Chapter 7

• ~ Henry’s POV~
• I’m not clear why Mr. Grayston wants to see me, but it must be something important since the elderly man seldom calls or is ill. I got into my vehicle and drove to the Grayston family residence. The gentleman awaited my arrival in his study. Inside, I went.
• “You’re wondering why I summoned you here, but the reason is critical. I hate the life my grandson lives. While his father is terrified of him, I am not. His constant lifestyle is a disgrace to the family name. I am not proud of Chris’s lifestyle choices, however, he has succeeded in business. He fills me with pride. His revenues exceed those of our family-owned business combined. He is an obsessive worker. I like the way he conducts his companies, but I hate seeing him in the news every day. If he isn’t among prostitutes, he is around anybody who is fuckable. I’d like to introduce him to a woman his age. I have heard nothing about him in the news in weeks. It’s a nice thing, but I’m curious as to if everything is well.”
• “Mr. Grayston, I don’t think you need to be worried about Chris anymore. He found his niche. Trust me, the woman you’re bringing would be incapable of handling Chris, but his wife doesn’t take bullshit..”
• “Has he married?”
• “Yes, Mr. Grayston, I also didn't know he was married. I discovered this just last week when I went to his residence late at night. He was booted. He went home with a hooker, his wife chased the hooker and booted his nuts.” The elderly gentleman could not contain his laughter.
• “Who is his wife?”
• “Evidently, he wanted you to stop bothering him about marriage, so he married a random female he met on the street.” They married and then went their separate ways. They reconnected three months later. Chris’s wife rescued a boy on the street without knowing that it was Chris’s son and rushed him to the hospital. He handed her his card on the day they married, thus they needed the cardholder’s signature at the hospital. She dialed his number. That’s when they ran into each other for the second time. She slapped him twice that day after finding out that the boy she had saved was his son. He believed it would be better to take her home to care for Liam, but she beat him to it. She said she was going home with him, and he consented since Liam still believes the woman was his mother. The woman loves Liam, and Chris has taken her home to care for him. He vowed not to touch her since she was just a little girl, but believe me when I say that his wife is a tarantula like him.” The old man breaks out shrieking.
• “So he married a young woman hoping to control her?”
• “That girl is no walkover Mr. Grayston, and believe me, I have not met her but I can tell she’s good for him. Chris is already contemplating divorce. The girl can stand up for herself and is tenacious. Let’s see what happens.”
• When I left the Grayston’s home, I could see the elderly man was at peace and was overjoyed that Chris was married. That the girl was much younger than him didn’t concern him. At the very least, it was fantastic.
• ~Christopher’s POV~
• My head thudded and hammered with pain, as light flooded through the window, cutting through one of my eyes and into my skull. I turned over, hiding my face with a pillow, and moaned.
• “Fuck!!,” I muttered.
• Is it necessary for a hangover to be this terrible? I recalled finishing the transaction I was working on. After getting intoxicated, Mark and I brought two females to our separate hotel suites. I have no recollection of who I carried to my suite. A flash of a brunette flashed into my head. A brown-haired lady joined Mark and me at the bar with flame-colored hair, and I remembered the false tantalising breast that swelled up over the top of her tight leather garment. The outfit did not seem to be cheap. Fuck, I carried the red-haired girl, but who is she?
• I directed my sight to a familiar ceiling above me, expecting to see the stranger. I had ended up with the night before, owing to my inebriation. My mind was racing as I tried to figure out what had transpired the night before. I moaned and clutched my head. I just recall a brunette and a fiery red hue. Who did I bring with me to my suite? I strained to recall, then a little leather gown. It didn’t seem to be cheap. I tried once more.
• Fuck!
• Ugh… Who am I fooling? I will not remember shit!
• *****
• He raised his head to look around. He wasn’t alone, but where had the female he had brought to the room gone? Although he had no recollection of taking the elevator to the suite, he was now nude on the bed by himself. That meant he’d be the one fleeing his one-night stand, without too much fuss.
• He told himself that he would only fuck hookers. He couldn’t recall why he returned to his suite with a woman who wasn’t a hooker, but he knew it would make headlines if it were any lady. The door clicked shut open, and the redhead emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her torso. He scratched his eyes with his fingers and pulled himself up into a sitting posture.
• “Good morning, baby.” His eyes sprang up quickly. He didn’t realize the person he was trying to avoid was returning. His eyes widened, as he lifted his gaze to meet the woman he slept with, Tina Sands. He grinned.
• What the heck have I gotten myself into?
• He took a peek at his ring. He recalled his little wife’s admonition. He smiled at the notion of that little girl scolding him. But he returned his focus to Tina and her fake breasts. Instead of waiting for her to settle into the mattress with him, he slipped out of bed and stood to his feet. He cast a peek at the shameless woman who pretended to be so elegant in public, yet she was in his bed. Then he’d looked down to retrieve his trousers, relieved to discover a shredded condom packet on the floor near the bed.
• Even when I was drunk, he grinned. I’ve been smart enough to wrap up. He thought to himself.
• “Are you going to hang around for a quickie?” Tina inquired as she opened the towel to display her bare body and false boobs. The guy fucks everything he sees, but when he saw the woman in front of him, his dick didn’t even get aroused. Her boobs were a turnoff, but if he hadn’t known they were artificial, the story may have taken a whole different path. He grinned to himself and thought to himself,
• My wife had great boobs and a good body. It’s too bad she’s just a little girl. If not, I could have fucked her. Her physique is everything I want in a woman.
• He gazed at Tina.
• “I’ve got a family to return to.” Her pout was really noticeable.
• “Didn’t you have fun last night?” She questioned, clearly upset, scrambling to cover herself with a towel again in the face of his denial. He stared at her and spit.
• “I don’t recall.”
• He suited up, felt his pockets, checked his pockets for his belongings, and took a few steps to walk out the door.
• As unpleasant as this was, there was no need to lengthen or worsen it. He turned around and addressed Tina, saying,
• “I’m sure you saw the ring on my finger when you followed me last night, I’m married and don’t intend on having a concubine.”
• “Bastard!” she snarled.
• He then banged on the door and walked away from the sight. He pulled out and put on his sunglasses. As reporters were busy taking pictures of him, he dialed Robin’s number, but Robin informed him he was already waiting outside for him. He slipped into the vehicle and drove away.