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.”

a lovely lady like you

job with all my qualifications. I’ve had a lot of interviews, but no one seems interested in

“That sucks.”

wants me 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 the urge to kiss her. She was just the person I needed this night. “And how about you, pretty boy? What are you doing here by yourself?” She paused and stared right into my soul. “Late this night,”

I bet I am way older than you. You can call me 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 eyes that made me think of her every time I fucked a girl. “I was betrayed by my friend, my

a mask. You simply cannot afford to ignore anything. Pay attention to everything. People sometimes give themselves away, but we are too busy to see past their facades.” She came to a halt and looked at 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

me about your family. Why do you feel like you need to prove yourself to

that I will create for myself. Not because I

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 listened to Henry when he told me to get to know my wife and see if she had any issues with our age difference. Maybe we could have found a way through this together. I just hope Camille won’t run away from me when she finds out my secret. A secret I never revealed to anyone and never even mentioned to my ex-wife, a way of life I only engage in when I’m angry, but that’s just who

secrets between Camille and me. I said that in

willing to heed my grandfather’s advice to “trust Camila.” If he can trust her with our empire, why shouldn’t I take a leap of

me out of my reverie. Something about my wife drew me in: something in her voice, something in her curves, something in the way she walked, something in her eyes, something in her lips… Something

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. I did love Liam, but this girl in front of me taught me to love him on a whole new level. It was supposed to be hard to love him at this point after finding out about Mark’s betrayal, but with Camille