by Swan, T L
Wait. Was his first name Spencer, or was his last name Spencer?
He introduced himself as Spencer but I thought that was his surname, hence why I called him Mr Spencer.
I think back to what Lara said about him, and I take out my phone to dial her number. She answers on the first ring.
“Hey, where are you?” she asks quickly.
“Oh, I came home.”
“Why?”
I bite my bottom lip to stop myself smiling. “I was accosted by the infamous Mr Spencer.”
She gasps. “Fuck off. What happened?”
I stare at my reflection in the kitchen window and find myself smiling. “He followed me to the bathroom outside, and then he kissed me.”
“Are you serious?”
“I am. Remind me of his name…”
She laughs. “Did you forget to ask that while his tongue was down your throat?”
I chuckle quietly. “Yeah, kind of.”
“His name is Spencer.”
I type Spencer into Google, and a million Spencers come up. “Is his first name Spencer or his surname Spencer? I’m confused.”
“Give me a second, I’m trying to remember. Oh,” she coos. “It’s Spencer Jones. His first name is Spencer, surname Jones.”
I type Spencer Jones into the search engine and the screen immediately fills with images of him, my smile returns. “Okay I’ve got it.”
“Are you Googling him?”
“Of course.”
“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.
Edward, my oldest brother, hates William’s ex with such a passion that I fear he would run her over in the street if he saw her. This rocked our family to its very core. How do you deal with infidelity, especially when he is still married to that person? Still with her to this day, actually.
He stayed with her because he didn’t want to leave his son. He didn’t want to be the one who ended the marriage, and she promised him the world if he stayed, blaming her indiscretions on him for working all the time.
But the worst part, the very worst part of it all, is that he still loves her.
He loves her so much that he would give anything to make her happy.
I see it in his eyes every time I look at him. I see how deep his hurt runs. He’s dying a slow death, knowing that the woman he loves doesn’t love him with the same purity as he loves her.
She never loved him and the whole world knows it.
It’s a whole new level of torture for everyone.
It was the money that she wanted—the designer lifestyle to go with her designer cocain
e. She got her way, too. Now they live in Switzerland in a huge mansion that she definitely doesn’t deserve.
I hate her.
I hate her so much that it eats away at me day and night.
My mother would be rolling in her grave if she saw what William is living through.
It’s a hell that he never deserved.
Her name is Penelope—the walking, talking devil.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts by my brother’s raised voice.
“I don’t know about this!” Edward snaps.
My father exhales heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You know we have to go.”
“Why can’t you just come back here?” Edward asks William. “It’s six weeks.”
“Because I can’t get time off. Not everyone works for Dad, you know.”
“Huh?” I frown. “Hang on, what are you talking about?” I ask.
“Edward and I have to go to America for work. We’ll be away for six to seven weeks while we do the tour of the casinos. We want William to come back and stay here while we’re gone,” Edward tells me.
I look between them, confused. “Why?”
“You are not staying here alone, Charlotte,” my father says.
“Wait, what?” I frown. “This is about me?” I sit back, offended. “I’m twenty-four. I can look after myself.”
“No!” Edward asserts. “You’ll have to come with us.”
“I can’t get time off, and I’m not leaving my job, Edward.”
“For God’s sake, isn’t it about time you left that job and came and worked for the family business, anyway? We have a family empire that you should be working on. You don’t need to work in philanthropy.”
“This is our mother’s dream that I work on,” I hit back. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Edward, or where to work. And besides, Wyatt and the staff will be here. I’m completely capable of looking after myself, you know?”
“Don’t tell her to leave her job. Why do you think you have the right to tell her what to do?” William snaps in my defence.
Edward turns, and I can see his anger rise to the surface. “You want to talk about leaving jobs?” He points at William. “Yes, let’s do that. When the fuck are you going to live up to your responsibility to this family and come and work in the business?”
“Edward.” My father sighs. “That’s enough.”
“I’m not,” William growls. “I never will. Casinos and making money aren’t life goals of mine.”
I close my eyes, resting my fingers on my temples. Here we go again.
“Why is that?” Edward growls back. “Because you’re hiding in fucking Switzerland with that whore.”
My eyes widen. He did not just say that.
“Because you’re too scared to bring her home in case she fucks someone else.” He shakes his head in disgust. “Wake up and smell the coffee, Will. She would have fucked ten men by now. When are you going to see her for what she really is? A dirty fucking whore.”
William flies out of his seat and pushes our brother hard in the chest. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Admit it!” Edward screams as my father flies out of his chair to separate the two men. “She’s brought nothing but shame to this family. We don’t even see you anymore. It’s about time you fuck her off and come home!” he yells.
They push each other and fall back. A glass gets smashed across the table as it tips over.
The staff come flying into the room, hearing the commotion. This isn’t the first time my brothers have become physical over Penelope. They’re always on high alert when William is home.
William pushes Edward hard in the chest and glares at him.
My heart breaks for him and his pain. “Will,” I whisper.
“That’s enough, Edward!” my father roars. “You will not speak to your brother like that. Do you hear me?”
“You make me fucking sick, sitting up here on your high horse. Keep your fucking nose out of my marriage. What I do with my wife is none of your concern.” William turns and storms out of the room.
