. I rose and paced up and down the corridor before deciding to stay seated and wait. The hotel door then swung open. I grinned. Tina Sands. I admired her but didn’t believe she’d be content with a one-night stand. Is she also a hooker?“Rumour has it that Christopher Grayston is married?” one reporter inquired. “How do you feel about spending the night with a married ma
~Christopher’s POV~I was in my study, trying to figure out how Tina ended up in my bed. I just have one rule; never screw anybody except prostitutes. How on earth did I end up with that woman? I am really appalled. Models and celebs irritate me. They’re clinging, and I’m not a fan of clinginess. I told that scumbag woman I was married, yet she decided to oppose me. I couldn’t help but laugh at my foolishness.Now my little wife is threatening me. This is going to be fascinating. No matter how inebriated I am, I always remember how I took a female to my bed.Why can’t I recall anything about the woman with the fake breasts? What does my wife mean when she says, ‘she would fire back a million times?’ While I was contemplating, my study door burst open. Nobody walks into my office without knocking. My eyes jerked shut, and I turned to face the person who had dared to open my study in such a way. It was Robin. He seemed to have seen a ghost.“Sir, the... the... the... the...” He comb
A large, muscular, strong guy stepped through the door as it banged shut. Camila turned to see who would walk into her office without knocking. Even though Liam normally knocks. “Are you so accustomed to prostitution that you don’t even dress up when you’re at home?” Camila was a tenacious lady. She feigned as if she hadn’t heard him say anything. She gave him a big grin. Camila had never grinned that broadly before. “What a lovely surprise, Stopher. What exactly are you doing in my office?” Chris couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him. His expression became solemn. “Where did you go today?” Camila was taken aback by the guy in front of her. He has never asked about her whereabouts in all the months they have been together. Why was he asking her today? “Since when, Mr. Grayston, have we started asking each other such questions? How is my whereabouts significant to you?” His demeanor turned to one of frigid coldness right in front of her. Camila’s neck was forcibly st
~Christopher’s POV~ Despite the fact that I bought out Cooper's cooperation from our family business, Mark and I have always been friends and Cooper's cooperation still bid their business ideas to my company, including our family business. I don’t work for my family business. I established my own company years back and, to my surprise, my company is doing better than our family business. One of the reasons I am still grandfather’s favorite, and of course, the old man wants me to run Grayston and family, but I have no interest in working for anyone or for the family business, even though I am the major shareholder of our family business. Mark was giving a presentation when I felt a hand on my pants. The force applied by the hand made it difficult for me to move. After a while, I felt warm breath brushing against my shaft and that alone made my shaft curl up. I felt a mouth on my shaft and the person under the table sucked my cock into the moon. I felt like I was in paradise. I’m not
~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.