His Second Wife by Favor V April

I woke up with a severe hangover.

Fuck!

I’ve never had a hangover like this before. It must be the difficulties and everything I’m dealing with at the same time. That causes me to check the time. It was Monday. Oh, my God. I needed to get my son to school.

“Robin!” I yelled as I raced to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once done, I rushed downstairs, and I saw Robin sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. I was so tired. “Would you mind driving us to school today?”

“Master has already dropped Liam off at school, ma’am.”

How could that conceited jerk have driven Liam to school?

That jerk is solely concerned about himself. I sat down on the sofa and before I knew it, I was dozing off again. It was about 11 a.m. when I woke up again. I walked upstairs, had a bath, and then went to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. On top of the table, I saw a file. I was tempted to open the file, but instead, I cooked my breakfast, ate, and went upstairs to change into a dress and apply red lipstick. I’m not a big lover of makeup, so I didn’t wear any except for the red lipstick and pulled my hair up in a ponytail. I adjusted my clothing while looking at my reflection in the mirror. As a social wife, you must ensure that the staff members are not dressed to the same standard as you. Of course, I despised dressing in this way, since it drew too much attention from me, the dress hugged my contours and was short, and I wore heels.

I was dangerously beautiful, there was no denying that I was a little peppery for a wife.

I picked up my car keys and the paperwork and went outside. I got out of my vehicle and walked up to the Gigantic glass contract building. I went inside since his personal assistant was not at the table. Chris wasn’t alone. The guy seemed to be a client. The guy looked at me with so much passion, as if I were a piece of steak. I fucking hate that.

~Christopher’s POV~

I hate clowns, and this dude wasted my time. Did I just forgo my lunch to meet up with this idiot? Isn’t Mark the one who said this guy was the finest in his field? I’m sitting here, listening to this moron rant. I massaged my brows. He went on and on about how much money Grayston Group would make out of the deal. Then I spotted him peering behind me. The moron then licked his lips and began dangling like a dog.

Why am I here again? I keep reminding myself of the same fucking question since this idiot walked in.

“I had no idea you had such a lovely assistant, Mr. Grayston.”

moron talking about?

is this idiot lustfully

beautiful, do you mind if I join you for lunch after my

I paused, blood

No, he didn’t.

to her. She was enraged, and I knew she’d start speaking Spanish anytime from

good time. What’s your name?” The fool in front of me blurted out, what was his name again? The way he bore me I even forgot his name. He got

this jerk just sniff

had to pull him back into his

here alive, apologize for sniffing her. You do not have the right to sniff her. You’re going to do as I say, or I vow to

fucked her once or twice. Let me simply get a piece of

me.” Then I heard a smack, “That is for insulting me.” Looking at him.

are you allowing a member of your staff to harass me?” I clenched my grip on him even tighter.

my wife.” I watched as his eyes widened. As I previously said, you will apologize to her or lose all you have ever worked hard for in the blink

Camille and apologize, “Ma’am, I’m very sorry. Please accept my apology.” I watched as her frigid face became

him 1 minute, and he was still anxious about his pride. It took him 5 minutes

presence. If not, I would have chopped your head

Shit!

she fights me, but now if she sees

barked to avoid answering any of her questions. I know she’s courageous, and I know she’d be smart not to ask me

the table.” I noticed the documents in

Fuck!

Why are you dressed like that, Camille?” I saw her giving

I didn’t care. I had no intention of letting her

sound so clingy? This is Camille, and she is merely a