His Second Wife

Chapter 74

~Christopher’s POV~

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. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“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.”

“What brings such a lovely lady like you to a club this late, and alone?”

“Let’s just 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 interviews, but no one seems interested in hiring me because they believe I’m overqualified.”

“That sucks.”

“That’s not even where the interesting part comes in. The interesting part is that I have to be a San Diego resistant in order to work here and, oops, I am Mexican.” She’s trying to tell me why she married me. She 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,” She continued.

“Well, 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 best friend, to be precise,” I said, biting my lower lip. She didn’t look surprised.

“Sometimes we just have to look deep behind people’s masks.” Everyone is wearing 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 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. Even if she starts her own business, it will be difficult because it will not be recognized.

“Please tell me about your family. Why do you feel like you need to prove yourself to them?”

“I 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 to work for my money.”

I laughed at her statement, but what surprised me the most was how much she reminded me of myself. I, too, was born with a silver spoon, but I started with my own shit. Even more surprising is how quickly

my heart beats at the mere sound of her soft voice, speaking to me as if we were old friends who had only recently 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 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 I am. I want to tell her about it. I think it’s fair since she’s my wife and she is going all out to get to know me and understand me.

No more secrets between Camille and me. I said that in the back of my head.

I can’t help myself. I fell in love with her like a fool, but I’m 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 faith?

“Are you all right, daddy?” Her voice jolted 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 about her just keeps drawing me in, and I can’t deny it any longer. I finally found my voice.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’m fine.” I locked my gaze on her. My beast was gnawing on my pants. But then I wanted to tell her about the other side of me, a side I have never let anyone see. But now Camila would have to see that side of me. If she decides to leave me because of it, she is free to do so, but I will not take anything from her. She is still the best thing that has ever happened to me, and then my 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. 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 by my side, I can concur everything. Firstly, she needs to know my secret. “Would my princess mind spending a night with me?”

“Oh no, handsome boy. I am not into one-night stands. I just came here to have a drink.” Playing hard to get, huh? Oh, I like the chase.

“How about I take you on a ride?”

“Nope, you are not riding me.” I grinned.

“Not you, my beast.”

“Sorry, I’m not riding your cock.” She never ceases to amuse me. My little princess is a tough nut to crack. I wonder if this would be a good idea. I mean, showing her the true me. I coughed and cleared my throat.

“I was talking about my car, the Lamborghini Veneno. I called it the beast.” She laughed.

“That sounds like fun. Perhaps, if the handsome young man knows how to handle a wild beast. He might end up riding the princess.” She winked at me after that statement.

Hell, I’m hard!