Page 164 of Falling for the Wife

Those dark, penetrating eyes only made a quick scan towards me before he glanced at the merry Italian. “I gave you orders, Luca,” Callum growled as he watched Luca join Lindsey and I.

“Dude, chill out, okay? Little wifey looks hot and she needs some fun, too.” Lindsey handed me a shot of tequila and did one with me. Boob shot and all, much to my shock.

Dimitris was there to sweep her off her feet and flung her over his shoulder. “Give us half an hour, we’ll be back. I have some private matters to discuss with my wife,” he excused them. Before they disappeared, however, I caught him giving her a big smack on the ass.

Yeah, that man wasn’t going anywhere. The man was in love with her and he was proud of it. It was an admirable trait. One I liked very much.

“Honeymoon period… after that… it’s all bullshit.” Luca looked away as if remembering something before he gazed over towards me. The known playboy look was back in place. “So, Stella is staying with me.” He even had the gall to fling his arm around my shoulder and tugged me close. “Right, princess?”

I groaned.Princess?Seriously. I protested as I pinched his side a little. “Right.”

Callum’s eyes flicked back and forth as he took in our immediate closeness. “What do you mean bystaying with you?” he hissed, furious. Maybe if I looked closely, I might see the steam come out of his ears because they were beyond red.

Luca amiably smiled, unconcerned. “That means she’s staying in my bedroom.”

“YOU. UPSTAIRS. NOW!” he barked with such authority that even Luca didn’t say anything, but he had, in fact, kept that smug looking smile of his as I glared past Callum and stomped my way to the upper deck where we could speak privately.

The deck was empty, but the LED lighting around it made it cozy and I suddenly became hyperaware of Callum’s presence. I didn’t like that he was being such an arse, and I’d barely had the chance to breathe evenly before he demanded answers.

“Why are you here?” The hiss and the furious piercing gaze didn’t even faze me.

“I heard about what happened and I got concerned.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Well, I’m making it mine now.”

“You have no right to interfere with my life. If I want to wreck it, then it’s my decision.”

Oh, so he was beyond incorrigible. It was infuriating. “I’m your wife. In the eyes of the law, I have every goddamned right.”

“Oh, so you’re my wife now?” He snorted, unperturbed. “How’s dating life going,wife? Shagged all the cocks you wanted, have you?” Callum spat the words at me. Each word stabbed into me, making me even more enraged than I had been earlier on.

I was so focused on his words that I didn’t even catch myself until it was too late; I slapped the bloody bastard. “Go to hell!”

“Guess they didn’t live to up to standards? You’ll never get over how my cock made your body sing and weep at the same time. You should’ve known thatthe firstsare always hard to let go.”

I slapped him again and he flashed me those darkened eyes that sent chills all the way down my spine. “Keep insulting me. I’ll keep slapping you,” I threatened, but my words didn’t affect him at all.

He simply looked like a raging bull with a red flag being waved at him, ready to strike.

My whole body tensed, ready for a duel. However, my determined stance got swept into the air when he launched himself at me, captured my face with his large hands and consumed my lips with the ferocity of an imprisoned animal that had gotten free of its cage.

Callum ate me whole and my betraying body merely sighed at the feel of him.

A guttural groan sprung from him as he kissed me, desperately. Ardently. Beautifully. “You just had to come, didn’t you? I left England because I couldn’t stay away from you. I had tried and done all things possible so that you could have your own lifewithout mebecause you asked for it to be that way. You wanted to be left alone. You wished me away, so I had to do what I thought was the best for the both of us and stayed away from London.” He parted from my lips, eyes fixed on me. “But now you’re here—in my territoryand looking as beautiful as ever—and you expect me to remain the same?” He tsk-tsked me, shaking his head. “Don’t you know me at all?”

I did. Well, I thought I did. The old Callum would’ve divorced me already, but he hadn’t. My brain was remembering things, confusing me more. The biggest question was, which Callum was he; the old or new?

He remained still as he watched me think, calculating everything about me. “Time’s running out on you, so you better start counting down.”

Was that a threat or a warning? “What the hell for?”

“So you’ll know when the time stops; that will be when I will make you my wife again.”

Back to the root of all evil, Callum’s desires. “You can’t force me to be with you.”

If he thought I was simply going to spread my legs open just because I still wanted him, then he could think again.