His Second Wife
Chapter 54

Chapter 54

~Camila’s POV~

I didn’t get any reply after sending the address to him. I sighed and went upstairs to take a shower.After I was done cleaning up, I wiped my face and body with the fluffy towel in the bathroom beforechanging into my nightgown. On a normal day, I could have just worn my panties and bra, but Robinwas bringing my son. The only person who gives me both happiness and brightness in my life. Thatboy, oh how I love him. My short, silky crimson nightwear sufficed for the night because it was a littletoo hot. I didn’t wear my panties since I was feeling suffocated. I went down to the cellar and grabbed abottle of wine for myself. I switched on the television and began to watch as I sipped my wine while Iwaited for my smile keeper to arrive. After approximately 30 minutes of waiting, I heard the doorbellring, and I jumped to my feet. Still clutching my wine glass with my nipples clenched hard as fuck.

The wine, I’m sure, is to blame. Through the silky nightwear I was wearing, I could see my nipplessquinting and attempting to attract attention. And yes, I had no damn panties on, and I am horny asfuck. I wonder what Robin will think when he sees my peck tits.

Heck!

Urgh, Robin might not even notice shit. Now I’m convinced I am a little tipsy. I made my way to the frontdoor and opened it, only to be welcomed by Chris, who was holding Liam with him. Liam was soundasleep.

“What are you doing here?”

“You said I must bring back your son, so here I am bringing him back.” His rough deep voice soundedin my ear. Even though his voice was always rough, it was still soothing to me. But today it’s more thanjust soothing. It’s the wine. The fucking wine.

“You said Robin was bringing him.” I voiced out.

“Does it really matter who brought him back?” His question made me drink down all the wine in myglass and cling to the glass with such ferocity I came within millimeters of smashing the darn thing!“Where is his room?” I took a deep breath while staring at him, and he didn’t seem to be bothered bymy presence at all.

This isn’t your castle. This is my fucking house asshole!

“Follow me,” I instructed.

I’m not even sure why he went through all the effort of traveling here, since he already had people whowere willing to kneel to him and go to any length to help him. A little ticked off. I helped him put Liam tobed.

“Good night, Champ,” he said as he kissed him. “Daddy loves you.” My son answered out of nowherewhen I was under the impression that he was sleeping.

“I love you, too, dad,” he replied.

And then he fell asleep again. As I stood there, I couldn’t figure out what to make of it. However, I thenwaited for him to leave the room. When I looked up, he was readjusting his posture and caressingLiam’s hair back with his hand. The room was deafeningly quiet. He drew his gaze to mine with adragging motion. I took a few steps away after blinking a couple of times. He might fucking notice I’mhorny so I made my way to the living room and sat down to wait for him.

I immediately turned the television back on and started watching only God knows what. My heartplummeted into the glass of wine in front of me. I’m trying to keep in check and prevent the burningsensation in the area between my thigh and calf muscles.

Pathetic!

I was muttering that to myself at the time. How can I even crave an animal like him?

How pathetic

I spotted him coming down the stairs after approximately 15 minutes. I sank onto the couch as though Ididn’t see him. He shouldn’t put himself in this position of having to deal with me. He shouldn’t have theaudacity to ask me to accompany him; who the fuck does he think he is? After a few glasses of wine,I’m beginning to make some sense. I suppose it’s more accurate to say that I’m letting loose all of myinner demons. I fell into hysterics of laughter.

“Camille, would you mind seeing me off?”

To face him, I turned my head upwards. His ridiculously attractive face irritates me.

“Are you blind?”

Heck!

I was taken aback by my own bravery. He was cocking his hat, and I spotted it! He didn’t respond. As aresult, I continued to savor my vino. I drank the last drink from my wineglass and went to pour myselfanother. Only to replace out that the wine bottle has been removed from where I placed it. I pushed myselfto my feet, furious. This is my fucking house. He doesn’t just do whatever he wants. I turned to facehim, ready to rant, but all I saw was him drinking the wine and putting it back in its place. The thoughtof ranting made me blink a few times. I stared at him as he leaned over seductively and took the bottleagain. As he gulped the wine, I watched as his Adam’s apples bobbed. The way he licked his thin lips,the way his tongue swiped the wine from his chin.

My wicked cravings

Chris needs to fucking leave otherwise I might do something I’m not supposed to do with my ex-husband. Ex-husband, at least I still have some sense to remember that piece of information. Watchinghim gulp down the wine made me wet. too wet for my liking. Seems like the beast knows what hispresence was doing to me. Fucking great!

Fuck! I’m really, really sexually frustrated. I need to get laid.