“Luther went to warm some milk for you. He said you can’t drink anything cold. Honestly, where else would you find a husband this good?” Kai said.
“I’m not done moving the drinks yet. I’ll go check on him,” he added casually.
Callista’s eyes turned red as her nails dug into her palms. How many lies had he told her over the years to get to the point where he could lie so effortlessly?
She couldn’t bear to stay another moment.
“I’m tired. I’m heading home,” she said flatly.
“Should I ask Luther to take you?” Kai asked. He was a bit uncertain.
Callista stared at him for a long moment. “There’s no need. I wouldn’t want to ruin his fun.”
Kai seemed uneasy under her gaze. “Then, I’ll call you a car.”
Before getting in, Callista turned back to look at the brother she had raised herself.
Kai’s eyes darted away. “What is it, Cally?”
Callista turned and shut the car door without answering. When she got home, Luther’s call came almost immediately.
“Why didn’t you let me take you home? It’s so late. I got so worried about you being alone.”
At the same time, a message from Wren lit up her phone.
“Was your first time on this bed too? He said you’re too conservative. You always use the same moves.
“It’s no wonder he’s been so pent up after two days with you. He nearly broke me apart tonight.”
Callista thought back to their wedding night. Luther had sensed her nerves immediately.
Instead of staying in their bridal suite, he brought her back to the Caldwell residence, to her familiar childhood room.
That first time, Luther was as restrained as he could be. He was careful with every movement as he put her comfort above all else.
He had been gentle, and tender. When she cried, he cried with her.
“Cally, I love you. I’ll make sure you never regret marrying me,” he had promised.
But now, she regretted it completely.
