Mr Spencer(95)

He gives me a sexy wink as he bites the food from his fork.

“So, then what happened?”

“I got rid of Sheridan, and then I saw Edward.”

“And…?”

“Nothing really. Stupid Alexander York told him I was sniffing around you.”

“Sniffing around?” I frown. “That’s uncouth.”

“I really did want to tell him how good you tasted. You know… to infuriate him more.”

“Spencer.” I smirk. “Now you’re being uncouth. Will you stop joking around and tell me what the hell happened?”

“Nothing other than he warned me to stay away from you. I told him that it was none of his business. He told me he didn’t like me, and then I kicked him out of my office.”

I stare at him as my brain misfires.

He winks that cheeky boy wink again.

“Tell me you’re joking.”

“Nope. That’s exactly how it happened.”

“You kicked him out?” I gasp.

“He told me he didn’t like me.”

“You… you could have tried to be nice to him at least,” I stammer.

“I’m not putting up with his shit, Charlotte. Nobody comes to my office and makes demands without getting kicked out.”

“Sheridan does,” I retort.

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t start that shit.”

“Don’t start?” I snap. “Oh, I haven’t started yet. How did it end? What was the last thing you said to her?”

“I told her I would have dinner with her tomorrow night to talk about it.”

“What?”

He shrugs casually. “It’s the least I could do. I won’t be long. A few hours tops.”

“No.”

His eyes come to mine. “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean no. You’re not going.”

He frowns.

I point my fork at him. “If you think for one minute that I am staying home while you go out with your ex fuck buddy, you can think again.”

His eyes hold mine.

“I am inexperienced, Spencer, not a fucking idiot.”

“She’s just a friend.”

“Who wants two kids and a house in the country with you.” I get up and scrape my plate of food into the bin with force. “She will get there and want a goodbye fuck, and then the two of you will fall back into this pattern of sleeping together behind my back.”

“What?” He stands in an outrage. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“But she would, and I’m not giving her the fucking chance.”

“Since when do you swear every second word?”

“Since fucking sluts piss me off!” I yell.

“Don’t call her that.”

“If the shoe fits.” I storm upstairs.

“You don’t even know her,” he calls after me.

I turn and storm back down the stairs. “Oh, but you do. Very well indeed. Isn’t that right, Spencer?”

He narrows his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means if you want any type of relationship with me, you will cut all ties with her immediately… or else.”

“Or else what?” he fires back.

“Or else I’m out of here, and you can go back to sleeping with her whenever you want.”

“I don’t want to sleep with her. Stop being a fucking bitch about it.”

“A fucking bitch?” I yell. “You haven’t seen a fucking bitch yet.”

“I think I just have!” he yells. “They can see your bitchiness from space. NASA is picking you up on bitch cam right now.”

We glare at each other.

“I’m going to have a shower while you decide which one of us you want.” I sneer sarcastically.

He throws his head back in disgust. “And you reckon I’m fucking dramatic.” He tuts. “You’re going for a fucking Oscar here.”

“If it’s not me, Spencer, then get out,” I say. “Go stay elsewhere tonight.”

He puts his hand on his hips. “This is my house. You can’t kick me out of my own house.”

“I just did, and guess what? I am moving in.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to move in now.”

“Tough shit!” I yell as I storm up the stairs. “You have no say in it.”

“And you think I’m fucking crazy,” he calls after me. “Can you hear yourself, Charlotte? You don’t want to move in with me until someone else does.” He laughs sarcastically.

“You’re not going out with her!” I yell down to him.

I walk into his bedroom and slam the door shut. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my body.

Calm down, calm down, calm down.

I shake my hands to try and expel some of my negative energy. I am so angry right now. I walk into the bathroom and inhale deeply. I turn the shower on hot, and the water begins to stream down heavily.

I handled that badly, but honestly, what did he expect? I look around for a towel and can’t see any. There are none on the towel rails, none folded anywhere. I go to the top of the stairs.