~Camila’s POV~“Don’t you think you are way too overdressed? I mean, not even the owner would be dressed like that.” Claudia mocked as she walked towards me.“Do you know who the owner is?”“Of course, I know who Cammy is. She’s a close friend of mine.”“I’ve been a lot of people’s friends whom I don’t even know, but I never felt the need to say I don’t know you. I don’t remember being your friend.” I said as I sipped my champagne.“Oh please, who would want to be friends with a nobody like you?”“This nobody ripped you off of everything you ever wanted. I’m sure you wanted the Grayston money and some shares, too, but they are all mine. Have a great day.” As I tried to walk away, she held my hand.“Don’t you think you are trying way too much? Who is your next target now, since you managed to steal from the Grayston family?” I smirked and winked at her.“Your brother.” It came out abruptly, but to my amazement, she let go of my hand, her eyes wide as if she had seen a ghost. Claudia di
“Oh my God, I think you went into the wrong restroom!” Exclaimed a woman with a sneer on her face while eye-fucking the man who had just entered the incorrect restroom. “Excuse me!” she yelled while continuing to eye-fuck the man.“I’m sorry. I’m looking for my sister. She’s been puking throughout the function.”“Oh, I’m sorry about that. Please, just make sure you lock the restroom because other people might enter and get the wrong idea.”The man waited outside the restroom and started to check if there was anyone with them. Then he finally spoke. “What is it that was so urgent?”“I’m off the game.” The man exhaled a sigh.“Go on,” he commanded.“Someone is keeping tabs on me. It seems like a lot of people are keeping their eyes on the golden girl.”“I see.” The lady came out and stood in front of the man, and suddenly music started playing in the main hall and could be heard through the speakers in the restroom. “Did you hear that? That’s our song. The lady swung around so her back
~Christopher’s POV~I can no longer deny the chemistry that exists between my wife and me. It’s just too obvious. Although she may give the impression that she doesn’t care, I take great pleasure in the impact that I have on her. I could feel her body quivering as I kissed her cheeks, which was very cute to witness. I could tell by the way her body responded to my touch how weak she had become. Since I am being completely honest, I know that I shouldn’t be seen with her; yet, at the moment, my wife is a target for a number of different things. I entered the launch with her, and once we were inside, Luke, her assistant, approached her with a glass of champagne and congratulated her. The venue was packed to capacity, and I couldn’t be more pleased with how well she did. She is still young but already possesses a lot of wisdom. I searched around for my Grandfather when my eyes landed on him. I stared at him for some time and the old man smirked. I walked up to him and found a seat near h
~Christopher's POV~Something is not right. I'm not sure what it is, but I can feel it. I have this strong urge to be close to my wife. It's as though there are a lot of strong forces working against her at the moment. I might be wrong, but I think my wife is in danger. When I came out of the restroom, I saw a shadow going to the control room. I didn't think much about it. I went to stand close to Camille.Right at the moment when I committed myself to stand up for my loved ones, Claudia started to search for me with her eyes. I had no choice but to get rid of her before she made things even more difficult for both Camille and me. Even though we are still having problems, I am expected to act in the most mature manner possible. I pulled Camille close to me and I heard her gasp. When Claudia stared in our direction, I immediately slammed my lips on top of hers. She did not attempt to dislodge me from her grasp. It makes no difference to me whether my strategy has been completely derail
~Christopher’s POV~Luke has to be mistaken. No way! There is no way that my best friend has been fooling me all this time, I mean all these fucking years. I know Mark has been up to no good but he wouldn’t do that to me. What the fuck is happening? Why would I listen to that guy? Claudia’s real name is Carman Cooper. What the fuck is going on? I feel like crying. Today is my wife’s launch. I was supposed to celebrate with her, but then I received shocking news. What does the Cooper family want from us? I suddenly feel a headache with a lot of hatred in my heart. This better is wrong information because I will fucking kill Mark Cooper. How can he do this to me? We have been friends since we were kids. Why did he send his sister to ruin my life? I suddenly feel like a lump blocking my lungs. I went inside, knowing full well that I was no longer myself, and that if anyone dared me, I would pounce on them, I will kill someone today. Right now, I need something that can make me smile, som
~Christopher’s POV~My wife, it is really her; she is here, with me in my time of need. What is she doing here?She smiled, “The name is Camille, and you are?” I grinned. She is truly remarkable. Never give up on me, on us, no matter what. She must have noticed that I was all over the place. I grinned once more.“My name is Christopher, but you can call me Chris, Stopher, or whatever you see fit.” She calls me that when she’s angry. I used to detest that nickname, but hearing her use such an idiotic nickname is like listening to music to my ears.“I’ll go with Stopher.” She gave a nervous smile and looked at the bartender. “I’ll have Dalmore Decades on the rocks.”What?“I prefer my drinks to be strong,” she stated.“I can see.”“What brings such a lovely lady like you to a club this late, and alone?”"Let’s just say, I am new in town, trying to get a job, but I could secure myself a job with all my qualifications. I’ve had a lot of interviews, but no one seems interested in hiring me
~Christopher’s POV~I decided to head back to our home rather than drive to her place because my house was where everything had started. Where she can see the reason why no woman has ever moved me. Where she can see, behind the mask, I make people see. Why I’ve been fucking everything that moves? I made people believe it was because of my ex-wife’s betrayal, but the truth is, part of it was. I wanted to forget everything about my lifestyle by marrying her. But did I really? No, I didn’t. I was looking for that one person who would fit my lifestyle, but I couldn’t find one. My wife does, I think. Even though she is always head-to-toe with me, she might not mind.“Is this your place?” She was the one who finally broke the silence between us.“It is, indeed,” I said as I opened and rushed to her side to open the door for her. “Shall we?” I asked as I extended my hand to her to take it as we walked in.“Sure.”We walked inside holding hands. I opened the front door and led her in. She loo
~Camila’s POV~“How many times have you practiced that position, princess?” I went completely still. He was nothing like the Chris I knew. Perhaps telling him I was aware of his secret was a mistake. I am starting to think twice now. But then, ever since that day, I have always wanted him to do to me the things I read in that sinful book. Call me crazy, but I wanted it. I looked at him and honestly answered him.“I lost count, Daddy.” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground. I’m afraid to look at him, but I can tell he’s giving me a sinister sneer.“Safe word?” What is my safe word? I’ve been looking into these things, but I’ve never come up with a safe word. I even went so far as to double-check the BDSM side at the swingers’ club to ensure that I didn’t make any mistakes. So I said the first thing that came to mind.“Stopper.” I wanted to laugh, but I knew if I did, he would punish me. I saw them using floggers, straps, and whips, but Chris had more.“When you enter that dungeon, I want