~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.

The old man hung up on the call. I turned around to face Camille. She remained awake.

“What are your plans for tomorrow?”

“Not much. What’s going on?”

“Grandpa invited us to a family luncheon.”

“Do you want me to accompany you?”

“What exactly do you mean, Camille?”

“I’m not at fault. You’re always at a lot of hooker-related events. I was thinking you might want to hire one to accompany you to your family lunch.”

“Camila Grayston!” She didn’t even flinch when she glanced at me.

“Isn’t that what you do, Stopher?”

That Stopher name, again. I sighed audibly.

I don’t need to. Grandpa said bring your family, not your hookers. Prostitutes are not family, Camille. You are my family, no matter our differences. I’ll never meet my family with a hooker. They are aware that I am married, and Liam will never consent to refer to a stranger as

son on Camille because she has a soft spot for that young man. She let out a

It’s not clear to me why she looks so innocent but she also looks like

know I need a nice fuck. I have to avoid having sex before this luncheon or else all hell breaks loose. I have to convince myself that it’s all for the best. If I want Camille to behave today, I need to have myself under control. I was running on

back of my head. This girl is going to be the death

married her because she was beautiful or that I needed a

~Christopher’s POV~

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

with hookers, her body

shower, but Camille was already in there, so I went to the guest bathroom to avoid being late. When I returned, she was still using the restroom. I suited up and went downstairs to wait because if I dared to wait here, I might get a stiff cock again. Liam arrived in sweatpants. The Cammy-designed brand. When we go to our Grandfather’s house, we always dress more formally. I’m not sure who started this formal clothing code, but we’ve always done it,

you must change into a formal

we going to a gala or

you’re not allowed to

can’t wear this, okay, wait for me.” I overheard

fuera a conocer al Presidente? Es un maldito almuerzo. Te mostraré cómo vestirte para el almuerzo,

I don’t have any evidence. She looked stunning in

“Camille!”

what I like to wear. I’m at a loss about what to wear. The one thing I’m

“You’re joking, right?”

the back door, I instantly removed my tuxedo and draped it over her. If I allowed her, I’m sure she’d do it. She is unconcerned

stared at me. I married the little devil. I feel like

something to do first. Don’t worry; it will only take 30 minutes. Please forward me the address.” If I had a debate with this person, I would never win.

“Alright, be quick.”

Grayston family house

sitting, yet it was not even 1 p.m. Grandpa was not yet seated at the table, but I took my place. My family infuriates me. We are all distant for a reason, and I would prefer to maintain that distance. My siblings’ spouses are equally vexing. They are obsessed with fashion and the newest cars on the market. None of them could get close to Camille. She works for her money, she is a loving mother. Although Liam is not her blood, she loves the boy with everything in her. The spouses of my brothers aren’t even close to their children. Camila is a trophy wife, yet she outshines them all in terms of beauty and intelligence. I made certain that I would choose a seat near where my grandpa would be

have your wife

think I was married. I turned to face whoever was laughing, but they all ceased laughing as I attempted to ascertain who

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