Mr Spencer(7)

“Oh God, put the computer away. I don’t think you are going to like what you read.”

I cross over to the counter to make my tea. “Can you see him?” I ask her.

“Wait.” I can hear the music playing as she walks through the wedding reception. “Yes, he’s standing with his friend again, back on the upper level.”

I press my lips together. Now I regret not staying and getting to know him a bit better. I wish I wasn’t such a chicken, but I was just so shocked.

“Okay, Lars, I’ll let you go.”

“Charl?”

“Yes?”

“How was the kiss?”

I feel my cheeks blush. “Better than expected.” That doesn’t cover half of it, but I don’t want to sound pathetic.

“I’ll be over tomorrow for a full debrief.”

“Okay, see you then.” I hang up, sip my tea, and make my way over to sit back at the counter. I scroll through the images of him, my frown growing deeper. Every image is of him is with a different woman.

They’re all gorgeous with the majority of the photos taken at night by the paparazzi.

Models, actors, fame-hungry whores.

Oh…

I click on a story that goes with one of the images.

Spencer Jones and supermodel Amy Hallam leaving Vivid Nightclub.

Spencer Jones lived up to his Playboy reputation when he was spotted on Wednesday night with Amy Hallam.

Spencer was snapped earlier in the day on a yacht with Miranda Eastman, the Victoria’s Secret model





I click on the link to the photographs, finding a photo of him leaving the club with Amy Hallam, the two of them holding hands and getting into a cab. She’s an actress in a sitcom, and gorgeous, too. In the picture she’s wearing a gold, barely-there short dress. There are a few images in the set. In one, Spencer is looking down at her as they wait for the cab. In the next photo he is kissing her with his hand on her behind. He has that cheeky smile on his face, and then the next image shows them getting into a cab together.

He definitely took her home that night.

I click on the next set of images where he is on a yacht, only this time with Miranda Eastman, a high-fashion model. She’s wearing a black and gold bikini, and her long black hair is flowing down her back. She has a killer body.

There are a few shots, the first one showing him helping her onto the yacht by holding her hand. In the next image he is kissing her up against the rail, and then the one after that shows her lying on her back on a towel. He is lying next to her with his hand on her stomach, looking down at her with that same cheeky smile on his face. I frown as I look at the dates of the images.

These were taken on the same day. He was on the yacht with Miranda during the day, and then that night he went home with Amy.

I look at the expression on his face; pure mischief. It’s the same look I saw on his face tonight.

Gross.

I exhale heavily and slam my computer shut in disgust.

I sip my tea and immediately get a vision of him kissing my hand and being all gorgeous. Ugh.

Thank God, I ran when I did.

I could have ended up being another notch on his sleazy bedpost.

I get a flashback of his cheeky smile, and I smirk. Lara was right, he is an appalling rake… and I can see why he gets away with it. He’s completely gorgeous. Of course, they all line up to date him.

Oh, well, I guess that’s the end of that.

I trudge up the stairs to my bathroom. I turn the shower on, making sure the water is steaming hot, and I take off my clothes as I make the solemn vow to never think of Mr Spencer again in my life.

Never ever.





*



I’m sitting at the dining table staring into space. It’s Sunday night and we’ve just eaten dinner. My two brothers are on either side of me, while my father is at the head of the table. They’re all talking, but I’m miles away.

I’m dreaming of a life where I didn’t have to worry about what people thought of me, where my family’s reputation doesn’t matter, and one where my brother wouldn’t have a broken heart.

It kills me to see him so hurt.

My eldest brother Edward is to take on the estate and the family empire when my father dies, because he is the oldest son. The universe clearly prepped him for his destiny before his birth, too. He is strong—an alpha—and a leader. Being cold, ruthless, and domineering, he will definitely fulfil his duties well.

My other brother William is the opposite. He’s pure perfection—my best friend and more like me than anyone on Earth.

William is a doctor, and our mother’s death rocked him hard. I don’t think he’s recovered yet. Do any of us ever recover?

William fell desperately in love with a woman not long after our mother’s death. He worshipped the ground she walked on. She was the life and soul of the party, a high society girl, and my father knew her parents well. The wedding was an extravagant affair, on every society page, and an absolute fairy tale.

The two of them had a baby; a son named Harrison. He’s four now and he’s their world, making their lives perfect. That was until my brother came home one day from a work trip early and found his wife in bed with another man. The affair had been going on for months.

It broke his heart. Ours, too.

My father banished her from the house, and from our lives. We only see Harrison when William brings him over now, and that’s rare.