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 rtionship with


    another woman. I am prepared to make amends with her and am pleased to dere 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 Ie 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 truthes out, her career will be ruined, I think I’ve seen enough for


    today.


    “Mark, mydy 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 twodies 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 exined.


    “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. Iughed 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 somece 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 identally bumped into him spilling hot chocte 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 meugh but


    somehow sounds like something I could rte 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?” Sheughed, 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 outughing, “You could have seen his


    face when I presented the shirt to him, he almost strangled me.” Iughed. “Then he mumbled


    something like ‘Entonces crees que cuesto $10’ That’s the only thing I catch and started cursing


    around in Spanish.” Iughed 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 sheughed, “I know you


    can rte, 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 identally whistled.” We burst outughing


    “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.” Iughed my wife hardly wears


    anything. She continued. “He seemed bored, So we talked for hours and I forgot about my sses. 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 me 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 Be. She is a symbol of our love. Even though I


    might never meet him again, Be will always remind me of him.”


    “Then how did you be a hooker?” Sheughed 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 rted. 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 hardlyugh, it’s actually my first time


    seeing youugh. You always wear a stern frigid face which makes meugh because you got a


    lioness at home.” Iugh 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’ming, 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 youngdy 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?


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    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. Reced


    by a caring partner who was frozen in ce and unable to move an inch.


    “Are you going to kill me again, Eduardo?” As both of them were locked in ce, I broke the stillness


    by calling out her name, which caused them tough.


    “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 ent.