Mr Spencer(117)

Charlotte begins to cry, and my stomach drops. I instantly feel like shit.

“I’m sorry that didn’t go to plan, angel.” I reach over and take her hand in mine.

Her face screws up in tears as she watches me. “That’s it, isn’t it?” She begins to really cry. “I’ll never see them now, will I?” She sobs.

“What did you want me to do?”

“Be nice, Spencer. I wanted you to be nice. You said you were going to be nice.”

“I was fucking nice. I should have knocked him out, that’s what I should have done.”

She throws up her hands in despair and begins to wail.

I roll my eyes as I drag my hand down my face. Great. Just fucking great.





*



Two very silence-filled hours later, and I pull into the Four Seasons. I hand the car keys to the valet. Charlotte wanted to sleep here tonight and not at my house.

She’s angry with me for fighting with them, but honestly, what was I supposed to do? What would any man do if he were under attack like that?

I hold her hand as we take the lift in even more silence. I don’t even know what to say to her to try and make this better.

I know more than anyone how much a parent’s rejection hurts.

First mine, now hers.

They don’t even know me.

We walk into the apartment, and she heads straight for the stairs. “I’m going to bed.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m having a drink.”

“You don’t have any scotch left.”

“I’ll go down to the bar to get some.”

“Whatever,” she replies flatly.

Whatever? For fuck’s sake. I’ll give fucking Edward whatever when I see him. He’s done exactly what he wanted to do by causing trouble between us.

I leave and head straight for the hotel bar.

“What will it be?” the waitress asks.

“I’ll have a bottle of Black Label to take away, and a scotch on the rocks for now.”

She smiles as she wipes the bar down. “Sure.”

Moments later, she hands me my drink and I sip it sadly. I go over the conversation with Edward in my head.

“You’re not going anywhere, Charlotte. He’s a player, he’s using you.”

I run my hands through my hair in disgust. I hate that I’m perceived this way.

I honestly love her.

Wyatt and Anthony walk in, and I gesture to the seats beside me.

They sit and both look at me like I just killed a man. “Don’t.” I sigh as I sip my drink.

“Where’s Charlotte?” Anthony asks.

“In bed.”

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I dig it out to see a private number flashing up on the screen.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Anthony says before standing and disappearing around the corner.

“Hello,” I answer.

“You hurt her, and I’ll fucking kill you,” Edward snarls. I listen for a moment and then the phone goes dead.

Adrenaline surges through my body.

Fuck me, what next?

I exhale heavily and stare straight ahead.

“Can I ask you something?” Wyatt says.

“Yeah.” I sip my scotch.

“Have you ever fucked a guy?”

I turn to him and wince. “What?”





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Spencer


He looks me dead in the eye. “I mean… have you ever had sex with a man?”

My eyes widen. “Why are you asking me this?”

He shrugs and sips his beer.

I stare at him for a moment, my mind a clusterfuck of emotions. What the hell is he asking me this for? “No,” I say. “I’ve never fucked a man.”

“Ever been fucked?”

“No.” I frown. “Mate, I like vaginas.” He stares at me.

“Vagina.” I shake my head in disgust that I’m discussing Charlotte’s body parts with him. This day is way too much. I feel like my head’s about to explode. Why the hell would he ask me that now?

“I’m going back upstairs.” I stand in a rush.

Anthony comes back to the bar. “What did I miss?” he asks, looking between us. “Also, can we talk about our new terms of employment?”

Wyatt stares straight ahead and sips his beer, clearly uninterested in the terms of employment.

“Tomorrow. I’m going upstairs.”

“Okay.”

I walk to the elevator and hit the button with force. The doors open, and I text Masters and Seb.

Breakfast at seven. I need to debrief.

Day from fucking hell.





*



My eyes drift over the beautiful woman sleeping in my bed. Her blonde hair is splayed across her pillow, and her eyes flutter while she sleeps. I reach down and slowly bring the blanket up to cover her, and I gently kiss her face.

She tossed and turned all night.

We both did.

Her mind was on her family, my mind was on Wyatt.

Why did he ask me if I’ve ever fucked a man? It was so random… and the timing was weird. Has he heard something about me that’s about to be released to the magazines?