Come Back to Me

Hey there...champ, how the hell are ya?" I smiled awkwardly as Sinister stared at Anton and I with such an intense rage, I was kind of turned on.

No, Calla. Bad Calla. He is the enemy right now.

"Don't call me 'champ'." He fumed, his eyes bled anger.

"Oh, okay. Sport? Pal? Throw me a line here, because I'm quite confused."

"The fuck do you think you're doing, Calla?!" He hissed at me, though I couldn't help but notice his arm was still around Hayden's waist. That little whore just stood there, looking completely and utterly disgusted with me.

I turned my attention to her, "Hey Susan, how's your night going?"

She scoffed, "I know you know my real name."

I bit down on my lip, "I don't recall giving a fuck about what your name is. All I care to know is why you're pawing at my husband like the bitch you are."

Her mouth widened at my words and Sinister stared daggers at me.

"Woof!" I barked.

"Calla what the fuck is wrong with you?" He hissed.

"Ohhhh, I don't knoww, maybe it's because I'm your wife, you know? And you brought me here, and all you seem to be capable of doing is groping Nanny McPhee over here."

Sinisters fists clenched by his side, "Why the fuck were you dancing with him? Huh? Do you really get jealous that easily? Are you that desperate for attention?"

Ouch.

"He's talked to me more than you have tonight." I frowned.

"Are you really that needy?" He fumed, his icy eyes monstrous.

I backed up, Anton pressed his hand onto my shoulder protectively. I felt like crying, this fucking hurt.

"Mr. Velkov, as a guest in my home, I suggest you calm down a little so we can handle this like gentlemen, and stop yelling at Calla." Anton said from behind me.

This only made Sinister more furious as he took a step towards us.

really think I give a fuck about being a gentlemen right now? You just had your hands all over my fucking

him, "How does that make you any less in the wrong? Huh?

is Hayden!" She yelled at

I screamed, my body heaved as I tried not to

dropped his hands away from Hayden

on, Calla. We're going

away from him, "No! I don't want to."

us, Sabrina was hot on his heels, his eyes were wide as he watched

on? Sinister you cannot make a scene,

Sinister growled as he reached out to grab me

pulled away, drawing my attention to

I'm not going with him. Not tonight." My eyes were

awhile, we were all silent. My body was shaking and I

he looked at Sebastian, "You may stay here

babysitter." I frowned. Even though it

turned to Seb, "keep your eye on her. I need to leave before I murder this fucking bastard." He spat at Anton, running his hands angrily

and I felt like crying, he did the exact same thing to me, what gives him the right? How is he able to justify

to leave, his eyes bloodshot with fury, but he turned to me, "Calla" he whispered, "Everything I do, I do for a reason. Please

grabbed a smirking Hayden

mean? What is he up to? Jesus fuck, I wish I could drink right now. I needed a drink. No Calla. Bad Calla. No

really bringing her with him?" I asked to Sebastian, my heart was sinking as I

from me. What the fuck

put his arm

walked out of the massive ballroom, and up a flight of grand looking stairs. There were body guards all around us, watching Anton protectively as he led us up the steps and towards a series of long halls. He stopped at a

is my room, you can stay

you, your highness, I'm a sheet hogger. Yeah that's right, you'll freeze your royal ass off while I'm snuggling

just stay in

love." Anton grinned pointing towards another door, "You both may stay in

tightly walking into the bedroom, leaving Anton

myself. I was still upset as hell, not only did my husband openly grope another woman, he actually left with her. I felt

very good man, you know that

"The fuck are you