~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

~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

~Christopher’s POV~ I made a reservation for Camille and me. The restaurant caters to celebs alone. I know my wife is unconcerned about what others think of her. I don’t expect her to be dressed to the nines. I did not reserve a private place. Camille despises being in the limelight, but I want her to feel at ease with me today. I watched as her car pulled up, and reporters ran up to her, covering the only view I had to watch her. The only thing I could see was the flashlights coming from the reporter’s cameras. I didn’t dare move from my seat, knowing fully well that my wife could be wearing sweatpants. I didn’t care, since I know her. While I was busy pressing my phone in anticipation of her arrival, I overheard everyone questioning who she was, “Oh my God, who is she? She is such a beauty.” I guess they are referring to whoever just walked in, but then I glanced up and Fuck! It was my wife. She was so stunning. Why hadn’t she dressed this way before? I’m extremely pleased that

~Camile’s POV~ I woke up with a severe hangover. Fuck! I’ve never had a hangover like this before. It must be the difficulties and everything I’m dealing with at the same time. That causes me to check the time. It was Monday. Oh, my God. I needed to get my son to school. “Robin!” I yelled as I raced to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once done, I rushed downstairs, and I saw Robin sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. I was so tired. “Would you mind driving us to school today?” “Master has already dropped Liam off at school, ma’am.” How could that conceited jerk have driven Liam to school? That jerk is solely concerned about himself. I sat down on the sofa and before I knew it, I was dozing off again. It was about 11 a.m. when I woke up again. I walked upstairs, had a bath, and then went to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. On top of the table, I saw a file. I was tempted to open the file, but instead, I cooked my breakfast, ate, and went upstairs to change into a d

~Christopher’s POV~ The following morning, I awoke with Camille draped across my torso and my hands wrapped around her waist. I’m not sure how we ended up in this position, but whatever it was, she fit my torso perfectly. It’s as though she was born there. However, I know that she would be mortified if she awoke and discovered herself in my arms. I gently repositioned her head on her pillow. And kissed her on the brow. I rose to my feet and walked over to the window. This is causing a lot of problems for my wife. Regardless of whether the marriage was loveless, my wife does not deserve to be escorted from her room by my ex-wife. What is this woman doing in my house in the first place? This is the worst thing that can happen to a man, two women living under the same roof. Claudia was once fuckable, while Camille is someone I lust after with all my heart, but I can’t fuck her. I drew my gaze at my wife while I was gently caressing my temples. I know I need to tell my wife what’s goin