Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(31)

“It’s alright. We’re really just best friends and have been since we were in diapers.” I grab the open bottle of wine from the fridge and go to pour it but Valentine stops me.

“No offence to your wine tastes, but the one I brought will complement the food.” He smiles and opens the bottle, pouring me and himself glass.

“If you say so.” I murmur and take a tentative sip.

“What do you think?” He smiles.

“I think it’s one of the best white wines I’ve ever tasted.” I grin softly.

“One of the best?” He queries and raises his eyebrow.

“I take it that the bottle was quite pricey?”

“Just a little.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s the best.” I taunt and smile more at the memory of something than because I’m in his company.

“Where are your thoughts?” he asks as he leans on the counter.

“The best wine I’ve ever had was on my birthday four years ago. Spencer took me to a winery and had a bottle made in my name. I have no idea what the wine was or what was in it, but it was amazing. That whole day was amazing.” I smile fondly.

“I’m sure the company had something to do with the wine tasting so good.” He chuckles.

“Maybe.” I shrug and take a glance at my phone, but no new messages.

“He’ll come around.” He smiles reassuringly.

“I hope you’re right.”





CHAPTER 11



The Next Day

Well last night was interesting.

After my last text to Spencer, I didn’t hear from him at all which put a downer on the rest of the night. Valentine turned out to be a really nice guy and didn’t try anything, not even an end of the night kiss. I was probably incredibly boring in comparison to the women he usually sees. I found out that he’s a nightclub owner and is in fact, the very same nightclub owner that I have to interview for the magazine in a week's time. At least I won’t be as nervous when the time comes to interviewing him one on one now that I know him.

He reassured me that Spencer would come around and that he was just upset because someone stepped onto his territory. That much seems pretty obvious to me, but Spencer has never reacted this way before. Valentine said I’d understand soon enough. Men confuse the f*ck out of me, both he and Spencer are being way too cryptic to my liking.

Valentine and I spent the evening talking and getting to know each other. He’s rather funny and nice and I'm sure he'll be a good catch for some woman, but not me. He seems to be the perfect man but doesn’t want to settle down and is way too much of a manwhore for my liking. I still can't believe Spencer was spot on with his description of my neighbor.

By the end of the night we both agreed to be friends as it seems pretty natural. I really appreciate that because, besides Spencer and my friends from work, I don’t have anyone else. He’s even invited me to the opening night of his club, which is a very selective evening. It’ll be amazing for my article and my boss will be impressed as he didn’t manage to get in. It was invite only and no press was invited so I’ll be getting the exclusive. At least something is looking up…

It’s Sunday morning and I still haven’t heard from Spencer. This is the longest time we've spent without so much as a text. We are usually in constant contact. I decide to shoot him a quick text before I get to work on my questions for my Untamed Shadows interview later today. It's a bit weird to do the interview on a Sunday, but it was the only day they were available.

Me: Hey Spence. I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have accepted his invitation when we already had plans. Want to hang out later when I’m done with my interview?

I grab my iPad and start listing a couple of questions but they all sound immature and unprofessional. I try to focus but quickly lose all concentration when Spencer doesn’t answer me. I guess he’s still with his slut from last night. I sigh to myself. When did I become so jealous of the people he sleeps with? Or maybe I’m just jealous of the fact that all the people in my life are having fun and meeting their One and I’m still single.

Twenty minutes later and I still don’t have any good questions. I throw my iPad on the coffee table and go make myself a coffee. My phone pings as I reach the kitchen and I rush back to the couch to see if it's Spencer texting me back. I’ve become the type of women I hate; the ones that look at their phones every two minutes to see if their boyfriend has text them. I scold myself but still check it.

Spencer: Hey Love. No you shouldn’t have. Broke my heart. Can’t hang out tonight. I have two clients.

Me: Massages don’t take four hours Spencer. If you don’t want to hang out with me just say so.

Spencer: How did it go last night?

Me: Stop avoiding my questions and nothing happened.

Spencer: Realized he was a douchebag?

Me: No, he’s actually a really nice guy.

Spencer: Right. I have to get back to work. I’ll call you tonight or tomorrow. Have fun with your interview, you’re going to kill it xo

Me: Fine. Thanks xo

I drop my phone on the couch and my heart sinks. He’s never this distant or cold with me. I wish I could turn back time and forget all about that note and Valentine. Nothing would have changed between Spencer and I and we would having a night in tonight. I don’t get why he’s making such a big deal out of it, or maybe I’m missing something. Either way, it’s f*cking up my mood and my day. All I want to do is crawl into bed and forget about this damn interview.