Maxwell and his family arrived in the United States and a fleet of black cars were waiting for them. Each one was in a different vehicle, accompanied by armed men.
Maxwell was tired, and now a little sorry, for his betrayal. But he tried to console his ethics, saying that every man has cheated once and that it was normal to slip up, after all, he wasn't perfect. However, an insistent voice in his conscience kept telling him that what was wrong was that he wanted to persist in his mistake. But he was determined to ignore that voice. He couldn't abandon Camille. That would also be against his principles. He believed that when two bodies came together, they were getting married. That's why he never invited Anna to get married in church. He thought it was a pompous celebration that only served to flaunt purely human and selfish standards.
The cars arrived at their destination together, and as soon as Maxwell got out of the car, he was faced with a huge mansion. It was much bigger and more beautiful than the one he had lived in before. It was lined with trees and stone paths. The only thing that bothered him was the presence of a swimming pool. It was all fenced off, but he knew the genius of his children, and he knew that they would use their creativity until they found a way past the security. She took a deep breath and eventually resigned herself to the idea of putting a lifeguard there for the whole day.
The children got out of the cars and met up to enter the mansion together. They were excited. Maxwell looked at Tayme and saw that she was laughing happily with her brothers. Perhaps she had forgotten everything that had happened.
Anna's father came out of the door and waited for the children to come up the five steps to greet them.
Jenna also ran into his arms. And with everyone in his arms, she looked at Maxwell with an inquiring gaze as he stood still, looking around.
Maxwell's eyes met Henry's, and he greeted him with a nod. Anna's father raised an eyebrow in suspicion, then entered with the children and Jenna.
Maxwell needed to sort something out before going in. He saw a few servants heading towards the back of the mansion and discreetly called out to Camille, who was among them.
As soon as she approached, looking around with fear in her eyes, he opened the door of the car he had come down in.
"Get in. You can't stay here." He said, feeling like the worst human being.
"Why not?"
"Get in, Camille. Don't argue with me." He said angrily, but without changing his voice, so as not to attract attention.
Camille got in, and he got in next to her and ordered the driver to take him to a nice hotel in the city. The driver looked at him through the rearview mirror, but said nothing and started the car.
He took them to the best hotel he knew in town, and Maxwell released him to go back to the mansion and rest.
Together with Camille, he entered the hotel, carrying her suitcase, and someone soon came to greet him. She was a short brunette with an impeccably clean and elegant uniform.
"Can I help you?"
"I want to book a room, but I don't know for how many days yet..."
"I can arrange it immediately." The woman said, and went behind a counter, where she typed quickly, and stared at them looking embarrassed. "Without any commitment or advance booking, I'll only have three rooms, a single room, a suite for a couple, and a shared room, also for a couple. The difference between these last two, apart from the price, is that the first one I mentioned has a bathtub and a small living room.
"We'll take that one." Maxwell decided, considering himself lucky.
The young woman typed again and registered Maxwell in her system, and soon a porter came to pick them up, to accompany them, and took the suitcases out of Maxwell's hands.
"Just one more thing... My wife doesn't speak our language. Do you know anyone who can give her lessons here at the hotel and then at home when I arrange one?"
"My teacher does jobs like that. If the language she knows is French, I'm fluent and she can ask me for whatever she needs. I'll make a note of it here, and if she calls and someone picks up, she'll automatically transfer it to me. And I'll call my teacher now to see if he's available.
Maxwell looked at Camille.
"Do you speak French?"
"Yes."
Maxwell turned to the receptionist.
"Thank you very much." Maxwell thanked her and finally followed the porter to the elevator, then down a corridor and into a luxury room.
"You're sleeping here?" Camille asked, surprised by the luxury of the place.
"No. But I want you to be as comfortable as possible. Perhaps a teacher will come today to talk to you about the language lessons here.
"I didn't need all this luxury just for myself. I'm not used to these exaggerations and I'm even afraid of getting used to them."
"You don't have to be afraid at all." Maxwell said, approaching her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. "You're my wife now, and you'll have everything you want." He said hoarsely, and kissed her eagerly.
The kiss got bolder, and he threw her on the bed, lifted up her dress and penetrated her without much affection, and then possessed her in every way he wanted. Afterwards, he went to the bathroom and took a shower, not caring that she hadn't reached orgasm when he released her. She wasn't his first wife, and if he paid more attention to her, he would feel that he was betraying Anna in affection, too. And as he showered, he decided that Camille would be his, yes. But he wouldn't allow himself to be dominated by her, as he had been dominated by his love for Anna. She would be a substitute for when Anna wasn't ready. He came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel around his waist and put on his clothes.
Camille stood with her arms crossed behind her head, still naked and staring at him indignantly.