trying to rape his wife Part 2
**~Christopher’s POV~**
I was on my way to Camille's hospital room where my wife and son were. I heard noises coming from the room. It was my wife crying for help.
*Is there a problem with my son? No, there is nothing wrong with him. He was of Grayston ancestry.*
I began sprinting toward the door, and as I opened it, I was astounded by what I saw.
Is this man wishing for his demise?
“You, Chris. You weren’t supposed to be here! What exactly are you doing here?”
My palm alone was strong enough to shatter the man’s empty skull. Everyone in this city knows not to cross me. I may be ruthless and a womanizer. If you cross me, you will die before you can utter a single word. Already, the stupid idiot who tried to rape my wife was on the floor pleading for his life.
He knew that I was maintaining self-control in order to avoid appearing to be a beast in front of my wife and son.
My wife was frightened. Her recent ordeal was horrible. She shivered, and she was unable to form a word and felt discouraged and humiliated. Her trembling was out of control. I knew that the moron knew better than to flee. He is powerless to flee. I swiftly unfastened my shirt and lavished it on my wife, passionately hugging her. I assuaged her fears by assuring her that everything would be alright. My heart was racing and boiling at the same time, but Camila didn’t know this dark side of me. She has already witnessed enough. It wasn't easy to maintain my composure. I was never a composed individual. Yes, in business. However, if you fuck with me, I exhibit no remorse. I am at fault. The days he was eye-raping her, I could have ended him. I could have ended it all there. Now, this moron tried to rape her, how did he know where my wife was? I took out my phone and called Robin, telling him to go back to the hospital.
The idiot did not dare to flee; he was well aware that it would be futile. When Chris wants you, Chris will go all out of his way to get you. He was begging for his life on the floor. While I focused on making sure my wife calmed down from what had just happened to her, I laid down with her, she clung to me as though her life depended on it. I hate seeing Camille this scared. It is my fault I am failing my dear wife in every aspect. She looked into my eyes and I could see fear, fear that I would leave her, fear that she was about to be raped. I lay on the bed, hugging her, not caring that we seemed too intimate. I hugged her and caressed her hair till she fell asleep. I looked at him, the man who tried to get his hands on what belonged to me but was afraid to move. He was still pleading on the floor.
Robin entered the room and was taken aback to see the man.
“Do not touch him; he is completely mine,” I spoke in a measured tone. I noticed Camille slowly opening her eyes and starting to stare at me. I knew that Camila knew that I would not let him go, I knew she knew that I was up to mischief. She was well aware that people dreaded me. I also know that she had a hunch that I was about to murder the idiot, but she remained silent. I tried my best to remain calm.
“Ye-yes, sir. I will not touch him.” Robin gasped.
Camille stared at me and moved her tiny hands to my face and started caressing my face. I signaled Robin to take the man away. Camille's eyes were pleading with me. I don't know why. She continued to look at me, then leaned closer and kissed me. I closed my eyes and stupidly gave in to the kiss. It was just a simple kiss, but it was enough to send me into a frenzy. She broke the kiss and continued to stare at me.
"Did he hurt you?" I asked and she shook her head. "What did he do?" She started sobbing, "Tell me what he did to you?" She looked at me and noticed I was dead serious. "Camille."
"He.." She started to tremble yet again, "He kissed my thighs and cupped my breast, then I woke up, I swear he did fuck me Chris, please believe me." Why would my wife think it's her fault that she was almost raped? I hugged her.
"Camille, none of this is your fault. You didn't ask for him to try to rape you. You didn't ask for any of this. Even if he did rape you, you are still my wife, Camila Grayston, and you are still the best mother in the world. Rape doesn't change who you are to me, get that? You are amazing and that's why I love you so damn much. Rape is not a woman's fault and you shouldn't be ashamed or look down on yourself because of it. It doesn't change who you are. You didn't ask for it. You hear?" She nodded, "Now try to get some sleep, I'm not leaving you guys. I'll be right here with the two of you." I said as I planted a kiss on her forehead.
