Mr Spencer(130)

“I think your desk arrived today. Go and take a look.” He smiles.

I skip down the hallway and open the door to my office. My mouth falls open.

My desk did arrive, and on the top of it are vases and vases of beautiful flowers. “Spence,” I whisper as I look around at them all and see a card is pinned to one. I open it.

To my beautiful Charlotte

Congratulations.

I am so very proud of you.

You are the light of my life.

I love you,

Spence

xox





My eyes instantly fill with tears and I turn to him.

“I love you.” He smiles tenderly down at me.

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I whisper, overcome with emotion.

I turn back to the desk and notice a black briefcase. “What’s in there?”

“That’s your office supplies.” He smirks with a mischievous look in his eyes.

I frown and click open the catch. All set out and strategically placed inside black foam are a large assortment of dildos and sex toys.

“What the hell?” I gasp as my eyes fly up to his. “Spencer!”

He chuckles at my shocked reaction.

“What on earth would I need this for?”

“To keep in your desk in case of an emergency.”

My mouth falls open. “You think I’m going to masturbate in my office? Are you crazy?”

He shrugs. “It’s a great stress reliever. Being in business is tough, babe.”

“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes. “You are a sex maniac.” I slam the briefcase closed. “We’re taking these home. There’s no way in hell I’m doing that in here.”

He licks his lips, arousal flickering in his eyes. “Threesome tonight, it is.”

“You want to have a threesome with me and a dildo?”

“That’s right.”

“Spencer Jones, you are a sexual deviant.”

He grabs me by the behind and sinks his teeth into my neck. “One who likes to watch.”





Spencer


I’m staring at the diamond rings beneath the glass cabinet in Tiffany.

Nothing stands out to me.

This is the fifteenth jewellery store I’ve been to.

How could a diamond set in gold possibly show how I feel about her?

There aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe it.

This woman, this perfect angel, has swooped into my life and changed everything I thought I knew about myself.

I thought I was happy. I thought I had life all figured out, but I was fucking miserable before I met her. I just didn’t know it because I had nothing to compare it to.

I couldn’t bring Masters or Seb shopping with me. This is just so deeply personal and something I never thought I would be doing.

I need to do it alone.

“Can I help you, sir?” the shop attendant asks.

“Uh.” I frown, still looking at all the rings on display. “I’m just trying to get some ideas, although I’ve no idea what I am looking for.”

“You’re getting engaged?”

“Hopefully.” I smirk to myself.

“Soon?”

“I plan to ask her on Christmas Eve.”

“What a wonderful time of the year. Does she know?”

I shake my head. “No, it’s a surprise.”

“How wonderful. I’ll leave you in peace, but please call me if you see anything that catches your eye. We also have a jeweller who can help you design the ring of your dreams.”

“Okay, great. Thank you. If he has a moment to spare, I’d like to speak to him, please?”

“I’ll see if he’s around.” She disappears out of sight.

I keep looking through the cabinets. I wish I could ask Sheridan for her opinion. She’s always been my confidant.

I miss her.

Not the sex, I don’t miss sleeping with her. I miss her friendship but I know that one comes with the other and it’s not possible to have her in my life anymore.

But at moments like this, when normally she would be the first person I would call for an opinion, her absence is all around me.

It makes me sad, if I’m honest.

Ten years is a long time.

“Hello, sir.” A man smiles, appearing behind the counter. He holds his hand out to shake my hand. “I’m Cyrus, the designer.”

“Hello.” I smile.

“Stephanie tells me that you’re looking for an engagement ring.”

“Yes. It has to be a perfect diamond and extremely feminine, not chunky. It can’t be too big, she hates flashy. It needs to be understated and classically beautiful… just like she is.”

He smiles brighter. “She sounds special.”

“She is.” I smirk, my heart swelling with pride. “How she loves me, I’ll never know.”





*



Six hours later, I walk out of the elevator on my floor and see the ever-present guards by my door. I passed another two on the bottom floor, and there is someone with our cars in the basement parking bay at all times now.

“Hello, Spencer,” they greet me.

“How long has she been home?” I ask just to make conversation.