My Husband’s Rival Wants Me

Chapter 5

Sienna

I got home around three in the morning.

I could still feel the lingering warmth of Stefan’s kiss on my lips. The adrenaline from the night was slowly fading, leaving behind a strange mix of excitement and guilt.

It was just a stupid kiss that I should have stopped. It happened, and there was nothing I could do to change that.

My phone lit up on the vanity table. Two unread messages from Callum.

Callum: Hope you enjoyed your night.

I froze.

My thumb hovered over the screen before I opened the next message.

Callum: Saw the photos.

My heart started pounding. Someone had clearly taken pictures of me at the lounge. Had they also gotten a picture of me with Stefan? Had Callum seen us kiss?

I stared at the screen, waiting for another message.

A few seconds later, it came.

Callum: You looked like you were having fun.

I frowned at the screen. He didn’t mention Stefan, which meant he hadn’t seen anything else. At least, I hoped that was true.

***

I was in our shared bedroom, throwing a silk robe over my shoulders as I got ready to meet Chloe when the bedroom doors suddenly clicked open.

Callum walked in.

“Well, look who’s back,” I said, forcing a smile. “I thought you were supposed to be in London in three more days. Did the photos make you a little uneasy?”

“The summit wrapped up ahead of schedule,” Callum said flatly as he took off his watch and set it on the dresser. He turned to face me, his eyes locking onto mine. “We need to talk about last night.”

I crossed my arms. “Oh? I thought you didn’t do domestic drama. I was bored being all alone last night.”

Callum’s gaze swept over the outfit I had just pulled out of my closet. “Are you going out again?”

“I am.”

“Having fun is one thing, Sienna,” he said, as he stepped closer. “But that dress you wore last night? What was the meaning of that? Are you trying to embarrass me?”

I lifted my chin. “You told me you didn’t mind what I did.”

“I told you I didn’t want anything that could put you in the press for the wrong reasons,” he said, his voice devoid of anger but authoritative. “My wife cannot be out in public looking like that. You’re married to a Westbrook now. Dress with some class!”

I laughed softly. “And what if I don’t? What are you going to do? Put a lock on my door?”

“I don’t need to lock your door to keep you in this bed,” he murmured, his hands lightly brushing the side of my neck, then his hands landed on my t**s, making a shiver run down my spine.

“Is this what you’re starving for? Is this what you went out for? Looking for a reaction out of me?”

My phone buzzed in my hand and I pulled away from him.

I glanced at the screen, unknown number.

Unknown: You disappeared on me.

I knew instantly it was Stefan.

I stared at the message for a few seconds, hesitating to reply back with Callum close to me, even though he seemed distracted.

Me: I'm married. I can’t stay out.

Stefan’s reply came back almost instantly.

Stefan: I thought you said he gave you permission to have fun.

“Who is that?” I almost froze at Callum’s voice cutting through.

“Nobody.”

His eyes stayed on my phone before shifting back to me, clearly not convinced. “Then drop it.”

I hurriedly deleted the messages and flung the phone onto the bed.

His gaze returned to mine. His thumb brushed lightly over my lips, making my breath hitch.

“You don’t get to act like a stranger all week, then suddenly acting like a possessive husband whenever it suits your pride.”

“We’ll see about that,” he whispered, his eyes narrowing as he tilted my face up, his hand going over my waist as he pulled me closer for a kiss. His lips were warm, and I kissed him back like I was dying of thirst as he reached for my robe, his hands tracing down my thighs as I held unto him.

Something came to mind, and I placed my hand flat against his chest, pushing him back and breaking the heated moment.

“What’s the issue? I thought you wanted this?”

“Were you with someone else while you were away?”

Callum didn’t look surprised by my question. His expression remained unbothered. “Does that matter?”

Anger flared hot in my chest. “You’re completely unbelievable.”

I spun around, grabbing a short, daring backless dress from the rack and heading straight to the bathroom.

“Do you put on clothes in the bathroom now?” he asked.

Callum knocked on the door, trying to open it. “Open this, Sienna!” he yelled, pounding on the door. “Are you hiding your body from me now?”

I unlocked the door once I was dressed.

Callum's eyes swept over me, lingering for a moment before his expression hardened.

“You’re not leaving in that, are you?”

“I am. Chloe is waiting for me.”

“And you’re dressed like you’re craving men’s attention. You’re changing outfits.”

“You can’t control what I’m comfortable in,” I said, walking toward the door.

“Come back here, Sienna!” he shouted.

I paused with my hand on the doorknob and turned back to him.

“See you later, husband.”

I walked out and slammed the door behind me.

The question from earlier was still spinning in my mind. Does that matter? The fact that he wouldn’t give me a straight answer about whether he slept with someone else in London made my blood boil.