Mr Spencer(18)

“She’s a virgin.”

They both stare at me, and I swear, it’s so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

I throw my hands up in the air. “I know, right? What the actual fuck is that about?”

“Oh, hell,” Masters whispers, running his fingers over his stubble. “So, what happened? She told you she was saving herself for marriage, and then kicked you out?” Seb asks.

“Nope. She told me she was a virgin and I freaked out like a fucking baby, and then she kicked me out.”

Masters stares at me. “You did what?”

I shake my head. “I can’t deal with that kind of pressure, man. I can’t even be monogamous to one woman for more than a week.” I pinch the bridge of my nose.

Seb nods. “That’s a truth.”

Masters frowns at me, not saying a word.

“We had dinner and then went back to her house. Before we got inside, I had words with her fucking security guard.”

“She has a security guard?” Masters asks.

“Yeah, and I reckon he is sweet on her. He was way too invested.” I pause as I remember the look on Wyatt’s face. “Once I got rid of him, we got busy and I told her we should fuck. That’s when she told me she was a virgin.”

Our breakfasts arrive to a table filled with silence.

I pick up my knife and fork.

“Fuck me,” Seb eventually whispers. “Why does this shit never fucking happen to me?” He slaps his forehead. “I would give my left fucking nut to have a virgin.”

Masters chuckles. “Right?” He cuts into his toast. “Imagine how hot the sex would be.”

They both smile darkly.

“Stop it.” I groan. “Don’t even think about sex with her.” I point my knife at Sebastian. “You go near her and I’ll fucking kill you.”

The two of them chuckle in unison.

“Jesus Christ, calm down.” Seb laughs.

I run my both hands through my hair. “This woman has got me going fucking crazy.”

“So, do something about it.”

“I can’t fuck her!” I snap. “You don’t just fuck a girl like Charlotte.”

“No, you don’t.” Seb shakes his head. “You fuck her, you marry her. Hands down, one-hundred percent.”

I begin to perspire. “See?” I point my knife at them. “I can’t get married.”

“Why not?” Masters frowns.

“Because, I’ve seen the hell you two have been through and I’m not wired to be with just one woman.”

“I didn’t think I was either,” Masters says.

“What made you change?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I didn’t want anyone else touching me but her.”

I stare at him.

“And I didn’t want to touch anybody else. It stopped being just about the sex and more about when I got to spend time alone with her.”

I shake my head in disgust and look at Seb. “See, this is what I’m talking about. Nothing good can come of this.” I bite my food off my fork with force. “You’re pathetic, by the way, Masters.”

He nods. “I get it, Spence. Run. Run the fuck away now.”

“I did.”

“Then why is it pissing you off?” Masters ask.

“Because she’s so fucking perfect I can’t even deal with it. I’ve jerked off so many times that my dick is chaffed, and I can’t get any satisfaction from that. I didn’t go out all weekend because I didn’t want to sleep with anybody else.”

Masters shakes his head. “Yeah, that sounds about right. Hate to tell you, but you’re pretty much fucked already, man.”

I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Sheridan is in town this week. She’ll snap me out of it.”

“God, you’ve been on and off with her for a long time.”

“About ten years, I think.”

“Why don’t you just make a go of it with her?” Masters frowns.

I screw up my face in disgust. “It’s not like that between us.”

“So, let me get this straight: you’ve been fucking this chick from New York for ten years and you don’t even think about her once when you’re not with her?”

“God, no, never,” I answer with certainty. “I’m not being a stepfather to her three bratty kids, and I definitely don’t want to move to the states. Nor do I want her moving here. We just have fun.” I scowl and look up at the ceiling. “I think she’s even got a boyfriend now.”

“But she’ll call you the minute she gets into town and you’ll go to her hotel.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ll fuck her ‘til she can’t walk.” I bite the food from my fork. “When she’s in London, she’s mine.”

“How often does she come here?”

“Four times a year.”

“How long does she stay each visit?”

I shrug. “Ten days or so.”

“Like I said,“ Seb mutters. “Why doesn’t this fucking shit ever happen to me?”

We continue to eat our breakfast, and the boys talk and chatter cheerfully, but my mind is in Nottingham… with Charlotte.