~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 man, and what message are you trying to pass to your followers? Are you trying to say that it is okay to sleep with people’s husbands? Are you not ashamed of sleeping with a married man, given your status as a public figure and a lot of our children look up to you?” I watched as she glanced at the reporter while blushing and replied,
“Chris and I had been dating before he got married. I don’t care who his wife is, she is no better than me, she’s enjoying what is mine. I met him before she did.” She remarked before leaving the hotel. I switched off the television and went about my business. I grinned as I packed my customers’ orders.
I’m looking forward to tormenting my whore husband. His cock seemed to be a communal cock. I warned him, but now he’ll be sorry for ever insulting me because he thinks I’m just a little girl. I’ll show him flames,
The thought of punishing Chris made me sneer. I was busy preparing my client’s orders to be sent to a carrier so that they can be shipped back to Mexico when my stupid husband walked in without sparing a glance my way.
“Stop right there,” I yelled at Christopher as the vehicle pulled up and he got out of the car while wearing sunglasses, and walked into the villa. He came to a complete halt. I turned my attention to Robin.
“Leave us,” I stated.
“Of course, ma’am.” He responded quickly and walked inside. Stopher and I haven’t spoken since the last incident. There is no greeting whatsoever between us. Everyone was out doing their own business, unconcerned about who was doing what. Today will be the first time we spoke since the night I booted his nuts.
“I think I advised you to fuck anybody you want, just avoid the press. Ms. Tina Sands, your girlfriend, told the public that you and she had been dating for a very long time before me. I don’t blame your girlfriend for dragging my name to the party. If fuck drags my name to the press, there will be hell. I’ve never fucked you, so my name is a no-go area. Deal with it or I will fire back a million times, Chris. Oh, and I mean it, husband. You’re going to make a statement, even if your cock is throbbing in every skirt it sees, never ever drag me to your shit. I will not be treated disrespectfully. You are a public figure. Call the press for a press conference to clear up whatever foolishness you created. Oh, and when I say today, I mean today, since I’ll be checking my phone for updates. Mr. Grayston, your cock is unquestionably a communal cock. I have no problem with it, the problem starts when your call girls enjoy it and forget their stand.”
He was on the verge of strangling me. I maintained my ground and didn’t flinch when he glanced at me. “I’m not afraid of you, Stopher; just do what I told you to do, and it will ease your punishment, while the news is still fresh. I may just be a wife, but I have a reputation to maintain. Clean up your mess!”
He removed his spectacles. “Listen, kid, I don’t have time to nurse your emotions. Your only responsibility here is to look after Liam. Not you, interfering with who I fuck. Got that!” I grinned, a wicked look on my face.
“Remember, you married this kid?” Reminding him of the obvious, “Your deadline to appease my fury is today. At 6 p.m.”
I walked out on him and got into my car and went to the carrier service I use to deliver my customers’ orders. After that, I drove to Liam’s school and sat outside waiting for him. Today, I was way too early, so I grabbed my phone and checked to see whether my husband had scheduled a press conference, but there was none. I couldn’t help but crack a grin.
Mrs. Owen arrived with Liam, and we said our hellos. I took Liam to the rink as usual. I was going to add other sports for him today, but I had to teach his father a lesson first. I promised his trainer I’d pick him up in 2 hours’ time. I drove to an exotic club, getting into the finest one. I’ve never been in a relationship before, so everything is new to me. I strode in with my head held high, my bag in hand, my heels clicking on the marble floor of the erotic club.
Clack clack clack, that was the only sound that could be heard as I walked into the reception area of the erotic club. I was then redirected to a private reception area. As I made my way to the new area, there was sex happening everywhere I looked, blowjobs, threesomes, and BDSM, name it. It was unmistakably a swinging club. I approached the receptionist and requested a room and a bi-curiosity. The receptionist offered me a tablet with a list of participants and a photo of each. I asked their best girl. The girl in front of me smiled and pointed to a picture of a blonde girl, and then guided me to the room. I retrieved the key I was given by the reception girl, unlocked the room, and walked in.
~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.
~Camila’s POV~Chris’s brothers’ spouses are interesting; I can tell the type of people they are by looking at them. I’d characterize them as spoiled brats. You can tell from their appearances that none of them can cook a meal or even work. Well, the other one asked me a question, but I disregarded it. If she wants to get to know me, she should ask me probing questions. When I glanced at Chris, I could see he was irritated by the question as well. We don’t love each other, but we have to pretend to be like a loving couple because of these obnoxious people.“Where did you two go on your honeymoon?” With a grin, the woman, who seemed to be Chris’s second brother’s wife, inquired. These folks are a bunch of charlatans. I grinned as I gazed at her.“Why go on a honeymoon when you can do everything you can do on a honeymoon at home in your own bed?” I stated that while continuing to consume my meal. I left them stunned since no one said anything. I felt compelled to check. Except for the o
Camila opted to soak in the bathroom before Chris returned after a hard day at the Grayston family’s residence. She added rose petals to the bathwater, lit some scented candles in the bathroom, and filled the tub with warm water. She added a pinch of fragrant salt to her warm water. She went downstairs to get a bottle of red wine to drink as she bathed. She undressed and waded into the warm water. She groaned as the water soothed her skin. She poured herself some wine while she enjoyed the warm water. She didn’t realize just how tired she was after consuming the whole bottle of red wine by herself. Since the scent from the candles and the warm water were so relaxing to her tired body and mind. She then slept off.~Christopher’s POV~When I got home from Mark’s, I realized that my wife and I had nothing in common other than arguing whenever we weren’t pleased with one other. I removed my clothes and went to the restroom. The bathroom door wasn’t locked. I was startled by the sight of m
~Christopher’s POV~ I made a reservation for Camille and me. The restaurant caters to celebs alone. I know my wife is unconcerned about what others think of her. I don’t expect her to be dressed to the nines. I did not reserve a private place. Camille despises being in the limelight, but I want her to feel at ease with me today. I watched as her car pulled up, and reporters ran up to her, covering the only view I had to watch her. The only thing I could see was the flashlights coming from the reporter’s cameras. I didn’t dare move from my seat, knowing fully well that my wife could be wearing sweatpants. I didn’t care, since I know her. While I was busy pressing my phone in anticipation of her arrival, I overheard everyone questioning who she was, “Oh my God, who is she? She is such a beauty.” I guess they are referring to whoever just walked in, but then I glanced up and Fuck! It was my wife. She was so stunning. Why hadn’t she dressed this way before? I’m extremely pleased that
~Camila’s POV~I couldn’t think clearly.What made him kiss me? Why did my first kiss have to be with him, of all people? I couldn’t stop rubbing her lips to get Christopher’s fingerprints off or rather lips off.Why did he feel compelled to kiss me? Is he insane? What exactly does this mean? Is he trying to make things difficult for us?I removed my gown and proceeded to the shower. I then put on something normal and sat on the bed.Why did I choose to marry someone like him? Isn’t marriage supposed to be about having a happily ever after?They say love represents the start of a new life. But this is not how I envisaged my experience to be. I married a guy to get a permanent residency card. This union is a never-ending series of pains and sacrifices. Regularly, I am insulted. Every day, he creates headlines, and I have no choice but to sit and watch.Christopher is prosperous; why didn’t he take one of the whores as his sham wife? Why did he have to choose me? Why do I feel like I’v