Mr Spencer(119)

“What?” I frown. “He’s not gay, Sebastian.”

“How do you know?”

“He’s all buff and big. This is the guy that I thought liked Charlotte in the beginning. He’s not a bad bloke, actually. He’s definitely not gay.”

“Well, my guess is that he’s thinking about sucking your cock,” Seb mutters into his coffee.

“He’s fucking not. Eww.” I scrunch up my face in disgust at the mental visual. “Don’t even say that out loud.”

Our breakfasts arrive, and we begin to eat in silence.

“So, what are you going to do?” Masters asks.

My email pings on my phone, and I pick it up to read it. “First thing this morning, I’m going to cave in Alexander York’s skull.” I open my email.

“Oh, great.” Masters rolls his eyes. “That will fix everything, you have a great chance of keeping her from jail.”





*



Spencer, I hope this finds you well.

You are required to attend a tender meeting to negotiate new contracts for Universal Steel.

The meeting will take place in the office of Sheridan Walters in NYC on the 17th of October at 4pm.

Speak soon Kellie Anderson, Personal Assistant to Sheridan Walters





“Are you kidding me?” I snap as I read the email.

“What?”

“Oh, this just keeps getting better. Sheridan has pulled a tender meeting in NYC on the 17th.”

“That’s next week.” Seb frowns.

“I know her game. She wants me to go to New York in the hope that she can seduce me.” I feel my heartrate begin to escalate. This is turning into a very stressful day already.

“Jesus,” Seb mutters. “Diabolical.”

“Yeah, like screwing your ex-wife’s sister.”

“No, that’s just fucking stupid,” Masters grumbles.

I put my hand up immediately, and the waitress comes over. “Yes, how can I help you?”

“Can I have a scotch, please?”

“I’ll have one, too,” Seb says. “Do you want one, Masters?”

“No. I have a feeling you two are going to need legal representation very soon.” He shakes his head. “Preferably from someone who’s sober.”





Charlotte


I scramble around in the bottom of my closet and throw everything to the side. “Where are they?” I can’t find one single pair of work shoes. They must all be at Spencer’s house.

Great, now I’m going to have to call in there on my way to work. I storm out of the closet and call Wyatt.

“Hello,” he answers.

“Hi. I’ve left all of my shoes at Spencer’s. We’ll have to leave early and call past on our way through.”

“That’s fine. We’ll be in the foyer.”

“Okay, thanks.”

I quickly finish getting ready, and twenty minutes later I’m in the back of the Mercedes and on our way. While on the journey, my phone rings. It’s my father. My stomach flips.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Hello, darling.”

I smile at the sound of his voice.

“Where are you, sweetheart?”

The car pulls into Spencer’s apartment. “I’m at Spencer’s.”

“Is he home?”

“No, he’s at work.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

I frown. “Where are you?” “In London. I came in this morning. I want to talk to you.”

“Is Edward with you?”

“No.”

I think for a moment. Oh, who cares? I’ll just have the day off work. This is more important.

“Okay, Dad.”

“What’s the address?”

I give him the address while the boys both get out of the car and wait for me to finish my call. When I do, Wyatt opens the door.

“My father is on his way here.”

The boys exchange looks, and without another word they follow me into the elevator and up to Spencer’s floor.

They know that they’re supposed to stand outside my door at all times. I’ve always wanted the privacy, so I finish them early, and as long as they are around or close by, I don’t feel I need them with me twenty-four seven.

My father is different. He has no problem with eight sets of eyes on me at any given time.

We arrive at Spencer’s apartment’s floor, and they take their place on either side. “I’m not going to work today,” I tell them.

“Okay.” Wyatt nods.

I walk in and close the door behind me. I straighten up the cushions on the sofa and fold the throw that I had left out over the back of it. I walk into the kitchen and put the coffee cups from the dryer away. I check everything is neat and tidy, and then I run upstairs to get my shoes. I walk past a mirror in the hall and stop when I see myself.

My eyes are sunken. I look terrible.

“What a mess,” I whisper to the girl staring back at me. I quickly go into our bathroom and apply some makeup and lipstick. I grab my shoes and hear a knock downstairs. I quickly slip my shoes on and run downstairs to open the door in a rush.