His Second Wife by Favor V April

Chapter 26

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~Camila’s POV~

Before I left for work, I dropped Liam off at school. Yesterday, I listed jobs online and I saw a few

applicants, I will be running the interviews today. I’m going to need a lot of help with the house. I then

proceeded to my brother’s meeting after sending emails with interview details. Despite how much I

despise it, I’ll do it since it’s family. My brother was supposed to attend a meeting today with some new

company, apparently owned by a mysterious man and the son of the Cooper family. It was a good thing

that they were able to understand everything. I hopped in my car and drove over to the establishment.

The Coopers are apparently the second-richest family in town, but then I heard the founder was not

them but a friend of theirs. I’m now wondering who this rich friend is who founded the business, as my

brother is so excited about this new business, he told me the real owner is mysterious and filthy rich. I

arrived at the parking lot of Cooper cooperation and was taken to the meeting room by one of their staff

members. The lady opened the door, revealing my whore husband. It doesn’t matter. I’m here to do

business. I could see his eyes widen. I hate that his partner was already eye-fucking me. The man then

reached out and extended his hand.

“Hi, I’m Mark.” The man stated

“Mark, who?” I asked, annoyed.

“Cooper.”

“Mr. Cooper, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Please, call me Mark.”

I grinned. Because I am a hothead, I hate meetings. I’m going to lose my cool if this man keeps eye-

fucking me.

“No, Mr. Cooper sounds like business to me. Shall we, Mr. Grayston?”

My laptop was perched on the desk.

“I believe everything was sent to you, gentlemen. Do you have any further questions with regards to the

proposed strategy?” I could feel my husband’s gaze on me, but I didn’t change my course of action.

~Christopher’s POV~

I was taken aback when my wife entered the meeting room. I had no idea she’d be taking Eduardo’s

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place.

Who in the world did I marry?

Then I turned to face Mark, who was already eye-fucking my wife. He should be grateful that he was

my friend. The alternative was that I could have caused him irreparable harm today. This moron was

incapable of closing his mouth, his mouth was wide open like a fish gasping for water. I put my palm

over his lips to smother his screams. If he flirts with her, I’ll slap him. I vow with my life.

“Camila, you haven’t told me your last name. As I understand you’d like to call me Mr. Cooper.”

Obviously, Mark didn’t notice that she was staring at her ring, but I did.

“Grayston.” She said, then paused, then looked at me and continued, “Camila Grayston. Are we ready

to begin now?” This is going to be really tough.

“All right, Mrs. Grayston, we can get started.” That’s what I told her, and she didn’t even look my way.

Her gaze was fixed on her laptop screen.

“Do you have any further questions for me, gentlemen? As I indicated earlier, I’m here to answer your

concerns with regard to the contract sent to you. We thought it would be fair for both parties to meet

before we could sign and discuss some changes if possible.”

“Nope,” I stated. I’ve never been so clueless in a meeting before. I usually do my homework before

meeting someone new. That my little demoness would show up is beyond my wildest imagination.

“There are a few tweaks that I need to make, gentlemen. The percentage will be altered. In fact, it won’t

be 15% anymore. It’ll be 20%.” She spoke with her gaze locked on ours.

What game is she playing now?

“17 percent,” Mark replied.

“Twenty-five percent,” she stated.

“OK, 20%,” he said.

“30%,” she offered without flinching.

“Would you mind giving me and my partner two minutes, Mrs. Grayston?” She simply nodded. I

dragged my friend along, who is still perplexed by what is going on here.

“Listen, let’s take 30%.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Why did Eduardo bring this girl? How is it possible for a woman to be

both attractive and cold at the same time? Chris, that chick is unbreakable, very ice cold for a woman.”

“And believe me when I say that if you offer her a smaller figure, it will increase. For the time being, we

will take 70%. If you fight her, we’re going to wind up with a 50/50 split share. Just listen to me now.”

“She is so frigid and seductive that I feel like bending her over that table and slamming her.”

This man is extremely fortunate. I could have slapped him if we hadn’t been in a meeting. How could

he possibly consider fucking my wife? Right, he has no idea she’s my wife, and he’s also my friend. I

reattached my tie, trying not to lose control because a single punch could send him flying across the

table right now. We returned to our seats at the table.

“We will accept 30%, Mrs. Grayston,” I emphasized the last name, Mrs. Grayston.

“Excellent. Eduardo has already signed online.” She presented us with a contract to sign, which we

duly did.

“When do you think you’ll be able to start, and when will Eduardo be available?” I inquired.

“Eduardo will communicate the start date with you. I doubt you’ll see him, but you might see a lot of me

instead. Eduardo is expected to arrive in two weeks’ time from now.” She examined her watch. I knew

she was thinking of picking up her son.

“Well, gentlemen, it was a pleasure doing business with you and Mr. Cooper. Thank you for your time.

Avoid eye fucking me the next time you and I conduct business, Mr. Cooper. I am capable of wreaking

havoc.”

She then walked away. Mark was holding his breath when I noticed him, and she hissed.

“Who the hell is that girl?” he said, reattaching his tie.

“Well, you finally met someone you’ve been wanting to meet, and you’re already on the verge of

bursting.”

“I don’t understand what you mean by that. I swear I’m going to fuck her.”

“Just express gratitude to God almighty that you are my friend. I ought to have slaughtered you 30

minutes ago.”

“Why in the world would you murder me for that granite girl? She is far too young to be such an

unmoving stone. Why does she appear to be so threatening? She’s a fucking hottie, I must fucking

admit.”

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“Mark! That lady you are busy dreaming of fucking is my wife, Mark!.” Marks’ jaw slammed shut.

“What! You’re kidding, aren’t you?” he exclaimed.

“Camila is my wife, hence Grayston. Now, next time, refrain from eye-fucking her in front of me. I’m still

perplexed by the woman. How did she become acquainted with Eduardo?”

“Is that the girl you married, Chris?”

“Yes, she is the founder of her own clothing line. I’m still perplexed as to why she was here today. To

me, the girl is an enigma.”

“Is it true that I just met your wife? How come you haven’t fucked her? I wouldn’t last a day without

losing myself in her. She is really gorgeous. You are a pervert. When did you start having self-control? I

could have fucked her a long time ago.”

“Since I married Camille, that girl taught me how to have self-control in every way. If you believe my

wife is a walkover, give her a try. That girl is without a filter.” I heard a vibration of my phone in my

pocket. I extracted it.

A message from the man hired by Robin to track Camille:

Mrs. Grayston proceeded to her office, Cooper cooperatives, and now a swing club. Additionally, I

wanted to inform you that your ex-wife has been stalking your wife all day today.

Camille is visiting a swinging club for the second time.

Is the swing club where she sees dicks bigger than mine? Is Camille solely in a relationship with more

than one man?

I promptly responded to his message requesting that he send me the address. I drove to the club with a

heavy heart, unsure of what I was about to encounter. I have never beaten a woman but Camille is my

wife and too young to have to fuck more than one man at the same time. I swear I will beat her today if

ever I find a man on top of her. She is mine and also like a younger sister who needs to be shown the

right way. Heck, I will kill whoever she is fucking. Wait, what if sex isn’t what she is doing there?

However, what if she’s going to a swinging club to have sex? What did I marry? Does she also have

sex for a living?

I exited my vehicle and received another message.

Sir, she has just departed. She spent less than 5 minutes inside the club.

I returned home to await her arrival.

My mind is a wreck. Is my wife having an affair? Why should she engage in sexual activity with other

people? Why does it sting so badly to learn Camille is having an affair?

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