His Second Wife

Chapter 83

~Mark’s POV~ This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Camila and I couldn’t go to the club; she lost her laptop and some files. Well, at least she thought she was robbed. After packing my car outside my villa, I headed inside, and Belle was there waiting for me as usual whenever she was around.

“Hey, baby!” I cast her a disgusting glare that said, ‘Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Don’t get me wrong. Belle is sweet and maybe too sweet for my liking. I like bad girls like Camila and ruthless characters like Christopher Grayston.

Shit! Chris!

I sighed and headed to my study to make a call. But the person I was about to call beat me to it.

Line: Boss, we lost the laptop.

Mark: What the fuck do you mean you lost the laptop?

Line: It seems like we were not the only ones after that bag boss, as we took the bag out of the car, but a group of men wearing all black with an AK-47 overpowered us. They were like 20 men in total.

Mark: Were there any cameras around so we can check who they are?

Line: Yes, but we shut them before breaking the window of your car.

I hung up and threw the phone on the floor. Who the fuck did that and what do they want with Camila’s laptop? Just how many enemies does this girl have?

Camila Camila, baby, you are making this difficult for me. I crashed the bottle of bourbon on top of my table, picked up the jacket on top of my chair, and headed out. I got behind the wheel and headed to the only person I wanted to crash like glass, but not just yet until I got what I wanted. I arrived at her

gates, and the gateman opened the gate for me. I parked my car next to hers and went for the doorbell, and I rang the damn thing. Camila emerged from behind the closed door, dressed in a short red satin nightgown. My cock stiffened. But I am not here for distraction.

Fuck those long legs!

I shoved my hand into my pocket. The boy has to behave!

“Mark, what are you doing here?” She was obviously surprised.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t sleep. I was worried about your laptop and that whoever took it might do something to you.” She looked surprised that I cared. In reality, I only care about what I want. Her eyes softened.

“Oh, Mark. You didn’t have to; really, it’s just a laptop. I can still get another one.” Yeah, but there is something that I need from that laptop kid. And you lecturing me right now isn’t helping but pissing the shit out of me. I walked in and put on a concerned face.

“You are a woman; you can go ahead and sleep; just let me stay around to check if there might be anything suspicious.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” I breathed out. She headed upstairs and came down with a blanket.

“Here,” she said and went on, “if you ever get tired, you can use any of the guest rooms.”

“Thank you,” I said to her, and she headed upstairs, where something caught my attention. Her dress was rather short, way too short for me to notice that she had marks, more like she had been whipped. Wait a minute, was she caned, but by whom?

No way, no how. Naa, the bitch in me has been awakened. Chris couldn’t have done that to her, right? I mean, he didn’t let any woman know he was a sadist. Nah, they are divorced; there is no way they would be sleeping with each other. If I ever find out that she has already taken him before me on that one ride, I will kill her without hesitation. Maybe after I fuck her first. Of course, how can I let those long legs go to waste? But then I want to know where those marks came from.

“Umm, Camila, what happened to you…” I paused. What would I say I was looking at? I mean, it’s her thighs; it will make me look like a pervert, not that I am not a pervert. I was a big one, lusting after both husband and wife, a huge distraction. I mean, I am a distraction myself, so… I shrug.

I waited until it was 12:00 a.m. and searched for her study. Why the fuck would she have so many rooms when it’s just her and the bastard kid? I finally found my way to her study. I searched all over her study, but then I found nothing. So then she has so many enemies. If she didn’t pull a fast one on me, then who stole the laptop? I thought that she might have planned this. If she didn’t plan this, then who else is after her?

I slowly walked back to the couch. I took out my phone, looked around, and when I was sure no one was around, I quickly made a call.

Mark: I think we have a problem.

Line 2: What do you mean we have a problem?

Mark: It seems like we have a competitor; someone beat us to stealing her laptop. I thought she might have pulled a fast one on me, so I went to her house, and she was clean.

Line 2: This is interesting. Carry on with the original plan, and I will tell you what to do next.

My mind traveled to the marks on Camila. Chris hated the idea of sleeping with her, but then the only sadist I know is him, and he’s been hiding it. Could it be that Camila is into that kind of lifestyle, too? But who did that to her? Is she already seeing someone after Chris? Argh! Even better, because I won’t have to worry about her, but what if Chris finds out that she’s into that kind of lifestyle and ties her before he ties me? I want to be tied, whipped, spanked, and caned, and I want him to fill me up, spreading my butt cheeks apart.

Oh God, Dom Daddy! You have no idea….