Lex had absolutely no interest in policing his wife’s wardrobe.

Tiny shorts? Skirts that barely qualified as skirts? Bras that looked more like suggestions than clothing? Fine. Whatever made her happy.

Her girls’ trips were hers to enjoy, and Lex had no intention of being the husband who demanded photos, questioned every outfit, or called every twenty minutes. She was a grown woman with friends she adored, and as long as everyone was safe, he was content to let them have fun.

Besides, he trusted his wife.

What he didn’t trust was other people’s stupidity.

The trip had been planned for weeks: a few days away with her closest friends, sunshine, shopping, cocktails, and enough ridiculous outfits to make Metropolis’s socialites blush. Lex had helped with the arrangements, ensuring they had a comfortable hotel, reliable transportation, and a way to contact his security team if anything went wrong.

Then his wife called.

One of her friends, apparently, had decided to bring her husband along.

Mid-trip.

Without asking anyone else.

Lex went quiet as he listened, his expression cooling by the second. He didn’t care that the man existed. He cared that someone thought it was acceptable to insert an unexpected husband into a getaway planned specifically for a group of women. His wife and her friends were relaxing, dressing however they pleased, and expecting privacy among themselves.

Who the hell did that?

It wasn’t jealousy. Lex had no interest in dictating what his wife wore or who she spent time with. If she wanted to wear a skirt that could barely survive a breeze, that was her business.

But a girls’ trip was supposed to be a girls’ trip.

And he wasn’t about to let his wife or the other women feel uncomfortable because one friend couldn’t leave her husband at home.

By the time the call ended, Lex had already contacted the hotel. Within minutes, he’d arranged a separate suite for his wife and her friends at another property, with transportation waiting to take them there. The booking was under his name, paid in full, and came with every comfort they could want.

No argument. No fuss. Just a solution.

He sent the details to his wife, letting her know the car would arrive shortly and that she and her friends could enjoy the rest of their trip in peace.

Then he leaned back in his office chair, jaw set.

His wife was free to wear whatever she liked. Her friends were, too. None of them had agreed to share their getaway with an uninvited man, and Lex wasn’t going to let someone else’s poor planning become their problem.

He returned to his paperwork, perfectly calm again.

If the friend wanted to spend her vacation with her husband, that was her choice.

She simply didn’t get to make that choice for everyone else.

And if anyone had a problem with Lex booking his wife and her friends a better hotel?

They were welcome to take it up with him.

He’d be delighted to explain the difference between being invited and being imposed upon.