16 His Plan
Her wide eyes met Theo’s, and his expression mirrored hers—troubled and tense.
“Mom? Dad?” She forced a smile and stepped forward. “What are you doing here?”
Just as she reached to sit, Pamela stood up abruptly, blocking her with a sharp glare.
“This is what you call a good marriage?” her mother snapped. “It’s New Year’s, Sienna! And you left your husband alone to go out in the middle of the night?”
“Mom, I had something important—”
“What could possibly be more important than your marriage?” Pamela cut her off, voice rising. “You’re Theo’s wife now! He’s a good man. He doesn’t question you, doesn’t doubt you. That doesn’t mean you can take advantage of his trust!”
“I know, Mom… I’m sorry.” Sienna lowered her eyes, her voice soft. “It’s my fault. I should have done better.”
“I’m fine, Mom,” Theo jumped in quickly, trying to de-escalate. “Sienna had something to take care of. It’s okay.”
“Theo, let me talk to my daughter,” Pamela cut him off, her tone sharp.
Then her gaze snapped back to Sienna. “If we hadn’t come here unannounced, we would’ve never known how carelessly you behave!”
“I’m sorry, Mom,” Sienna repeated, her expression full of guilt. “I promise, I’ll be more careful.”
She tried to calm Pamela down, repeating her apologies again and again.
Only after that did Pamela finally ease up, giving her a disappointed nod and letting her go.
Sienna sighed and waved goodbye, watching her mother leave the house. But Theo was still there. He glanced at Sienna, his expression serious.
“We have to make your mom believe we’re in a good relationship,” he mumbled, then suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs to the first floor.
Dragging her out onto the bedroom balcony, he positioned her right at the edge, right where her parents could clearly see them from the garden below.
Without hesitation, he pulled her close, pressing his thumb against her lips before leaning in. One hand slid to the back of her neck as he tilted his head, making it appear as though they were locked in a passionate kiss.
Then Theo pulled away slightly.
“Do you think they bought it?” Sienna whispered.
Theo stole a glance down. He dipped his head into the curve of her neck, pressing in closer like he was still kissing her.
“They’re still downstairs,” he murmured. “But I think they saw us. That’s good. We have to keep pretending.”
He moved to the other side of her neck, his lips brushing her skin again to keep up the act. To anyone watching, it looked like they were completely caught up in a heated moment.
What neither of them realized was that Sienna’s parents weren’t the only ones watching.
Adrian had followed Sienna. Standing in the house next door, he watched everything from a perfect angle. Every movement. Every touch. Every kiss. His eyes locked onto Theo’s hands on Sienna, his lips on her skin, and rage exploded through his chest.
He had followed Sienna home. But nothing could have prepared him for what he saw now—Theo with his hands all over her, kissing her, holding her like she belonged to him.
Adrian’s jaw clenched so hard it ached. His eyes blazed with fury.
The moment Theo kissed Sienna, Adrian’s fist flew out and slammed against the brick wall beside him. His knuckles split open, blood dripping down his hand as he burned with rage. But he didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look down at the injury. His focus stayed on Theo, and Sienna.
Theo was touching her. Kissing her. And she wasn’t pushing him away.
With every second, the fury built inside him, hotter and darker.
“You’re going to be mine,” Adrian growled under his breath, his chest heaving. “I’m not waiting anymore. I’ve had enough. Theo will never touch you again. You’ll be mine, Sienna. Only fucking mine!”
His fists curled tighter as he watched Theo continue to pretend like he owned her. Every second of that embrace set his blood boiling.
But then, something else caught his attention.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another figure rush out from the garden below and disappear into the street, heading toward a dark alley. A woman, small, almost hiding in the shadows. Adrian’s eyes narrowed as he focused in.
“Rosie?” he muttered, stunned.
He recognized her immediately from the photos his private investigator had sent, pictures of her with Theo.
She turned slightly, panicked, glancing back at the house. And that’s when Adrian saw that she had a bump.
She was pregnant.
His blood ran cold. His entire body went still, the shock slamming into him like a truck.
“She’s pregnant?” he whispered, disbelief flooding his voice.
And then fury returned, faster and fiercer.
“That bastard!” he roared quietly, his voice raw. “He knocked up his mistress and snuck her into the house behind Sienna’s back? While she wasn’t even home?”
Adrian’s hands balled into fists again, nails digging into his skin. His vision blurred with rage.
Theo and Sienna disappeared back into the house, walking back into the bedroom, still entangled in a heated makeout. Adrian burned, consumed by a storm of possessiveness and fury.
Moments later, Sienna’s parents left too, walking back to their car, believing everything was fine between the couple.
Adrian yanked out his phone and hit a number. It rang once.
“Sir?” Matthew answered immediately.
“I need the CCTV footage from Montgomery House for the last two hours. Right now. I want every second of it,” Adrian commanded, voice low and lethal.
“Yes, sir. Sending it to you shortly.”
Adrian stood where he was, breathing hard. Every second ticked like an explosion in his head, his mind running wild with images, Sienna and Theo in that bedroom, alone, and everything that could be happening in there.
His phone pinged. A message from Matthew.
“I’ve sent the footage to your phone, sir.”
Adrian opened the chat. His hands trembled as he clicked on the video. The screen lit up, showing Theo’s car pulling up in the driveway earlier, and then a heavily pregnant Rosie stepping out. He watched Theo help her into the house like it was normal. Like she belonged there.
All while Sienna had no idea.
“You married this fucking bastard,” Adrian muttered, staring at the screen, “and you still care about him so much that you run to him whenever he calls?”
His fists clenched around his phone.
