NovelBar~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
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?
Naa, 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 get me a newspaper.
A little under an hour into my thoughts, Grandpa joined me, carrying a 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 without gaining any weight. I try not to dwell on
the possibility that the old man’s arteries are blocked with plaque because he maintains a healthy body weight and exercise
routine.
“Do you have anything new for me?” He inquired as he sat on the couch opposite mine, munching on his full fry.
“We haven’t heard anything official just yet, but do you think there’s a chance Mark plays for both teams?” When I asked, the old
man laughed and then spoke.
“Why am I not surprised?” I creased the newspaper into folds and put it to the side. What my grandfather just said has piqued my
interest.
“So, it’s true?” I inquired.
“Nope,” he stared into space and continued, “Back in the days, his father was accused of raping one of his male employees, but I
“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Yep, so if he is playing for both. There’s a chance he modeled himself after his father, assuming the rumor was true.”
I remained seated in the same spot as the elderly man finished his meal and stood up. “Come to think of it, that family is weird.”
“When I first heard what Luke, Camille’s assistant, had to say during the launch of Camille’s brand, I immediately suspected that
he was telling a lie. Claudia is not Claudia, but Carman Cooper, Mark’s sister. Which means she approached me and Joshua,
knowing who we were, and Mark was at the center of it all.”
“What if Mark wasn’t acting on his own? You know, you bought them out of our company. And then Carman Cooper appeared in
Joshua’s life, and when things didn’t work out, she went after you.” What he was saying made a lot of sense, but these are just
theories, and I need to find out the truth. I pulled out my phone and dialed Luke’s number. The guy said that he had dated Mark
for four good years, and I knew nothing about it. It seems like with Luke I might just find the answers I’m looking for. He dropped
two bombshells yesterday, him dating Mark and Claudia’s identity, and I am pretty sure that the guy has a lot to say. I can’t
fucking believe that Mark has been playing me from the start.
Playing me and now pursuing my wife. What exactly is he looking for? Could he be after my fortune? It has to be the money.
Why would he send his sister to me if not for money? And given that my wife is the one who runs the business, he believes that
he can get his hands on the money that I’ve worked so hard to earn. I scoffed at the prospect of Mark pursuing my possessions.
I asked Luke to meet up with me at a certain time, and he agreed to do so after I made the appointment. I continued searching
the web for anything. I’ve never been a fan of the internet. I only read the news. Even when I’m trending, I never watch the news.
If it’s on TV or anything, I wouldn’t know unless they used a newspaper. That’s when I would know, as I read a newspaper daily.
Then I came across Mr. Cooper’s scandal. Maybe I will have to look for the man whom he raped. Another statement concerning
the Cooper family piqued my interest. These have to be rumors. I closed my phone and placed it back in my pocket.
Breakfast
I need to get breakfast ready for my lovely wife..
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