Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Xaviera Evans smiled at him, flirtatiously brushing her hair, “Why not? I used to shower here all the time, didn’t I? Sometimes you even held me as we showered together! Caleb… can you help me grab some clothes?”

Caleb’s forehead beaded with sweat, his burning gaze fixed on her fair collarbone. The bath towel could not fully cover her chest, allowing a glimpse of her snowy skin, “I’ll have Steve Price get it…”

“Are you my husband or is Steve Price?! You always let him do everything! Are you going to let him bring it in too? Can’t you help me get something for once?”

Her voice, almost pleading and melodiously soft, tugged at his heartstrings. Caleb felt as if his bones were going soft, and he could hardly stand, “I… I’ll go?”

“Yes, go to my room and get me any clothes you find.”

After a moment of silence and recalling the hot memories in his mind, Caleb couldn’t refuse Xaviera’s request. He rushed out of the room, even carefully closing the door behind him, for fear that Steve would barge in at the wrong time.

Entering Xaviera’s bedroom, Caleb opened the wardrobe to find her clothes. He picked up one of the many sleepwear sets, its thin fabric felt soft and silky in his hot hands. Curious, he held up the sleepwear to examine it.

Boom——!!

His face changed instantly as he quickly tossed the sleepwear aside and blushed, feeling like his ears were about to bleed.

Was this the clothing Xaviera asked him to get for her? Just a few thin pieces of fabric, barely covering anything important. The shoulders only had two slender straps that seemed like they’d break with the slightest force.

Closing his eyes, Caleb took a few deep breaths. In his mind, he could already imagine Xaviera in this sleepwear – her full chest, delicate collarbone, her exposed back, her slender waist, and more…

Trying to rid the thought, he shook his head quickly, forcing himself to calm down. Although he had been asleep all these years, he was still a normal man with strong desires. Seeing this kind of clothing would make it difficult for him to control his urges.

Why did Xaviera have this kind of clothing in her wardrobe? Did he buy it for himself? To satisfy his special fetish?

With heated body and flushed face, Caleb’s eyes darkened as he picked up a sleepwear set and left the bedroom in a hurry.

Wrapped in a bath towel, Xaviera sat on the bed, bored. She could almost imagine the expression on Caleb’s face when he saw those clothes and guessed it’d take him a while to return composed, so she didn’t hurry.

The door handle moved slightly, and Caleb entered the room, his face red. He kept his gaze low, not daring to look straight at her, then with one swift glance, tossed the sleepwear to her.

On the surface, Caleb appeared emotionless and remained cold and unaffected. However, he was gentle to her and looked adorably innocent with his blush.

As she entered the bathroom, Xaviera changed into the sleepwear before leaving. However, Caleb reached out to stop her. It felt as if the room was spinning as he turned her around and pinned her against the wall.

Caleb’s fair skin flushed as he breathed heavily, “Don’t… don’t come out. And from now on… don’t wear this kind of clothing.”

Somehow, his heart felt sour and was mixed with anger. The man who deceived Xaviera didn’t love her but was just using her, and yet she still loved him deeply, willing to do anything to satisfy his desires.

Caleb’s eyes were filled with complex emotions, and after a long silence, he said hoarsely, “Don’t believe him. He is a bad man.”

After saying that, he quickly pulled away, as if shocked by electricity, “You sleep here tonight, I’ll go to the guestroom.”

Leaving those words behind, Caleb fled the room.

Xaviera leaned against the cold wall, smiling enigmatically. What to do? This Caleb was just so irresistibly tempting to tease!

The next morning.

After finishing her breakfast, Xaviera picked up her phone and found many people mentioning her on Twitter. She immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Upon checking, she realized that the users who messaged her were fans of Anna Campbell. The root of the problem was that Anna had uploaded a video of Nidya Hughes crying in front of the camera.