“Theo’s not the man everyone thinks he is. And you’ve already suffered enough. I’ve hurt you too, but there will never be another damn person on this earth who’ll get to hurt you again.”
His voice dropped, dark and filled with steel.
“I’ll get you back, Sienna. No matter what it takes.”
***
Sienna and Pamela stepped into a small clinic. Pamela had insisted on a check-up for her pregnancy, dragging her here first thing in the morning.
Sienna took a deep breath as they entered, frowning at the sterile smell of the waiting area.
“Go inside,” Pamela said, gently pushing her toward the consultation room. “I’ll take care of the paperwork.”
The clinic was nearly empty, only a receptionist and a woman seated outside the examination room.
As Sienna approached, the woman stood up with a polite smile.
“Ms. Sienna? We already have your name on the appointment list.”
Sienna returned the smile weakly, and the woman opened the door for her.
The room inside was surprisingly normal, more like a doctor’s office than a surgical room. A hospital bed sat in the corner, along with a desk, a chair, and some medical equipment.
Sienna stepped in and the door clicked shut behind her. She looked around for the doctor. But the room was empty.
She turned to leave when suddenly, a strong hand snatched her from behind.
She gasped, spinning around, but another hand clamped over her mouth before she could speak. Her back hit the wall with a quiet thud. Her eyes flew wide in shock.
It was Adrian.
He stared at her, breathing hard. Then, without a word, he lowered his head, and kissed her.
His mouth crashed onto hers, rough and hungry. There was no gentleness in the way his lips claimed hers, just raw need and the kind of desperation that left her breathless.
His hand threaded into her hair, tugging her head back slightly so he could angle deeper. His lips moved over hers with wild precision, bruising, devouring. His tongue parted her lips, demanding entry, and when she opened for him, he didn’t hold back. He kissed her like he owned her, tongue tangling with hers in slow, filthy strokes that made her toes curl and her knees go weak.
Every movement was hot and unrestrained. His teeth grazed her bottom lip, biting just enough to make her gasp. And that tiny sound—that gasp—had him groaning into her mouth, pressing even closer, like he couldn’t bear a single inch of space between them.
Their breaths mingled in quick, shallow bursts. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, could feel the way his body trembled with restraint.
She whimpered, melting into him completely. Her hands fisted his shirt, holding on like she’d fall apart if she let go.
By the time he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her face flushed, her breath coming in uneven gasps. His eyes burned into hers, dark and full of need, his thumb stroking the edge of her jaw.
“Adrian,” she hissed, panicked. “What are you doing here? God, this is a hospital! My mom is right outside!”
“I came for a checkup too,” he said casually.
“You? A check-up? For what?” she asked, clearly not buying it. Her breaths were still harsh from the kiss, burning through her body.
He didn’t even blink, eyes locked on her face. “Just a check-up,” he said casually. “I was passing by, saw the hospital, and then I saw you.”
Her expression hardened. She pushed against his firm chest. “Adrian, don’t joke around. I came here for a real check-up with my mom. Where’s the doctor?”
Adrian smirked. He dipped his head, his nose brushing her throat, body pressing firmly against hers. His hand stroked slowly up her waist.
“I’ll give you a thorough check-up myself. Don’t worry. I’m very good at examining your body. You already know that, don’t you?”
“Sienna, is everything alright?” Pamela called from outside.
Sienna stiffened, panic rushing to her face. “Yes, Mom! I’m fine!” she called back quickly, trying to steady her voice.
But Adrian didn’t stop. His lips trailed kisses along her jawline, then lower to her throat, licking her skin with maddening slowness.
Her breath caught. “Oh God,” she whimpered, unable to hold back the sound.
“Sienna?” Pamela’s voice was louder now. “Are you hurt?”
Sienna’s face flushed bright red. She had to stop herself from moaning again, her voice shaky as she shouted back, “I said I’m fine, Mom! Please stop talking!”
Adrian’s hand was under her top now, tugging it aside. His lips returned to her throat, then down to the swell of her chest. His hand pushed her bra aside, his rough fingers flicking over her nipple. Her whole body shuddered under him.
“Stop, Adrian,” she whispered breathlessly, pushing weakly at his shoulders. “Tell me the truth. What are you really doing here?”
He looked frustrated, like he wanted nothing more than to keep touching her. But her serious eyes forced him to slow down. He sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.
“Fine,” he grumbled. “It was my plan.”
“What?”
“I’m the one who sent the clinic’s information to your mom,” he confessed. “She kept insisting you see a doctor. So, I arranged for her to bring you here alone. That way, she’d stop stressing you about a pregnancy and I could see you too.”
His voice softened as he spoke, face shadowed with longing.
He dipped his head again, kissing her collarbone. “I missed you,” he whispered. “Missed your scent, your skin…”
His tongue ran along her throat, and with growing urgency, he tugged her top aside, revealing her bra. With one swift move, he pushed the bra down and flicked her nipple, his breath hot and heavy against her skin.
Sienna’s body trembled.
The more she tried to hold back, the more ravenous he became, licking, kissing, tasting her like he couldn’t get enough.
“Adrian…” she breathed, voice trembling. Her fingers clenched around the front of his shirt, trying to hold herself together. “My mom is right outside. I… I should go.”
But he didn’t move back. His eyes darkened, filled with hunger.
“Don’t worry about her,” he growled, grabbing her face and pulling her closer. “Focus on me. I missed you so fucking much, Sienna.”
Sienna’s breath hitched as his mouth devoured her skin, her back pressing into the cool wall of the clinic exam room. The sterile scent of alcohol wipes and antiseptic still clung to the air, but all she could smell now was him. Adrian. Masculine, musky, overpowering.
“Adrian—” she tried again, but her words died as his mouth crashed over hers.