Fix your mess

~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.