My Husband’s Rival Wants Me

Chapter 4

Sienna

The sound of a heavy suitcase rolling across the floor was the only noise I could hear from the living room.

I stepped out of the living room and stopped at the top of the grand staircase, looking down at Callum.

It had been more than twenty-four hours since our explosive argument in the car, and we hadn’t spoken a single word to each other since. He was dressed casually, a dark trench coat draped over his arm.

“I’m heading to London for the international shipping summit,” Callum said, looking up at me from the foyer. “I’ll be gone for the next four days.”

I walked down the stairs to meet him. “Safe travels. Try not to think about profit margins on the plane.”

Callum tilted his head, a faint smirk touching his lips at my jab.

“The drivers are at your disposal. While I’m away, remember what I said. You’re free to do whatever you want. You can go on a shopping spree, hook up with someone or whatever. Just ensure it doesn’t get out. The Westbrook name can’t be dragged through the mud.”

His reminder felt like another slap in the face. He truly didn’t care what I did with my time, as long as it didn’t affect him or the family name.

“Don’t worry,” I said, forcing a smile to hide the sting. “I intend to enjoy these four days while you’re away.”

“Goodbye, Sienna.”

He headed toward the door while his driver came over to pick up his luggage.

My smile disappeared the moment the doors clicked shut.

I stared at the empty foyer for a moment.

This was the same Callum I’d shared so many escapades with, and now he was treating me like a business deal. He wouldn’t even sleep with me anymore.

Fine. It was time to follow his advice.

I pulled out my phone and dialed the one person who never let me wallow.

“Sienna?” Chloe’s voice came through. “Please tell me you’re calling to tell me your robotic husband actually took you on a honeymoon.”

“No,” I replied, walking back toward my bedroom. “Callum just left for London. Dress up, Chloe. We’re going to that new VIP lounge downtown, and we’re staying out late.”

There was a brief silence before a slow, wicked laugh came from the other end.

“Now that is the Sienna Caldwell I know. I’ll pick you up at nine. Let’s go make him regret leaving you behind.”

***

“If looks could kill, we wouldn’t survive.” Chloe's eyes widened as she looked at my sultry dress. She looked me up and down with a smirk. “Sienna, that dress is literally a weapon. I don't think I’ve ever seen you wear something so daring.”

I glanced down at my emerald silk slip dress. It cut dangerously low in the front and left my entire back bare, clinging to my curves. It was the most daring dress I owned, and the opposite of the modest, elegant gowns my mother usually forced me into.

“Good.” I shrugged. “That’s the point.”

“Are you sure you want to be out in public looking like that while Callum is across the Atlantic?” Chloe asked. “Paparazzi love this place. I’m not sure you’d want a photo taken, Callum might not...”

“I don’t care,” I interrupted, taking the martini from the bartender before taking a sip. “Callum literally told me I could step out of our marriage. I’m just being an obedient wife.”

Chloe choked on her drink, her jaw dropping. “He said what?”

“Reckless,” a deep, familiar voice came through. “But incredibly breathtaking.”

I looked up as Stefan Grey stepped into our booth. He had discarded his formal attire and was now in a dark shirt with the buttons undone. His eyes slowly swept down the length of my dress, tracing the bare skin of my shoulders.

“Mr. Grey,” I said. “Are you stalking me, or do you just happen to be at the exact same place at the same time?”

“Let’s call it a fortunate coincidence,” Stefan said with a smirk. ignoring the other empty seats as he sat beside me. He signaled the bartender.

“Put whatever the ladies are drinking on my tab. And bring us a bottle of your best champagne.”

Chloe shot me a look, but I gave her a subtle nod, silently telling her to play along.

“Callum let you out tonight?” Stefan’s gaze moved slowly over me before settling back on my eyes. “I assumed you’d be tucked away in his estate.”

“Callum is in London for business,” I replied.

“London?” Stefan tilted his head, a mocking smile on his lips. “Leaving his beautiful new bride alone in the city during their first week of marriage. He’s either completely blind or he is a machine.”

“He has important business in London.”

“I see. If you were my wife, Sienna, there isn’t any business that could make me leave your bed. I’d be too terrified to leave you all alone.”

“You make yourself sound like the perfect husband, and you barely know me.”

“I know enough,” Stefan said, his hand resting on the back of the leather sofa, his fingers brushing lightly against the bare skin of my lower back. “I know you’re bored. And I know you aren’t as unbothered by his absence as you pretend to be.”

“None of that. I’m just passing time.”

“Then let me help you pass it,” he said with a smirk.

For the rest of the night, Stefan stayed by my side. He bought drinks, laughed at my comebacks, and flirted with me without holding back. Every time his hand brushed my skin or his eyes lingered on mine, I felt a wave of desire I couldn’t ignore.

By two in the morning, the lounge was almost empty. Chloe had excused herself an hour earlier after realizing she was a total third wheel, leaving us alone in the dim light of the booth.

I stood up, smoothing down my dress. “I should go. My driver is outside.”

Stefan stood up with me, his body close enough to stop me from walking away. He didn’t look ready to let the night end, his eyes roaming over me.

“You’ve been distracting me all night, Sienna. And that dress…insane. It’s a miracle I haven’t lost my mind entirely.”

I bit my lip. “Consider it a test of your restraint, Mr. Grey.”

“Come home with me,” he said, cupping my face. “Let me take you to my place.”

“My driver is outside, Stefan,” I whispered. “And I can’t exactly be seen leaving with you.”

Stefan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “A pity. But I like a smart woman who knows how to be careful.”

Before I could step away, his hand slid around my waist, his fingers pressing firmly into my bare back as he pulled me against his chest. Then his mouth came down on mine in a sudden, heated kiss.

I gasped against his lips, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kissed him back with sudden, desperate passion before quickly pulling away.

“Goodnight, Stefan.”

“See you soon, Mrs Westbrook,” he muttered with a smirk.

I touched my fingertips to my lips, a rush of adrenaline shooting straight down my spine.