His Second Wife

Chapter 45

~Christopher’s POV~

This is going to be the most difficult night of my life. I brought her here for a reason. Camille genuinely desires me, yet I am unable to provide her with what she desires at the moment. Why did I dare to enter these bed sheets naked? There is no way one of us will not cross the line. Camille is inebriated, and I would be the worst husband in the world if I did anything with her right now. Meanwhile rejecting her would only serve to demonstrate to her that I still perceive her as a young girl. I’m going to have to think quickly before she leaps on top of me. She seemed to be hell-bent on forcing us to work. However, this is not the right time. She turned and gazed deeply into my eyes as if she wished to understand me. We haven’t even gotten to know each other since we got married. I am the worst husband imaginable. She then leaned closer. Daring me not to look away, she moved way too close that I could feel her breath and pressed her lips on mine.

Fuck!

I’m not sure how I’m going to reject her without saying anything. I have no desire to make her feel rejected. With her determination, if I don’t act, she may fuck me herself. Maybe I should dry hump her.

Think Chris, think. You know that having sex with her today means that you will lose her completely tomorrow. I love my wife and I want us to work, but not like this. Think dang it! Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

My nude body was crushed against her, and I kissed her back. She threw herself on top of me. I know where this is going. Shit! I’m in a pickle. I was afraid that if I let her dominate me, I’d lose my mind. Not that I have anything against what she is doing. I have to stop and consider before she goes too far.

Fuck! Why does it have to be so delectable? I could have consummated our marriage had it not been for what is happening now. However, not now.

Chris, think with your head, not your dick. If you fuck her now, you could lose her for good.

“Ouch!” I yelled and she leaped from me.

“Are you alright?” She asked.

“No, I think I have a stomachache.”

I clutched my stomach and sprang to the restroom, oblivious to the fact that my dick was on display. She has, after all, seen it, and she calls it ‘tinny little dick.’

I sat nervously in the bathroom for over 30 minutes. Trying to generate a plan on how I should turn her down without making her feel unwanted. I paced up and down but I had no plan, I know my wife when she wants something, she must get it. I sighed, knowing full well that Camila would be asleep when I emerged from the bathroom, I mean she’s drunk so she should be sleeping, right?

When I emerged from the bathroom, the once-enthusiastic woman had already fallen asleep. I took it as an opportunity and changed into sweatpants and crawled to bed, I planted a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m sorry. I just happen to love you, and I want to make things right with you. I want us to work. You, me, and our son.” I whispered those words to her and kissed her soft lips once more when she was deep asleep.

I headed to my study, where my grandfather was waiting for me. I opened the door and shut it behind me. At this point, I trust no one, with the exception of my grandfather. I don’t trust my workers as well, with the exception of Robin. The rest were all suspicious.

“I honestly didn’t expect you to show up, old man.”

“Not when the stakes are this high. I investigated what you sent me via email. Which prompted my visit, and everything made sense after some consideration. Tomorrow, you’re going to serve Camila with divorce papers. And…”

“What are you talking about, grandpa? My wife and I have been through a lot together, and I cannot divorce her for no reason. I am trying to make things right with her, I have just even confessed my feelings for her and you want me to throw that all away.”

“So, come up with a rationale. Camila isn’t going to ask you any questions. I know your wife by now.”

“Couldn’t we come up with something, Grandpa? I’m desperate for things to work out for us.”

“Well, I didn’t get to attend your wedding, did I? Perhaps this is an opportunity for me to attend your actual wedding, not the one you had with her. She deserves better.”

“What if I lose her for the rest of my life? No, Grandpa, let’s come up with something else.”

“Do you think that I would let you hurt her on purpose? Deliver the divorce papers to her. Camila is not going to read it. Her son is the only thing that matters to her. She will sign it without even looking at it, as soon as she sees Liam’s name and that the boy is hers.”

“No, Grandpa! I love my wife! This isn’t going to work.”

“Since the beginning of this situation, you have shown such a lack of faith. Here, read this!”

He pushed the divorce papers in my direction. My eyes widened as I began reading the information.

