~Christopher’s POV~
Camille was the nicest gift I could have given Liam after watching how natural my little wife was with
him. I went to my room after leaving my study. Camila was standing by the window staring out the
window while on a call when I opened the door. As the phone was on loudspeaker, I couldn’t help but
overhear her conversation with whoever she was speaking to. Does she even have privacy at all? I
swear I regretted asking Mary to accompany her to my room. The young lady is constantly nude. I
swear I do not want to touch that little girl, yet my wife is intriguing to me. Perhaps I should suggest
having a room of her own.
“Ciao Lorenzo, Spero che tu abbia ricevuto il m ordine.” She stated
“Camila Mendoza, che bella sorpresa, sì, ho appena ricevuto il tuo ordine, dove sei stata?” said the guy
on the other end of the phone line.
“È una lunga storia, ma ora sono tornato in attività, puoi preparare il mio ordine tra 4 giorni?” She said,
I’m still perplexed as to how my small wife speaks Italian so well,
“Certo, è bello riaverti in attività, mi assicurerò di consegnare in tempo.” The man responded.
“Grazie Lorenzo, ciao.” She then hung up the phone. She leaped up and down like a child. To my
surprise, instead of being enraged since she was half nude, I just grinned and she smiled as she turned
to face me.
“Hello, Stopher. How was your day? ” I could grow accustomed to her, even if I won’t fuck her, but she’s
entertaining.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Hey Cammy, my day wasn’t bad at all, how about yours?”
“Incredible, I picked Liam up from school, and we headed to a hockey rink. He’s a fantastic player. Oh
my God, I love him, and believe me, you should take him out someday. He was playing hockey as
though he had done it before. Mi Cielito makes me very proud. He’s such a sweet little boy. You should
go see him play next week if you have the time.”
Time is a valuable commodity. This girl was ecstatic when she mentioned Liam, but I don’t have time to
watch children play sports.
“I have a company to manage, Camille. I can’t be out watching some sports when kids play.” When I
saw her frown, she shot back.
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“You don’t have time for your son, but you have time to fuck every skirt you see?” Chris couldn’t believe
what he was hearing and seeing in front of him. Even though I was a playboy, everyone in the city was
scared of me, but this girl, who happens to be his wife, doesn’t seem to be scared one bit. She
expresses her thoughts.
“Don’t you think you’re crossing the line, Camille?”
“Which line? Is there a line between husband and wife? I am on par with you.” He was stunned, and
when he glanced at her, he didn’t know what to say. She was fearless and unafraid of him. He
retaliated by barking.
“You do not talk to me as you wish to Camila Mendoza. I’m going to make you regret it.”
“It’s Camila Grayston now, Stopher!”
He looked at his little wife she stood there, half nude challenging him, and then he realized that the only
way to punish a woman is to fuck her. She was there, half nude in front of him yelling and making a
statement for herself.
I’d rip her pussy apart if it weren’t for self-control. He thought
He slammed the door and departed, looking at the girl who was gazing back at him without flinching.
He was enraged. Who does she believe she is? He pulled out his phone and dialed Mark’s number.
“Please meet me at our usual spot.” Then he hung up, walked downstairs, got into his vehicle, and
drove away from the villa like a lunatic.
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~Christopher’s POV~
Mark was waiting when I arrived at the pub. I walked into the VIP session having already ordered my
regular. I poured it for myself and downed it.
“Woah Woah, what’s up? What’s the matter with you? You need to slow down.”
“My wife.” My friend immediately broke out laughing.
“Can you tell me what your wife did?”
“She invited me to Liam’s sports day or whatever that is, I told her that I didn’t have time for it. Guess
what that little woman said to me? ‘You don’t have time for your son, but you do have time to screw
every skirt you see?’ Can you imagine that girl? I told her she was crossing the line, the nerve of that
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmgirl. She then went on to say that there is no distinction between a husband and a wife and that she is
my equal. She was challenging me nearly naked, Mark. As if that wasn’t enough, she stripped nude in
front of me today and like it was nothing out of the ordinary.”
“I told you I wanted to meet your wife, man. She’s intriguing.” He made fun of me.
“I swear I forgot she was a child. I wanted to fuck her hard and bend her over the bed, but she’s only a
little girl. I didn’t want to go too far with her. Of course, she’s stunning, but I can’t screw her. No.”
“Keep telling yourself that. Why are you sharing a room?”
“Ask me that fucking question again. I wanted to annoy her after she smacked me in the hospital, but it
seems that I made my own hell. I know that if I asked her to look for a room, she would chase me out of
the room, and love my room. I’m not sure I understand Mark. She is said to be 22 years old. Where is
she getting her guts from? Fuck, PLEASURE is no longer available for booking!”
“Well, I actually hired one female, and Belle is at home, so I can’t go home with another woman while
she’s there. It’s a death wish. So you can have mine and you owe me one.”
The lights to my villa stayed on, much to my astonishment, and I knew that all of my staff, except the
security guards, were asleep at the moment. I pushed everything to the back of my mind.
“Follow me,” I instructed my hooker. We entered the villa holding hands, and I kissed her as we climbed
the stairs. I couldn’t wait to get rid of all the tension. Then I heard a voice I wasn’t expecting to hear.
“What do you think you are doing? The hooker and I both jerked and turned to see where the sound
was coming from.
“What are you doing here for fucksake, Camila?”