His Second Wife by Favor V April

~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 wearing, I could see my nipples squinting and attempting to attract attention. And yes, I had no damn panties on, and I am horny as fuck. I wonder what Robin will think when he sees my peck tits.

Heck!

Urgh, Robin might not even notice shit. Now I’m convinced I am a little tipsy. I made my way to the front door and opened it, only to be welcomed by Chris, who was holding Liam with him. Liam was sound asleep.

“What are you doing here?”

“You said I must bring back your son, so here I am bringing him back.” His rough deep voice sounded in my ear. Even though his voice was always rough, it was still soothing to me. But today it’s more than just soothing. It’s the wine. The fucking wine.

“You said Robin was bringing him.” I voiced out.

all the wine in my glass and cling to the glass with such ferocity I came within millimeters of smashing

This is my fucking house

“Follow me,” I instructed.

through all the effort of traveling here, since he already had people who were willing to kneel to him and go

him. “Daddy loves you.” My son answered out of nowhere when I was under the

too, dad,”

there, I couldn’t figure out what to make of it. However, I then waited for him to leave the room. When I looked up, he was readjusting his posture and caressing Liam’s hair back with his hand. The room

knows what. My heart plummeted into the glass of wine in front of me. I’m trying to keep in check and prevent the burning sensation

Pathetic!

the time.

How pathetic

stairs after approximately 15 minutes. I sank onto the couch as though I didn’t see him. He shouldn’t put himself in this position of having to deal with me. He shouldn’t have the audacity to ask me to accompany him; who the