He Wants An Open Marriage? Done!

Chapter 23: The Perfect Opportunity

Two hours later, the bedroom door clicked open, and Roxanne stepped quietly into the dark room.

Christian’s eyes snapped open at the sound. He didn’t move, pretending to sleep as he watched her through slit eyes. She was holding her high heels in one hand, stepping lightly across the carpet. She stripped off her dress in the shadows and walked straight into the bathroom.

The sound of the shower turning on filled the quiet room. Christian sat up and grabbed his phone to check the time. It was two in the morning. He stared at the glowing screen, his anger simmering.

Suddenly, a soft sound cut through the rush of the water. Christian froze. His head snapped toward the bathroom door, his brows drawing together.

Roxanne’s muffled moan echoed again. He sat up straighter. Why was she moaning in the shower? Then his eyes widened in surprise. Was she touching herself? ƒrēewebnovel.com

He threw the blanket off his legs and stood up. The cold floor bit at his bare feet as he walked toward the bathroom. Roxanne? Touching herself? Where exactly had she been tonight, and what had happened out there to make her come home like this?

He pushed the bathroom door open slowly and quietly. Through the steam and the glass door of the shower, he saw her silhouette. One of her hands was planted flat against the wet tiled wall. Her other hand was sliding down between her thighs. Her head was thrown back under the running water, her lips parted as another soft gasp escaped her.

A small, smug smile curved Christian’s lips. This was perfect. This was the exact opportunity he needed to make her feel wanted again. If he could satisfy her right now, she would be back under his control.

The thought instantly made his blood rush, and he felt his shaft hardening beneath his pajamas. He looked down, then back at her shadow through the glass. Before he could stop himself, he rubbed his hand against his pants, his own arousal spiking.

He leaned in closer, but his shoulder accidentally brushed the wooden doorframe. The hinges let out a sharp, loud creak.

The sound cut through the noise of the water. Roxanne’s eyes flew wide open. Her head snapped toward the door. In a flash, her hands flew down to cover her chest and her vagina, blocking herself from his gaze.

"What the hell are you doing?" she spat. Her voice trembled with anger, her chest still heaving from the pleasure he had just interrupted.

Christian kept the smug smile on his face. He stepped fully into the bathroom, pushing the door wide open. "You don’t have to touch yourself when you have a husband right here," he murmured, his voice low as he stepped toward the shower. "Let me take care of that for you."

Roxanne let out a harsh scoff. Without a second thought, she violently slid the glass door open and pushed right past his shoulder, reaching for her towel. "News flash, Christian," she said, wrapping the thick cotton tightly around her body. "You are years too late. I no longer need a single thing from you." She glared at him, her damp hair sticking to her shoulders.

"Stop playing hard to get," Christian snapped, his smile fading into irritation. "You clearly need this—"

"I do not!" she shot back, cutting him off before he could finish. "And I definitely don’t want it from you." She turned on her heel and marched out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

Christian stood in the steam, his jaw tight as he followed her out. A deep frown pulled at his brows. Why wasn’t she jumping at his offer? In six years of marriage, she had never rejected him like this, not even when she found out he had cheated.

Roxanne ignored him completely. She roughly dried her hair with a smaller towel, slipped into a nightie, and got into bed. She immediately pulled the covers over her shoulders and turned her back to him.

Christian stood by the edge of the bed for a long moment, his mind racing in the dark. Finally, he climbed in on his side, keeping a wide distance between them.

He tossed and turned for hours, unable to clear his head, while Roxanne slept soundly beside him. He barely managed to catch an hour of sleep before the bright morning sun began to filter through the curtains.

When he finally opened his blurry eyes, he saw Roxanne standing in front of the full-length mirror. She was holding up two expensive designer outfits, studying her reflection.

Christian lay still, watching her for thirty agonizing minutes. She tried on dress after dress, examining every angle. His confusion turned into deep panic.

Since when did Roxanne care this much about her appearance? She had never tried on six different outfits just to go out. And the dress she finally chose was tight, hugging her curves in a way that was entirely too revealing for a normal day. Where on earth was she going?

Completely oblivious to the war raging in her husband’s mind, Roxanne grabbed her bag, opened the bedroom door, and walked out without saying a single word to him.

Christian bolted upright in bed, his eyes locked on the empty doorway. "I have to do something right now, or she is going to ruin my chance to become CEO," he muttered to himself. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and quickly dialed a number. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

The line connected on the second ring.

"Good morning, Mr. Westbrook," his assistant’s voice came through the speaker.

"Amelia, listen to me carefully," Christian said, his voice sharp and urgent. "Get me two of the most influential media reporters in the city. I want them waiting at the main office building in ten minutes."

"Reporters, sir?" Amelia stammered, caught off guard. "What do you need the press for so early in the morning?"

"I am going to make a grand gesture," Christian said, his eyes narrowing into malicious slits as he stared at the wall. "I want to show the entire management exactly how much my wife means to me. Get it done."

He ended the call and threw the phone back onto the mattress. A slow, victorious smile spread across his face.

This was the perfect plan. It would kill two birds with one stone. That mystery man she had dressed up for would finally see exactly who she belonged to, and the board of directors would see the flawless family man they wanted.

"Genius," Christian whispered to the empty room, his confidence rushing back. "Just genius."