His Second Wife by Favor V April

My wife, it is really her; she is here, with me in my time of need. What is she doing here?

She smiled, “The name is Camille, and you are?” I grinned. She is truly remarkable. Never give up on me, on us, no matter what. She must have noticed that I was all over the place. I grinned once more.

“My name is Christopher, but you can call me Chris, Stopher, or whatever you see fit.” She calls me that when she’s angry. I used to detest that nickname, but hearing her use such an idiotic nickname is like listening to music to my ears.

“I’ll go with Stopher.” She gave a nervous smile and looked at the bartender. “I’ll have Dalmore Decades on the rocks.”

What?

“I prefer my drinks to be strong,” she stated.

“I can see.”

like you to a club

say, I am new in town, trying to get a job, but I could secure myself a job with all my qualifications. I’ve had a lot of

“That sucks.”

to get to know her. Why did I ever fucking think my wife was a little girl? Our conversations aren’t forced. I looked at her and felt

daddy instead of a pretty boy.” I paused and gazed into her lovely eyes. The eyes that had been boring into my soul since the day I married her, the

me. “Mind if I hug you, daddy?” The Daddy calling was a bit dragged, “You look like you need it.” I nodded and stared at her. She then leaned in to give me a hug. “It’s better you are facing a betrayal which you can still survive without a friend. I left Mexico to come here to be on my own without the help of my family. I am just looking for greener pastures, but guess what? Nothing seems possible here and I can’t tell them I failed or returned home empty-handed.” She was right. Her issues were more serious than mine. Mine was merely a betrayal. She would be unable to work if she did not obtain residency. She’ll have to return home empty-handed.

Why do you feel like you need to prove yourself to

was born with a silver spoon, but no one knows, because I don’t want that kind of fame. I want the fame that I will create for myself. Not because I am the daughter of a certain someone and have to enjoy the benefits of being their daughter. I want

reconnected. As she spoke, my gaze was drawn to her soft red lips. My ears rejoiced at being able to rejoice in such a voice. There was just something in her voice that I never noticed because I was too busy labeling her as young, but my wife and I have a lot in common. I didn’t like the idea of taking over my family company, so I started my own company. I didn’t know this piece of information about her. I’m glad we can finally talk about the things I failed to ask before because I was too scared to fall for her. There’s something about her that makes me want to listen to her for hours. Even her moans were pleasing to my ears. I should have

me. I said that in the back of my

with her like a fool, but I’m willing to heed my grandfather’s advice to “trust Camila.” If he can

me in: something in her voice, something in her curves, something in the

son. I’m not sure why, but I’ve never had feelings for Claudia, or should I say, Carman. It was all about sex. Camila taught me to love my son.