Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(50)

“You’ll enjoy it, I promise.” He chuckles and gets up. He walks to the front door and locks it up before doing his usual round of shutting everything off and making sure my apartment is somewhat tidy. “Come on.” He holds his hand out to me. I take it and he helps me up and leads me to my bedroom.

“What are we doing?” I question.

“Shhh, wait for it.” He snickers and not two seconds after he speaks, a soft knock comes from the other side of my bedroom wall.

“What did he say to you before leaving earlier?” I whisper.

“Mentioned something about a repeat of last the time when we faked it.” He grins like a kid in a candy store.

“Oh f*ck me.” I face plant the pillow.

“If you want.” He climbs on top of me as I’m lying on my stomach and starts dry humping me.

“Oh god Spencer!” I groan as he’s suffocating me.

“Starting already huh?” He chuckles and rests on his elbows so he’s not squishing me anymore.

“You’re suffocating me!” I whisper loudly.

“Stop whining you big baby, you love me on top of you.” He smirks and grinds into me, making me groan in frustration.

“Nope, totally hating you right now.” I glare at him.

“All lies.” He smiles and rolls off me. We look at each other as the sound of moaning from the other side of the wall begins.

“You two f*cking planned this?” I whisper loudly, shocked.

“Well, yeah.” He shrugs.

“I’m surrounded by perverted weirdos.” I shake my head, push him off me and turn away from him in mock irritation.

“You enjoyed it when we did it the first time. I thought you’d get a kick out of it,” he says and pulls me back around to face him.

“It’s not nice to the girl he’s with though.”

“If she’s game to f*ck on the first date then she’d be fine with it.” He has a point.

“I guess you’re right, it’s feels weird because we know him now.” I make a face which makes him chuckle.

“Unless you’re jealous of that girl, let’s get to it.” He waggles his eyebrows.

“No way. He’s a total manwhore. Well, actually you are too.” I smirk poking him chest.

“I don’t have someone different every night,” he says in a serious tone.

“Almost.”

“You couldn’t be any further from the truth.” He sighs.

“What do you mean?” I look at him confused.

“Nothing, it’s just that I’m not as much of a manwhore as you think I am.” He shrugs.

“Good for you.” I smile and inside, I’m doing f*cking cartwheels with relief that he’s not as bad as Valentine.

“Showtime.” He smirks and starts moaning, making me giggle. I can’t believe I’m in this situation again, but I’d be lying if I was saying that I wasn’t enjoying it. This moment brings me back to the first time we faked it. That night was a lot of fun. The aftermath wasn’t though. Spencer sees my change of expression and no doubt knows I’m over thinking it. He grinds into me, long and hard, making me moan for real. I slap his chest, but he’s enjoying himself way too much. I start fake moaning as I don’t want him to do it again, well I do, but I just know it’ll leave me wanting more. So I play along instead of acting on my feelings and we do end up having a lot of fun. I have no idea what this girl will think of us lot but it has brought us back together and I love that.





CHAPTER 17



A Week Later

Today is Valentine’s new nightclub’s opening and I couldn’t be more excited. It’ll be a night filled with dancing, drinks and partying with my best friend. Spencer decided to come with me and would be taking pictures for my article. It’s the first time we’ll be working together and I hope it won’t be the last.

I wanted to look and feel good for the opening and, since pictures would be taken, I decided to go all out and look the best I can. I went to the hair salon this morning. I didn’t do anything crazy, just had a trim and my hair styled with soft curls. I got my nails done and also bought a new dress and heels. I also might be on a mission to seduce Spencer tonight if he has a positive reaction to this new dress and I know he’s a sucker for women in high heels. I just hope I don’t break my ankle in these freaking skyscrapers.

We had an amazing week, there’s been no fights or tension. I even agreed to go to lunch with him and his accountant. Turns out, she’s a total sweetheart and not interested in Spencer at all. She does, however, have a thing for Valentine. I can’t blame her and if it keeps her from Spencer, then even better.

Spencer has been a lot more touchy feely lately. Whenever we’re around each other, he always manages to get me in his arms one way or another. I’m not sure why he’s doing it, but I’m definitely not going to complain. I just wish I could man the f*ck up and tell him how I feel. I can't help that nagging feeling that it would ruin our friendship and what we’ve had for the past twenty plus years. It'd make things a lot easier if I had a crystal ball that would tell me how he feels and if telling him would be the right thing to do. I wouldn't have to drive myself crazy with the thousands of questions that run through my mind on a daily basis.