His Second Wife by Favor V April

Before I left for work, I dropped Liam off at school. Yesterday, I listed jobs online and I saw a few applicants, I will be running the interviews today. I’m going to need a lot of help with the house. I then proceeded to my brother’s meeting after sending emails with interview details. Despite how much I despise it, I’ll do it since it’s family. My brother was supposed to attend a meeting today with some new company, apparently owned by a mysterious man and the son of the Cooper family. It was a good thing that they were able to understand everything. I hopped in my car and drove over to the establishment.

The Coopers are apparently the second-richest family in town, but then I heard the founder was not them but a friend of theirs. I’m now wondering who this rich friend is who founded the business, as my brother is so excited about this new business, he told me the real owner is mysterious and filthy rich. I arrived at the parking lot of Cooper cooperation and was taken to the meeting room by one of their staff members. The lady opened the door, revealing my whore husband. It doesn’t matter. I’m here to do business. I could see his eyes widen. I hate that his partner was already eye-fucking me. The man then reached out and extended his hand.

“Hi, I’m Mark.” The man stated

“Mark, who?” I asked, annoyed.

“Cooper.”

“Mr. Cooper, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Please, call me Mark.”

I grinned. Because I am a hothead, I hate meetings. I’m going to lose my cool if this man keeps eye-fucking me.

“No, Mr. Cooper sounds like business to me. Shall we, Mr. Grayston?”

My laptop was perched on the desk.

“I believe everything was sent to you, gentlemen. Do you have any further questions with regards to the proposed strategy?” I could feel my husband’s gaze on me, but I didn’t change my course of action.

~Christopher’s POV~

I was taken aback when my wife entered the meeting room. I had no idea she’d be taking Eduardo’s place.

Who in the world did I marry?

Then I turned to face Mark, who was already eye-fucking my wife. He should be grateful that he was my friend. The alternative was that I could have caused him irreparable harm today. This moron was incapable of closing his mouth, his mouth was wide open like a fish gasping for water. I put my palm over his lips to smother his screams. If he flirts with her, I’ll slap him. I vow with my life.

haven’t told me your last name. As I understand you’d like to call me Mr. Cooper.” Obviously, Mark

looked at me and continued, “Camila Grayston. Are we ready to begin now?”

Mrs. Grayston, we can get started.” That’s what I told her, and she didn’t

here to answer your concerns with regard to the contract sent to you.

usually do my homework before meeting someone new. That

a few tweaks that I need to make, gentlemen. The percentage will be altered. In fact, it won’t be 15% anymore. It’ll be

game is she playing

“17 percent,” Mark replied.

“Twenty-five percent,” she stated.

“OK, 20%,” he said.

she offered without

two minutes, Mrs. Grayston?” She simply nodded. I dragged my friend along, who is still perplexed

“Listen, let’s take 30%.”

possible for a woman to be both attractive and cold at the same time? Chris, that chick is unbreakable,

time being, we will take 70%. If you fight her, we’re going to wind up with

feel like bending her over that table and slamming

is extremely fortunate. I could have slapped him if we hadn’t been in a meeting. How could he possibly consider fucking my wife? Right, he has no idea she’s my wife, and he’s also my friend. I reattached my tie, trying

accept 30%, Mrs. Grayston,” I emphasized the last

signed online.” She presented us with a contract

do you think you’ll be able to start, and when will Eduardo

start date with you. I doubt you’ll see him, but you might see a lot of me instead. Eduardo is expected

you and Mr. Cooper. Thank you for your time. Avoid eye fucking me the next time you and I conduct business, Mr. Cooper.

Mark was holding his breath when I noticed him, and she

girl?” he

met someone you’ve been wanting to meet, and you’re already on the verge of

mean by that. I swear I’m going to

God almighty that you are my friend. I ought to have slaughtered