~Christopher’s POV~
“What exactly am I doing here? Are you insane? Have you gone f*cking insane?” Her icy gaze turned to my hooker. I knew right away no f*cking for me tonight. “Hey, what’s your name?” She questioned.
“Mia.” My hooker answered.
“Get out of my house!”
“Camila!” I yelled.
“Shut the fuck up! You’re not going to disrespect me in this house, Stopher. Never, and I mean never, bring another woman to this house if you want to f*ck. There is a place called a hotel. Next time you want to have sex, go there. You’re not going to insult me in my home, Mr. Grayston!” I could see her chest rising and falling out of anger, then she continued, “Robin!” She yelled. With veins popping out of her skin. I swear if I go near her I might get a few slaps.
“You’re calling Robin when you’re half-naked?”
“Look who’s talking,” She pointed her index finger at me, “Listen here if the husband is unruly? What should the wife do? Stopher, I am your wife, and you will treat me with dignity. You may do anything you want as long as I don’t read about it or witness it for myself. There will be repercussions. Fvck anyone you want to fuck; just don’t let me watch your adultery on television or with my own eyes. You’re not going to enjoy my rage, Mr. Grayston. Robin!” She yelled again. I took a glance at my hooker. She was astonished and irritated, and she realized she wasn’t going to receive any tips.
Girls from PLEASURE, you can book them. Although an advance payment is necessary, we always provide tips. I glanced at my half-naked wife again and noticed Robin approaching. I hurriedly grabbed my tuxedo to cover her body.
“Yes, Mrs. Grayston,” Robin answered.
“Please help me remove this garbage out of my sight.”
When I saw Robin gazing at me, I gave him a nod. Robin immediately left with my hooker. I’m not sure how it happened, but I slammed her against the wall, hoisted her up with one hand, and stifled her,
“You don’t come to my house and start ordering me about. You see, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. This is my house, and I will do anything I want in it. Are we clear?”
I saw a tear falling from her eyes and veins protruding from her skin. Her eyes were blurry and crimson. As I let go of her, she used her small leg to kick my crotch. Then we both heard a small soft voice coming from the stairs.
“Mommy, are you alright?” Camille turned around, dried her eyes so that Liam wouldn’t see her tears, and dashed up to Liam.
“Yes, Mi Cielito,Mommy is okay. Go back to bed.”
“Can I hug you, Mommy?”
“Yes, darling, come here.” She hugged Liam and instructed him to go back to bed. I was in a lot of discomfort, the nerve of this girl! As Liam walked upstairs, I saw her now-red throat and eyes, and she began coughing, clutching her chest, and clearing her throat.
“I will never be disrespected by you, no matter what you think of me, Stopher, get that! You will not be pleased the next time something like this happens. We may disagree and may have married for the wrong reasons, but your son is here and he is watching everything we do. What do you think he’ll think if you and I bring our lovers as we wish to the house? How would you react if I brought a guy to your house to fuck me? Get that in your head, ¡Serás que empieces an actuar Como un padre, idiota!”
I’m not sure what she said, but I think she just called me an idiot. She’s fortunate that my balls are sore.
Fvck!
I reached for my phone and dialed Mark’s number.
Mark: Do you have any idea what time it is, man? He barked at the other side of the line.
Christopher: Come to my house. I need help. Ask Henry to tag along. He’s essential to my situation. I need help immediately.
Christopher: Chris, you are a moron. Okay, I’ll be right over. I heard him groaning out of annoyance.
After a while, Mark and Henry arrived, and I was seated on the sofa. I was unable to move.
“Man, what happened?” Henry, our family doctor, inquired. He is both a family doctor and a friend of mine.
“Well, my wife kicked me.” Mark burst out laughing.
“I have to love your wife, man. In fact, I already love her,” Henry remarked.
“Shut up, Henry, can I be fixed?” I asked.
“Well, technically, there is nothing wrong with you. All you have to do is put some ice on it. Don’t worry, you’ll be okay.”
“Ice?”
“Do you have any better suggestions? Well, I had no idea you were married.”
“He married a 21-year-old woman, and he’s been whining about her ever since. She’s slapped him twice already, warned him off, and now he’s being booted.” They both burst out laughing. “By the way, why were you kicked?”
“I strangled her.”
“You can’t do that to a lady, you know.”
“Have you ever met my wife? She intimidated my hooker and sent Robin to take her home. She called me, ‘Idiota’. I’ve been called a man whore man, I’m in hell.” They both burst out laughing.
“Did you marry a Mexican?” Henry inquired.
“Spanish, for sure.”
“She called you an idiot.” They both burst out laughing. Robin returned and informed me he had dropped the woman off and gone to his room.
“How can a 21-year-old be so stubborn?” My friends just laughed. "You ought to have seen her, standing up for herself, half-naked for that matter. I’m pretty sure I married my worst nightmare."
