His Second Wife by Favor V April

~Christopher’s POV~
Camille was the nicest gift I could have given Liam after watching how natural my little wife was with him. I went to my room after
leaving my study. 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 regretted 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 on 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 small wife speaks Italian so well,
“Certo, è bello riaverti in attività, mi assicurerò di consegnare in tempo.” The man responded.
“Grazie Lorenzo, ciao.” She then hung up the phone. She leaped up and down like a child. To my surprise, instead of being
enraged since she was half nude, I just grinned and she smiled as she turned to face me.
“Hello, Stopher. How was your day? ” I could grow accustomed to her, even if I won’t fuck her, but she’s entertaining.
“Hey Cammy, my day wasn’t bad at all, how about yours?”
“Incredible, I picked Liam up from school, and we headed to a hockey rink. He’s a fantastic player. Oh my God, I love him, and
believe me, you should take him out someday. He was playing hockey as though he had done it before. Mi Cielito makes me
very proud. He’s such a sweet little boy. You should go see him play next week if you have the time.”
Time is a valuable commodity. This girl was ecstatic when she mentioned Liam, but I don’t have time to watch children play
sports.
“I have a company to manage, Camille. I can’t be out watching some sports when kids play.” When I saw her frown, she shot
back.
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“You don’t have time for your son, but you have time to fuck every skirt you see?” Chris couldn’t believe what he was hearing and
seeing in front of him. Even though I was a playboy, everyone in the city was scared of me, but this girl, who happens to be his
wife, doesn’t seem to be scared one bit. She expresses her thoughts.
“Don’t you think you’re crossing the line, Camille?”
“Which line? Is there a line between husband and wife? I am on par with you.” He was stunned, and when he glanced at her, he
didn’t know what to say. She was fearless and unafraid of him. He retaliated by barking.
“You do not talk to me as you wish to Camila Mendoza. I’m going to make you regret it.”
“It’s Camila Grayston now, Stopher!”
He looked at his little wife she stood there, half nude challenging him, and then he realized that the only way to punish a woman
is to fuck her. She was there, half nude in front of him yelling and making a statement for herself.
I’d rip her pussy apart if it weren’t for self-control. He thought
He slammed the door and departed, looking at the girl who was gazing back at him without flinching.
He was enraged. Who does she believe she is? He pulled out his phone and dialed Mark’s number.
“Please meet me at our usual spot.” Then he hung up, walked downstairs, got into his vehicle, and drove away from the villa like
a lunatic.
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~Christopher’s POV~
Mark was waiting when I arrived at the pub. I walked into the VIP session having already ordered my regular. I poured it for
myself and downed it.
“Woah Woah, what’s up? What’s the matter with you? You need to slow down.”
“My wife.” My friend immediately broke out laughing.
“Can you tell me what your wife did?”

“She invited me to Liam’s sports day or whatever that is, I told her that I didn’t have time for it. Guess what that little woman said
to me? ‘You don’t have time for your son, but you do have time to screw every skirt you see?’ Can you imagine that girl? I told
her she was crossing the line, the nerve of that girl. She then went on to say that there is no distinction between a husband and a
wife and that she is my equal. She was challenging me nearly naked, Mark. As if that wasn’t enough, she stripped nude in front
of me today and like it was nothing out of the ordinary.”
“I told you I wanted to meet your wife, man. She’s intriguing.” He made fun of me.
“I swear I forgot she was a child. I wanted to fuck her hard and bend her over the bed, but she’s only a little girl. I didn’t want to
go too far with her. Of course, she’s stunning, but I can’t screw her. No.”
“Keep telling yourself that. Why are you sharing a room?”
“Ask me that fucking question again. I wanted to annoy her after she smacked me in the hospital, but it seems that I made my
own hell. I know that if I asked her to look for a room, she would chase me out of the room, and love my room. I’m not sure I
understand Mark. She is said to be 22 years old. Where is she getting her guts from? Fuck, PLEASURE is no longer available
for booking!”
“Well, I actually hired one female, and Belle is at home, so I can’t go home with another woman while she’s there. It’s a death
wish. So you can have mine and you owe me one.”
The lights to my villa stayed on, much to my astonishment, and I knew that all of my staff, except the security guards, were
asleep at the moment. I pushed everything to the back of my mind.
“Follow me,” I instructed my hooker. We entered the villa holding hands, and I kissed her as we climbed the stairs. I couldn’t wait
to get rid of all the tension. Then I heard a voice I wasn’t expecting to hear.
“What do you think you are doing? The hooker and I both jerked and turned to see where the sound was coming from.
“What are you doing here for fucksake, Camila?”