Chapter 9

• ~Christopher’s POV~
• I was in my study, trying to figure out how Tina ended up in my bed. I just have one rule; never screw anybody except prostitutes.
• How on earth did I end up with that woman?
• I am really appalled. Models and celebs irritate me. They’re clinging, and I’m not a fan of clinginess. I told that scumbag woman I was married, yet she decided to oppose me. I couldn’t help but laugh at my foolishness.
• Now my little wife is threatening me. This is going to be fascinating. No matter how inebriated I am, I always remember how I took a female to my bed.
• Why can’t I recall anything about the woman with the fake breasts?
• What does my wife mean when she says, ‘she would fire back a million times?’
• While I was contemplating, my study door burst open. Nobody walks into my office without knocking. My eyes jerked shut, and I turned to face the person who had dared to open my study in such a way. It was Robin. He seemed to have seen a ghost.
• “Sir, the... the... the... the...” He combed his hair back with his hand and stared at me, terrified.
• “Speak!” I barked.
• “The man you hired to follow Madam around just reported that he spotted Madam, uh.”
• I gave him a haughty stare.
• “Madam was spotted walking inside a swingers’ club.” He muttered this while turning his gaze away from mine.
• “What!”
• I stood up from my chair and wandered about my desk, wondering what Camila was up to.
• What exactly is that girl up to?
• “Make a phone call to the man and tell him not to lose her.”
• ~Camila’s POV~
• I shut the door behind me. The room was predominantly red, and everything that wasn’t red was either black or white. I sat on the luxurious couch, waiting for whomever they assigned for me. A leggy blonde in transparent lingerie entered the room a short time later. She grinned as she glanced at me. I didn’t respond, with a grin. I wasn’t here to put on a radiant face. She realized how serious I was while yet seeming indifferent.
• “What’s your name?” I inquired, looking at her from head to toe.
• “My name is Amelia.” I looked at her and evaluated her. She wasn’t too awful. I set my bag down and leaned forwards, my hands clasped together while using my laps for balance.
• “I’m not here to fuck you. I know you were expecting me to fuck, but that’s not why I’m here.”
• Someone is about to stroll in at any moment. I’d want you to suck and fuck him while I watch. Take your time sucking on the man.
• “I’m here to learn.”
• That’s when I leaned back and tossed my head back onto the couch. Amelia cocked her head to the side and looked at me. She sat on the bed across from me and crossed her legs.
• “People fuck when they come to a swinger club. Do you have any idea how horny I am? I’m not sure whether I’ll enjoy this.” I didn’t grin when I glanced at her. I leaned back in the same way I had previously.
• “I’d want to teach my husband a lesson, and you’re going to be helping me teach him a lesson.” She glanced at me. She flung her head back and started laughing. She laughed so hard that I started to worry about her lungs.
• “Listen, we fuck here in this club, the club is designed to fuck. Are you sure you want me to suck and fuck your husband?” I raised my brow at her. My face turned very icy for no good reason.
• “Would you want to fuck him? Unfortunately, you are not his type.” Knowing very well that she was his type.
• She stood up and began walking towards the door before turning and saying, “In this club, we fuck. I don’t have time to be a therapist.”
• “Too bad, then I’ll simply pay someone else the $700 fee each session.”
• I was dead serious, with no expression on my face. Throw money to these folks and they’ll dance to whatever you want. If I’m going to make this work, I don’t need neurotic tendencies or a friend who is too devoted to me. Her brows furrowed as she turned to face me.
• “What?”
• “I hate repeating myself. You must have heard me. Every day you do what I want you to do, I will pay you $700. This is your moment. I’ve already paid the receptionist for you and the other man who will be here shortly. Which one will it be? Do you still want to walk out that door or fuck your colleague in front of me for $700?”
• The door swung open, and a man with an enormous cock entered. It’s significant to me since I’ve never seen a cock before. I leaned back on the couch.
• “You know, I don’t have the entire day,” I said to her, looking at my wristwatch and then back at her with my icy gaze, not flinching one bit.
• “I’ll do it.” She yelled excitedly.
• “Now get down to business,” I said with a smirk on my face. While I leaned back on the couch to watch the show.
• The man was seated on the bed. She approached him and tugged his cock. She then awaited my orders.
• “Suck him till he squirts, that’s your task for today.” I didn’t flinch as I focused on what she was doing.
• “Of course, ma’am.” She smiled and looked at the food she was about to feast on.
• She snatched his cock and licked it with her tongue from the base to the tip, then back down. She licked it gently and deliberately. She kissed the head of the penis and then began sucking it. I took a peek at the guy. It seemed as though something was on fire within him. It was clear from the way he bit his lower lip that she was doing her crap. She took in all he had to offer, then blew air on the cock. The guy couldn’t keep himself in check. He tugged her hair away. She clamped her lips around his dick, preventing air from entering. I had no idea what she was doing, but I kept an eye on her. She began to move her head up and down, and the guy began to speak in gibberish. She then grabbed his cock with one hand, quickening her speed. Finally, the guy came.
• “Fuck!” he muttered.
• The man turned her around and banged her hard. I, for one, did not wait to watch the whole thing. I walked away, leaving the money on the table. I checked my wristwatch and drove back to the rink to pick up my kid, after which we went home.
• I walked to my room and undressed, leaving just my bra and underwear on. I changed into a robe and walked down to the room I used as my office. I removed my robe and went to my window. Now thinking about the project I was given, creating a wedding gown. That’s new to me, but I’m up for the challenge. I poured myself a glass of wine and stood by the window, drinking the red wine and gazing out the window. I could hear footsteps echoing down the hallway approaching my office.