NovelEnglish~Christopher’s POV~
I went back to my office and started organizing some paperwork. I really needed to get some work done before I go out and drink
my heart out. My wife and son’s situation is bothering me, and all I want to do is make things right. I want my family back, but I
know that will never be easy to pull through, with the divorce at hand and all the betrayals. I’ll have to put in a lot of effort to fight
for them and prove that I truly care about them. When I signed the final piece of paperwork, the weather was starting to turn cold.
I went towards the glass window and tried to think. Nothing seemed to work, I can’t even fucking think straight without thinking
about my wife, I can’t even get a fucking job done. I decided to drive myself home so I could think, Lev offered to drive me but I
needed to have a strategy before its too late, I still had time so I could think while I prepare to go out with Mark. I showered,
changed into something more comfortable, and made my way to the club. While I waited for Mark, I ordered my usual poison
from the bar. Mark arrived moments later with Tina Sands and another girl. Tina Sands is an off-limits person. First and foremost,
she claimed that I had gotten her pregnant. This is my first meeting with her since the accusations. If the public sees her with me
or my wife will simply reinforce the perception that the accusations are true. If Camille sees this woman around me, things will
get worse, and I’ll lose her forever because I told her it was a lie and she believed me. Seeing me with this woman will simply
add insult to injury. Think Chris. You have one minute to devise a strategy. Tina and Claudia are off-limit unless you want to lose
your precious family for good. I quickly switched to a different VIP session when I saw Mark arrive with them and grabbed a seat.
I can’t risk being spotted with Tina by my wife. I went to a session where normal people go and noticed a female.
“Wanna join me, sweetheart?”
“Of course!” She followed me to a corner. I leaned closer enough to convince anyone looking at us might think we were kissing, I
gripped her hand and shoved her body against the wall. But no, I’ve had enough of these games, and I know if I keep playing
who will ever be able to use this rod, from now on. I’m done with these cat and rat games. I looked at the lady in front of me, I
could tell she was a hooker, and hookers would go to any length for money.
“Can you tell me how much money you make in one night?”
“$250.” She responded. I looked at what she was wearing. If anyone could believe she was my girlfriend, it was because she
was hot and neat, although not as neat as my Camille.
“I have a job for you?” She beamed at me.
“Would you like me to stay with you for the entire weekend, pretty boy?” That irritated the shit out of me. Those phrases used to
make me feel good, but right now, my wife, Camila Grayston, is the only person in my head, mind, body, and soul!
“I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend, and then act as if you and I slept together the next morning. $2000. Are you game?”
“Is that all there is to it?” I gave a nod. Tina and Mark were making their way to the session that I had selected, or the one I ran
to.
“Your work starts right now. Act like you are my girlfriend, don’t kiss me, you are only permitted to kiss my cheeks. Come on,
hurry up and follow me.” She followed me after giving me a nod.
When we arrived at the VIP session, I drew her into a seat on my lap and wrapped my arms around her waist. When Mark, Tina,
and the other female arrived, I gave them a kind grin and looked them in the eyes. Mark with the two women, sat close to me.
“I’m guessing you’re still the town’s zillionaire. You’ve reserved two VIP sessions.” Mark remarked.
“I reserved one, but I didn’t want to anger the madam here because Tina and I have a past that I don’t seem to recall,” I stated it
with a sense of optimism.
“Well, I didn’t know you brought a snack with you.”
“You know how I don’t fuck the same chick twice, but this is an exception to the rule. This is... ” She was an extremely intelligent
“Mia,” she whispered, and my eyes widened for a moment before dropping to meet hers.
Fuck me!
I mumbled something irritated in the back of my mind. The same Mia that Camille drove out of our house. Why can’t I just get a
new face for once in my life? I need to continue the act at this point, I don’t have a choice. I grinned as I stared at her, then
continued looking at Mark. “Mark, meet, Mia, my snack. She was just telling me, you look cuter in person than what is being
displaced by the magazines.” Tina’s eyes met mine as I dragged mine to meet hers. “I mistook you for a pregnant woman. Is it
OK for a pregnant woman to drink alcohol?”
“I came here specifically to look for you,” she said.
“Is that so now? Regrettably, I’m with my girlfriend. You may contact my assistant to schedule an appointment though.” I sipped
my drink and fixed my gaze on Mia. I knew she’d met my wife and wouldn’t want to go through the same humiliation again.
Perhaps I am safe using her for the remainder of the day, or even until this enigma is solved..
“So Mia, what do you do?” Mark inquired of Mia.
“Well, I was a hooker and Chris was a customer of mine. There was a chain of events that led to us starting to date.” Mia
responded. To be honest, I believe I like this girl, Mia. She has simplified my life at the moment.
“Chris, why did you leave me for a hooker!” Mia lowered her head slightly to face Tina.
“Tina, right? Well, Tina, I used to enjoy your songs and your acting, but when I found out you were a hooker like me, I was taken
aback by your status. My partner had an affair with you, and that was the end of it. Nobody abandoned you. You desired more,
and he couldn’t provide more. Therefore, refrain from spreading false rumors about my man dating you.”
Man, I think I’m starting to enjoy Mia. Not in that sense though; she is courageous. Has she been a hooker for a long time, I’ll ask
her about it tonight? You never know, she might have a story to tell. After all, everyone has a story, just as I do, but I am unable
to share it. I watched Tina open and close her mouth as if she wanted to say something. Naa, like a fish gasping for water, then
she took up a wine glass and began sipping. One thing I was confident of was that I was not the father, even if she was
pregnant. I have always wrapped up, regardless of how inebriated I am. It’s unfortunate that my wife had to bear the brunt of
another woman’s faults. I am unworthy of that girl. She is way too good for me, and even with that, I will never let her go. Camila
Grayston is mine, and she is not going anywhere. She is stuck with me forever!
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