“Grandpa, why did you…”

“Do not utter it. Only Camila can do this for me, and I can trust her with it. Even if Camila finds out what she had signed, she won’t act stupid like you. That young woman wants her family, and she is willing to fight for you. She deserves better anyways. When she noticed what she had signed, things would be even better. Even so, she would await both of our explanations. She will suffer as a result of the divorce. I am certain of it. However, this is for the best for the time being.”

“How come you have such faith in someone who has only recently joined your family?”

“Camila is the only granddaughter-in-law with whom I have complete trust at the moment. The wives of all of your brothers are lusting for power. We’ll discuss the next step tomorrow. I am leaving. Call your driver and have him escort me out before anyone notices.”

After my grandfather left, I sat in my office, convinced that my wife would never pursue this divorce. What if she does, in fact, read it? As long as the first page indicates that she is in possession of Liam. I have my doubts that she would read this. That is really too much.

I returned to our room to find her awake and waiting for me. As her rhapsody blue eyes pierced through my soul, I slid into bed to join her. She was stunning. She’s far more stunning than any woman I’ve ever screwed. Why did it take me so long to confess my feelings for her? I can’t even bring myself to have a memorable night with her at the moment. I’m even going to do the worst possible thing tomorrow. Perhaps if I express how much I love her, she will get the clue. Should I give her a hint, or will that exacerbate the situation? We continued to lock gazes, and I began to see everything in her that I had previously refused to perceive. Her Amazonian form fit perfectly with her thin frame. Her hair swooped past her neck like a loom of molten black hair, wonderfully matching her features. Her eyes glowed like two blue jewels dozing in a pool of milk. They induced hypnosis. She has everything I desired in a woman, but I hurt her tremendously because I believed she was merely a girl. And what I am about to do tomorrow may permanently separate me from her. Part of me wishes she would read what she is about to sign and sign it without hesitation and without asking questions. Part of me is terrified of losing both her and my son without even trying. I swallowed a thick firm of saliva as I tried to recall every detail of her face and found myself pushing in closer to kiss her. She remained immobile. She desired this kiss just as much as I desired it. Her hands moved fast to entice me closer, but she immediately sat on top of me, nude. I could hear her moaning as we kissed. I put my fingers between her thighs and began stroking her folds, slowly pushing my fingers in and squeezing her clit. She arched her back and clutched my neck with both hands. I put one of my fingers into her and gave her a

little shove. She moaned in the kiss. It was hard, very hard. I had to do this in order for Camille to sleep without her getting the impression that I did not want her. Otherwise, she would be devoured by my cock. I could feel her pussy gripping my finger with such force that I knew she was close. With my back against the headboard, I increased my tempo without interrupting our kiss. She took one of her hands and slid it into my sweatpants.

“I want you.” She wailed.

My petite épouse.

We continued to kiss and moan into each other’s lips, my finger on her pussy and her hand jerking my cock. My cock was already dripping with pre-cum. I was on the verge of lifting her petite frame and shoving my cock into her, and it took all in me not to do so.

“Fuck Camille!”

I closed my eyes and reminded myself, not yet, it’s not the time to fuck her. Her grasp on my dick tightened, and I increased the speed with which I thrust my finger into her wet sex. She threw her head on my shoulder and started to trail soft kisses on my neck as I added another finger to her sex and my thumb, circling her clit. Her eyes widened, and she gently brushed her lips against mine. She was at a loss for what to do. She slammed her head against my shoulder.

“Chris, I’m…”

She couldn’t talk. Her breathing became heavier and more rapid. Her pussy gripped my two fingers, her hand remaining on my cock. I was close, too.

“Cum with me, Camille”

I groaned so loudly as I came. While screaming, she sank her teeth deep into my neck, causing severe pain. However, this was offset by the pleasure associated with my orgasm. I pressed my lips to hers while I cradled her. She remained on my lap. I threw my head against the headboard and took a deep breath. My hand encircled her petite figure. She fell asleep after around five minutes. I tucked her in and went to the bathroom. I took a shower and then returned to bed.

Problem solved without my cock