All Chapters of His Second Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~Camila’s POV~I simply do not understand. My brother and Chris hate each other’s guts. Since when did they begin dining together or even sharing a woman? I shoved the thought away. Chris is no longer my husband, and I must come to terms with the truth that I am wretched. I scoffed. So, he has been dating the woman he brought to the house the last time. I wanted to cry, but why should I cry for someone who isn't worth my tears? I need to forget about Christopher Grayston. I walked into Luke’s office using the crutches I was given at the hospital. I found him busy fitting our wardrobe to the model. Luke is really dedicated to his profession and always acts like a brother, even when he doesn't have to. He reminds me of my brothers. He escorted me to the display room, which was enormous and beautifully designed. We had five days until the launch, but everything went swimmingly well with Luke around. Luke seems to know of my decorating preferences, as well as practically everything else a

~Camila’s POV~I didn’t get any reply after sending the address to him. I sighed and went upstairs to take a shower. After I was done cleaning up, I wiped my face and body with the fluffy towel in the bathroom before changing into my nightgown. On a normal day, I could have just worn my panties and bra, but Robin was bringing my son. The only person who gives me both happiness and brightness in my life. That boy, oh how I love him. My short, silky crimson nightwear sufficed for the night because it was a little too hot. I didn’t wear my panties since I was feeling suffocated. I went down to the cellar and grabbed a bottle of wine for myself. I switched on the television and began to watch as I sipped my wine while I waited for my smile keeper to arrive. After approximately 30 minutes of waiting, I heard the doorbell ring, and I jumped to my feet. Still clutching my wine glass with my nipples clenched hard as fuck.The wine, I’m sure, is to blame. Through the silky nightwear I was wear

~Christopher’s POV~At that very moment, I could feel my self-control sliding from my fingertips. My narcotic of choice has been her kiss. My wife is my Achilles’ heel. I knew this girl was going to be the death of me the moment I laid eyes on her. The little self-control I had was gone, and that started to worry me, as I knew that kissing her and deepening the kiss made me want to do a lot of things to her. I knew I wasn’t going to stop until I accomplished everything in my head. I gripped her face in my hands and intensified the kiss even further. I slipped my hand away from her face and into her hair, tugging at the roots of her hair with both hands at once. After a moment, her head fell back willingly as a low-pitched moan fell out of her lips. Her eyes were fluttering wildly as if she couldn’t stop them. I yanked her hair even tighter and watched as a murmur slipped between her opened lips. Her thighs were clamping down on my hips with incredible force and firmness. As I choke he

~Christopher’s POV~I didn’t thrust any further. I just brushed her hair back with my fingers. I could feel her squeezing her legs together, which was impossible because I was wedged between her thigh bones. I took in a deep breath and tried to move a little, and she arched back and winced, but I pulled her back and claimed her lips. Her tears were streaming down her cheeks. I am angry, but I don't want her to feel worse than she already is. If I say anything right now she will tell me about how I never saw her as a woman. I began thrusting gradually, being cautious not to go all in. I looked at her teary eyes and I just knew the counter would cause her more pain, so I lifted her from the counter with my cock still in her kitty and headed to her room. I positioned her in her bed.“Camille, do you want me to stop?”Tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head in frustration. I drew her legs apart and slid between her thighs to place myself between them. I rubbed my shaft agains

~Camila’s POV~As I stood and gazed into the bathroom mirror and watched myself. My sore body was staring back at me. My temples were throbbing with discomfort. I cocked my head to the side. And fuck! I had love bites all over my body, from my neck all the way down to my breast. I’m not going to work with love bites all over my body. There is no way in hell I’m going to work like this. I slid my thighs open and, damn it! Even between my thighs, I had love bites. He marked me everywhere. There is just no way in hell that I will be going to work today. I’m going to call Luke and inform him that I’ll be working from home. I’m hoping I recover in time because my launch is just around the corner. If these hickeys do not fade before my launch, I'm really fucked. Oh, I can always use a makeup artist to cover all these love bites. When I looked in the mirror for the second time, my cheeks flushed, even more, the moment I realized that I had transformed into a lady. I lowered my gaze to my sha