His Second Wife

Chapter 50

~Christopher’s POV~

I sat and watched, sipping my poison slowly and methodically. My goal for tonight is not to make a mistake or else it’ll all be over. Other than with my wife, I will never have a sexual relationship with another woman. I am prepared to make amends with her and am pleased to declare to the world that I am head over heels in love and devoted to my wife. I don’t give a damn about the age gap nonsense anymore. My wife, Camille seems to be unconcerned about my age or the fact that I am a father. She cherishes all of us, though I hate admitting that I come second, her first priority is and will always be Liam. There is no doubt in my mind that Tina Sands isn’t pregnant. Notwithstanding, what is her deal? Why is she lying? If ever the truth comes out, her career will be ruined, I think I’ve seen enough for today.

“Mark, my lady here says that she wishes to sleep; we’ll catch up tomorrow. As far as I can remember, I think we’re going to meet Camille, or maybe Eduardo.”

“Yes, seems like I will be forced to take these two ladies with me. I’m heading out too.” He called out to the two females in the room.

Our cars were tailing each other, and we reached the hotel. Mia and I headed inside. My suite had 3 bedrooms. I was hesitant to rent two separate rooms for fear of raising suspicions. The suite did, however, include three bedrooms, which was fortunate because she and I both needed to freshen up and there was no way I was going to sleep with her. I took a shower, made coffee, and sat on the couch thinking of my next move. I overheard her on the phone. More akin to conversing with a child. I had no intention of doing so, but I found myself wanting to know who she was speaking with.

“Who or what was that?” She paused briefly and sighed.

“It’s my girl,” she explained.

“Girlfriend?”

“Not at all, my daughter.” My eyes widened. Why is she a hooker if she has a daughter who can see what she is doing? Who am I fooling? I have a wife and a son and I still cheated. I laughed at the thought of wanting to judge someone when I was no better.

“How old is she?”

“She is three.”

“I know it’s none of my concern, but where is the father?”

“I suppose someplace in Mexico. It’s a long story. I met him in New York City, Rochester to be precise. I was waitressing part-time there when I accidentally bumped into him spilling hot chocolate on him.” She paused and smirked a bit, “That arrogant asshole made me run around looking for an Armani shirt for him to wear before his meeting. Mind you he might have a lot of them in his suitcase but decided to make me wander around New York City looking for an Armani shop.” The story made me laugh but somehow sounds like something I could relate to. Who could be that arrogant in Mexico to make her run around like that? I brush the thought away.

“Did you then get the shop?” She laughed, then smiled and continued.

“He gave me a time frame, by the time I checked my watch it was already an hour to his meeting so I went into a normal store and bought him a $10 shirt.” She burst out laughing, “You could have seen his face when I presented the shirt to him, he almost strangled me.” I laughed. “Then he mumbled something like ‘Entonces crees que cuesto $10’ That’s the only thing I catch and started cursing around in Spanish.” I laughed as that reminded me of my wife when she was angry. She would always curse and finish me with her Spanish because I couldn’t hear shit. Suddenly she laughed, “I know you can relate, your wife is Spanish, and that day she terrified the shit out of me, she has a small frame but never back down. I like your wife honestly.” She said that and looked at me dead in the eye and

changed the topic to her Mexican prince Charming, “Back to Mr. Arrogant, so he pointed a finger at me and told me I was going to pay for pricing him for $10. So he locked him in his hotel room and left for his meeting. When he came back he forgot he had locked someone inside his suite, so he started stripping in front of me, we don’t get to see a strip show every now and then so I just sat the and watch, when he was fully naked I accidentally whistled.” We burst out laughing

“You are naughty Mia.” Trust me it was my first time seeing a man naked so I didn’t know how to react and the idiot just turned and when he saw me instead of covering his..you know, he just said ‘Like what you see, princess?’ Can you imagine?” How Mia met her baby daddy was funny. “He finally got dressed, that man isn’t scared to stand in front of anyone naked.” I laughed my wife hardly wears anything. She continued. “He seemed bored, So we talked for hours and I forgot about my classes. We had a good time, and he told me he wanted something serious with me. I gave him my phone number, but one of the digits was incorrect. So he’s not to blame for this. He doesn’t know that we have a daughter, despite the fact that he previously told me that he may have created a soul. So I didn’t know where to look for him when I found out I was pregnant. In fact, I wasn’t even working at the time; I was just a waitress when I met him. He did, however, appear to be a wealthy, egotistical brat. Nevertheless, he was always gentle with me. He seemed to be a source of contention. But I loved him and I still do, which I know he’ll be furious if he ever finds out I am now a hooker.

