His Second Wife by Favor V April

What was that? What on earth was I thinking? Did I really do something like that with that man whore? Camila, are you out of your mind? He will simply strip you of your innocence and abandon you. My hands raced to my face to conceal a scream.

~Christopher’s POV~

How could she have shaken my universe and leaped in that way? Could she possibly be a virgin… My eyes widened. However, she was spotted in a swinger club. How is that even possible? No, she is far too sophisticated. She cannot be a virgin. That is inconceivable.

My mumbling remained difficult.

Fuck! Camille.

22, but she isn’t talking about her birthday. That is unusual for a female. Women revere their birthdays, but Camille does not. I’m beginning to believe she has no idea tomorrow is her birthday. Of course, assuming the date on our marriage certificate is accurate, I exited the study and went into the room to discover her already asleep. I crawled to my bed and encircled her in my arms. The next morning, we awoke to Liam singing Happy Birthday to his mother while holding a cake that I believe Mary helped him with making the cake. I noticed my petite wife wiping away a tear. To be

does not regard them as servants; she regards them as family members. She is a mother figure to many, despite her youth. I truly want to meet her family one day. To be honest, she’s the best, only she’s supposed to be more like a younger sister to

the press will always follow me wherever I go. This is exactly what my wife desired, and

is here in the first place for my benefit. They wouldn’t give a damn about me banging ladies. I came dangerously close to crossing the line with Camille last night. Fuck! That girl. She is going to make life difficult for me. Nobody kisses quite as she does. Nobody has sucked me in recently. They are all incapable of sucking. Fuck, Camille is infiltrating my life at a rate that even I can’t keep up with… However, no one is concerned about her youth. Is it just me who has a problem with our age difference? I swear I love her, yet I am unable to own her. I despise seeing her sad. To everyone else, she is more like a mother than an employer. I love my wife and it would break my heart to see her with someone else. Each time I fuck a lady, I’m aware that it hurts her womanly pride to witness me fucking around. She needs to understand that we will never have sex as a

anyone who dares

I was confident that Mary and the girls would arrive shortly. I

Fuck!

and down. Camille without sweatpants is fire and ice at the same