~ Henry’s POV~ I’m not clear why Mr. Grayston wants to see me, but it must be something important since the elderly man seldom calls or is ill. I got into my vehicle and drove to the Grayston family residence. The gentleman awaited my arrival in his study. Inside, I went. “You’re wondering why I summoned you here, but the reason is critical. I hate the life my grandson lives. While his father is terrified of him, I am not. His constant lifestyle is a disgrace to the family name. I am not proud of Chris’s lifestyle choices, however, he has succeeded in business. He fills me with pride. His revenues exceed those of our family-owned business combined. He is an obsessive worker. I like the way he conducts his companies, but I hate seeing him on the news every day. If he isn’t among prostitutes, he is around anybody who is fuckable. I’d like to introduce him to a woman his age. I have heard nothing about him on the news in weeks. It’s a nice thing, but I’m curious as to whether everything
~Camila’s POV~I went back home to send the orders after dropping Liam off at school. While watching the news as I was busy packing the boxes, I saw my whore of a husband coming out of a hotel. Reporters gathered outside to check whether the female he was with was still inside the suite. So I stopped what I was doing and waited for the woman to leave the suite. I can’t believe I am doing this. I need respect if I’m going to play the wife. But if he’s going to humiliate me every time he gets a chance, I’m going to embarrass him even more. I waited while tapping my right leg on the floor. The wait was getting excruciating. I rose and paced up and down the corridor before deciding to stay seated and wait. The hotel door then swung open. I grinned. Tina Sands. I admired her but didn’t believe she’d be content with a one-night stand. Is she also a hooker?“Rumour has it that Christopher Grayston is married?” one reporter inquired. “How do you feel about spending the night with a married ma
~Christopher’s POV~I was in my study, trying to figure out how Tina ended up in my bed. I just have one rule; never screw anybody except prostitutes. How on earth did I end up with that woman? I am really appalled. Models and celebs irritate me. They’re clinging, and I’m not a fan of clinginess. I told that scumbag woman I was married, yet she decided to oppose me. I couldn’t help but laugh at my foolishness.Now my little wife is threatening me. This is going to be fascinating. No matter how inebriated I am, I always remember how I took a female to my bed.Why can’t I recall anything about the woman with the fake breasts? What does my wife mean when she says, ‘she would fire back a million times?’ While I was contemplating, my study door burst open. Nobody walks into my office without knocking. My eyes jerked shut, and I turned to face the person who had dared to open my study in such a way. It was Robin. He seemed to have seen a ghost.“Sir, the... the... the... the...” He comb
A large, muscular, strong guy stepped through the door as it banged shut. Camila turned to see who would walk into her office without knocking. Even though Liam normally knocks. “Are you so accustomed to prostitution that you don’t even dress up when you’re at home?” Camila was a tenacious lady. She feigned as if she hadn’t heard him say anything. She gave him a big grin. Camila had never grinned that broadly before. “What a lovely surprise, Stopher. What exactly are you doing in my office?” Chris couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him. His expression became solemn. “Where did you go today?” Camila was taken aback by the guy in front of her. He has never asked about her whereabouts in all the months they have been together. Why was he asking her today? “Since when, Mr. Grayston, have we started asking each other such questions? How is my whereabouts significant to you?” His demeanor turned to one of frigid coldness right in front of her. Camila’s neck was forcibly st
~Christopher’s POV~ Despite the fact that I bought out Cooper's cooperation from our family business, Mark and I have always been friends and Cooper's cooperation still bid their business ideas to my company, including our family business. I don’t work for my family business. I established my own company years back and, to my surprise, my company is doing better than our family business. One of the reasons I am still grandfather’s favorite, and of course, the old man wants me to run Grayston and family, but I have no interest in working for anyone or for the family business, even though I am the major shareholder of our family business. Mark was giving a presentation when I felt a hand on my pants. The force applied by the hand made it difficult for me to move. After a while, I felt warm breath brushing against my shaft and that alone made my shaft curl up. I felt a mouth on my shaft and the person under the table sucked my cock into the moon. I felt like I was in paradise. I’m not
~Christopher’s POV~ I went upstairs to take a shower after eating. I knew I shouldn’t touch Camille, but all I could think about was sticking my cock around her cherry lips, fuck she wrapped it like no one else in my life. I’m sure my expectations of women will skyrocket now. I would have fucked whoever licked my cock beneath that table today if it hadn’t been Camille. Why did she feel compelled to do so? This is going to be difficult. While the water from the shower was dripping over my naked body, I was preoccupied thinking about the things I could do to Camille’s cherry lips, how I could thrust my cock deep into her lips as she sucked my brains out with her sinful lips. Camille was only in her lacy tank top and underwear when I got out of the restroom. I’ve become used to the fact that she seldom dresses. It’s probably a habit. I was ready to turn off the light when grandfather called. Chris: Hello Grandpa: Don’t be late for family lunch tomorrow. At 1 pm, bring your family.
~Camila’s POV~Chris’s brothers’ spouses are interesting; I can tell the type of people they are by looking at them. I’d characterize them as spoiled brats. You can tell from their appearances that none of them can cook a meal or even work. Well, the other one asked me a question, but I disregarded it. If she wants to get to know me, she should ask me probing questions. When I glanced at Chris, I could see he was irritated by the question as well. We don’t love each other, but we have to pretend to be like a loving couple because of these obnoxious people.“Where did you two go on your honeymoon?” With a grin, the woman, who seemed to be Chris’s second brother’s wife, inquired. These folks are a bunch of charlatans. I grinned as I gazed at her.“Why go on a honeymoon when you can do everything you can do on a honeymoon at home in your own bed?” I stated that while continuing to consume my meal. I left them stunned since no one said anything. I felt compelled to check. Except for the o
Camila opted to soak in the bathroom before Chris returned after a hard day at the Grayston family’s residence. She added rose petals to the bathwater, lit some scented candles in the bathroom, and filled the tub with warm water. She added a pinch of fragrant salt to her warm water. She went downstairs to get a bottle of red wine to drink as she bathed. She undressed and waded into the warm water. She groaned as the water soothed her skin. She poured herself some wine while she enjoyed the warm water. She didn’t realize just how tired she was after consuming the whole bottle of red wine by herself. Since the scent from the candles and the warm water were so relaxing to her tired body and mind. She then slept off.~Christopher’s POV~When I got home from Mark’s, I realized that my wife and I had nothing in common other than arguing whenever we weren’t pleased with one other. I removed my clothes and went to the restroom. The bathroom door wasn’t locked. I was startled by the sight of m