“It seems as though you still do, love him.” She smiled and responded.

“Yes, I still have feelings for him. That is why I kept Bella. She is a symbol of our love. Even though I might never meet him again, Bella will always remind me of him.”

“Then how did you become a hooker?” She laughed again.

“That is an excellent question. I enrolled online and my first assignment was with you that night, but I was scheduled to meet a gentleman named Mark Cooper. Then I saw your wife, who is a carbon replica of my daughter when I met you that night. I’m not sure how, but she resembles my kid perfectly.

One of the reasons I didn’t return to the site and look for work after that night. I wanted to find your wife and ask her about my daughter’s father and if they might be related. I didn’t want to approach you as that might seem wrong. You are unapproachable you know Mr. Grayston?”

“Well, I didn’t know that,” I said, honestly.

“Woman who sleeps with you are actually strong, I mean you hardly laugh, it’s actually my first time seeing you laugh. You always wear a stern frigid face which makes me laugh because you got a lioness at home.” I laugh again when she calls my wife a lioness. “But your wife is like you, I love how lowkey she is. Anyways today is my second assignment, my daughter isn’t well, this was the only alternative, as I am only a part-time waitress.”

“Wait, are you trying to tell me you have never gotten together with anyone on the app?” She shook her head.

“Yeah, my daughter’s father is a thorn in my side, and if he finds out, he might do something stupid. But here I am with you tonight, putting everything on the line. For the second consecutive time. Thank God we not having sex.” She sighed.

“Well, I wanted to for the first time, but I knew my wife would never permit it under her roof.”

“Your wife, on the other hand, appears to be a quiet and sweet individual. She is spunky and reminds me a little of Eduardo.”

“What! Eduardo is the father of your daughter?”

“Yea, you know him. Mendoza, Eduardo?”

“No fucken way! You, have a daughter with Eduardo Mendoza? That asshole.” I paused and looked at her, “I’m coming, stay there and don’t sleep.”

I made my way to the balcony. I and that bastard have never agreed on anything. However, I need to contact him this evening. I’m not even sure who will attend tomorrow’s meeting. Either my wife or him. Fuck! If he learns of the divorce, he will fucken murder me. Shit! What am I going to do? He needs to know he has a daughter. And this young lady deserves better than this. She might be able to locate folks who don’t mind sleeping with her and Eduardo is like me. He is a very proud man. I suppose I’ll phone him. After a few minutes of mental gymnastics, I pressed the call button.

Eduardo: What the fuck do you want?

This buffoon is perpetually arrogant.

Me: Hello to you too, Eduardo. Where the fuck are you?

Eduardo: Why do you ask? You and I were never buddies, as far as I know.

Me: I’ve got Mia.

I heard a long pause from his end.

Eduardo: What! Do you have My Mia with you? How did you meet Mia? And where are you?

Me: Seems like I have your attention. Now, where the fuck are you?

Eduardo: Grayston Hotel on 7th Street.

Me: Come to room 1025.

I abruptly hung up. I’m confident that he won’t take more than five minutes to arrive. I’m guessing he’s on the same floor as me. I heard a knock after about three minutes and went in to open the door. He shoved me aside and began inspecting my suite.

“Where has she gone?”

“Could you perhaps stifle your rage? She’s using the restroom.”

Mia emerged from the toilet after about a minute, and we both focused our attention on her. That scoundrel who entered my suite as if he intended to murder me had vanished within thin air. Replaced by a caring partner who was frozen in place and unable to move an inch.

“Are you going to kill me again, Eduardo?” As both of them were locked in place, I broke the stillness by calling out her name, which caused them to laugh.

“You didn’t tell me you wanted to call him.” She finally spoke, “And that you knew him.”

“Were you having sex with this man, Mia?” He inquired with his native Spanish accent.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.