“William, come back here,” my father calls after him, but William doesn’t stop and he doesn’t look back, taking the stairs two at a time. He’ll be back in Switzerland by morning… like always.
I turn on Edward and lose control. “Why do you do this? Every damn time he comes home you upset him. This is why we never see him!” I cry. “This is why he stays with her. You give him no support. None.”
My father drops into his chair and puts his head in his hands. My eyes fill with tears. “Go to Vegas, Edward, and better still, don’t come back. You and your judgement make me sick,” I whisper. “This isn’t about you. It’s about time you stand behind your brother when he needs you the most.”
“I’ll never stand behind him while he’s married to her.” He raises his chin defiantly. “You two can cower to Penelope all you want. I will not.” He points at my father and me. “She will get not one fucking penny of this estate, and I’ll make sure of that if it’s the last thing I do. I’ve got solicitors tightening up our wills as we speak.”
“Is that all you’re worried about?” I cry. “Money means nothing, Edward!”
God, this is a no-win situation. He makes me sick. I turn and storm out of the house, slamming the door behind me.
“Charlotte?” a
voice calls from behind me.
“Not now, Wyatt,” I snap over my shoulder as I angrily swipe my tears away.
How many times have my father’s staff heard us arguing over Penelope? God, it’s just embarrassing.
“Do you want the car?” he asks softly.
“No, I’ll walk. Thank you.” I exhale heavily and begin to walk up the road towards my house. It’s a good kilometre away but the bright moon is out, and it’s somewhat light.
I can feel Wyatt walking slowly behind me, anyway, making sure to keep his distance and give me my space.
With every step I walk farther away from the house, a little more sadness creeps in. On nights like this, when the cracks in my family are so wide, is when I miss my mother the most.
If she was here this wouldn’t be happening.
She would know just what to say to William. She would know how to quieten Edward. My father would still have his love.
If William just loved someone good and worthy of him then everything would be different.
I wrap my arms around my waist and imagine my mother’s smiling face. She gave so much love and light to all of us.
I wish you were here, Mum.
Things would be different. Things would be better.
* * *
It’s Thursday, and it’s turning dark when I leave work with my three colleagues. I work for the Philanthropic Society in Nottingham. Our job is to raise money for local charities. My mother was on the board of directors, and when she passed, I wanted to continue the project she was working on at the time. I never planned on being here long-term but somehow it worked out that way. To be honest, I think I’m here because this job makes me still feel close to Mum. Everyone who works here knew her and she is spoken of often.
The four of us lock up the building and chatter about the day as we walk out towards the street. It’s been one of those crazy days today. We were supposed to finish an hour ago. It’s 6:00 p.m. now and we’re only just leaving.
“Charlotte?” a deep voice calls. I turn, surprised.
“Mr Spencer.” I frown.
He’s leaning up against a tree by the side of the pavement, and my stomach instantly flips.
He’s wearing a pair of blue jeans, which are tight in all the right places, as well as a navy sports coat over a white T-shirt. His fair hair is longer and messy on top. His big blue eyes hold mine, and with that square jaw he looks like he should be on the cover of a magazine.
God, he’s gorgeous.
He glances at my work friends, making me aware they are listening to what I’m about to say.
“I’ll see you later, girls
,” I mumble, distracted by the beautiful man before me.
“Bye,” they all call. I don’t miss the way they inspect Spencer and his gorgeousness, either. I smile when I imagine the questions I’m going to be hit with tomorrow. I have a few questions myself like What on earth is he doing here? My work friends eventually veer off to their cars, disappearing out of sight.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
His eyes hold mine. “Waiting for you.”
I bite my bottom lip as my heart begins to race in my chest. I’ve thought of nothing else but him since last Saturday. His kiss is seared into my soul, and the feel of his hard body up against mine has left an undeniable mark.
He glances at his watch. “For two hours, actually. It’s fucking cold here, you know.”
I smirk. “Why didn’t you just knock on the door?”
“Didn’t want to seem too eager.” He shrugs. “I thought that tracking you down detective style, taking a day off work, and then driving two hours just to try and see you seemed eager enough.”
I smile, my nerves fluttering. There’s something about him. I’d wondered if I imagined it the other night.
Not at all. I can confirm that he is, in fact, a very fine specimen.
“Would you like to have dinner with me?” he asks softly.
I glance up the street, and then over to the car across the road where Wyatt is waiting for me.
“Erm…”
Spencer waits for my answer, releasing a slow, sexy smile. “Am I really that unappealing, Charlotte, that you have to think this hard?”
The way he says Charlotte is just so…
My phone rings and the name Wyatt lights up the screen. Damn it. “Sorry, just a minute.” I hold up a finger. “Hello.”
“Who are you talking to?” Wyatt asks.
I glance up at the gorgeous man in front of me. “A friend,” I answer, annoyed that even a simple conversation warrants Wyatt to call me.
I’m sick of this nonsense.
Spencer frowns as he watches me.
“Who is he? I need a name.”
“Not a word about this, please.”
“A name and my lips are sealed.”
Damn it, why is my life so damn complicated? He’s going to run a search on him to check his criminal record, I know it.