~Christopher’s POV~

When I finally did manage to open my eyes, it was still the wee hours of the morning. I wrapped Camille’s arms around me as usual, and idly played with her hair, thinking about what had happened the night before. I was certain I wasn’t hallucinating. To my surprise, I wasn’t; Camille, my perfect sub, was still in bed with me, where she belonged.

What am I going to do with Mark Cooper?

Because I was at a loss for what to make of what I saw the day before, at my wife’s launch, these thoughts have been keeping me awake all night. I don’t know how to process what I saw. But one thing is certain: I must find Luke. In the meantime, I reach for my phone on my nightstand to search for anything. I’m just looking for any loopholes. Why was I so blind all this time? Has he always had feelings for my wife, or did they develop more recently? The guy fucking sent his sister after me to ruin me. Was Liam part of the plan?

My mind was racing as I tried to piece together the puzzle. What does Mark desire? Instead of sleeping and waiting for Mark to act, I untangled myself from Camille’s limb and headed out the door to get my morning coffee. Camille wasn’t a heavy sleeper, but after yesterday’s session, she was not going to wake up anytime soon.

While I was brewing my coffee, I reflected on what Camille had said. “What if I am not the only person who knows this side of you? What if there was another person close enough to you that knew this, but you were too busy to notice?” Does she know something? The problem with my wife is that she knows much more than I do and is pretty good at hiding information. What was she on about? Who else knew this side of me? Could there be someone else? I doubt it because I have never once come out in the open about my lifestyle, except when I was in college. Not that anyone could have noticed that side of me, as we were all having a blast. Nah, I didn’t blow my cover then. But who else knows about this side of me?

Mark?

I don’t think so. Right now, I want to deal with him for wooing what’s mine. Mark, knowing my secret, it’s not possible. I was only wearing my sweatpants when I walked over to the couch, and once I got there, I sat down on it. As usual, my newspaper was on the coffee table. One thing Robin never forgets is to

plate full of a full fry-up. When did he get here? I don’t understand how he manages to eat the exact same plate of lard every single day

have anything new for me?” He inquired as he sat on the couch opposite mine,

official just yet, but do you think there’s a chance Mark plays for both teams?” When I asked, the

am I not surprised?” I creased the newspaper into folds and put it to the side. What my grandfather just said has piqued

it’s true?”

into space and continued, “Back in the days, his father was accused of raping

couldn’t believe

There’s a chance he modeled himself after his father, assuming the rumor was

as the elderly man finished his meal and stood

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