Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“God.” Seb sighs.
“Anyway, that’s my week in a nutshell.” I sigh.
“Sounds fucking hectic.” Seb winces.
My eyes widen when I remember that there’s more to the story. “Oh, and some pap took a photo of me and Charlotte together. I’m assuming that will be everywhere soon, too.”
Masters bursts out laughing while Seb shakes his head in disbelief. “I thought that once you got a girlfriend, things might be quieter for you.”
“So did I.” I huff as my next scotch arrives. “So. Did. I.”
Charlotte
Beth smiles at me. “Tell me everything.” The two of us have met for lunch today. She’s been on a work conference for a week, although it feels like she’s been gone a month. I have so much to tell her.
“Oh, Beth, he is…” I shake my head. “Words just don’t do him justice.”
“Here we go. What happened to you playing it cool and not falling for him?”
“I couldn’t help it.”
She sips her drink, unimpressed.
“We had the talk.”
“What talk?” She frowns.
“He wants to be exclusive and—”
“What?” she interrupts me.
“Honestly, I’m telling you, it really is something special between us. From his side, too.”
“Ugh, okay, so he’s fucked you into submission. I get it.”
I giggle. “Ah, the sex. How have I been missing out on this for so long?”
She laughs. “I told you. And you do look stupidly happy.”
I take her hand over the table. “I am, Beth. I’m so happy.”
“Good for you, Lottie Prescott.” She glances over and makes eye contact with Anthony, slowly turning her attention back to me. “Could you give Anthony my phone number?”
I glance around, and Anthony looks away guiltily. “Has something happened?”
“He just looks at me like he wants to eat me.”
I roll my lips to hide my smile. “That could be kind of good… couldn’t it?”
“Fuck, yes. Pass him my number and just say, I’m setting you up with Beth, so here’s her number. Give her a call and she’ll fuck you real hard.”
I laugh. “I am not saying that.”
“Fine, say whatever you want. Just make sure he calls me.”
“Okay.”
“Now tell me what’s happening tonight.” She smiles.
“I’m cooking Spencer dinner at his house,” I announce proudly.
Beth smirks. “Look at you, being all domesticated.”
“Do you want to come over?” I ask.
“Hopefully I will be occupied with Anthony’s dick in my mouth. Give him my number straight away when you leave. Don’t forget, will you?”
“He might not even call you.”
“As if he won’t.”
* * *
Swoony Mr Spencer.
It’s funny how quickly things become a habit.
And by things, I mean Spencer Jones.
Every night, we talk and eat dinner together, and then we lounge about and laugh all night, before he takes me to bed and makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. Well, it’s not always sweet lovemaking. He mostly fucks me like he hates me, but man, I love it when he hates me hard.
I never dreamed that it could be this good or that I could feel this satisfied. For the first time in a long time, I’m living completely in the moment. I laugh all day at work and then my nights are full of Swoony Mr Spencer.
Things are good—really good.
I’m sprawled on the sofa, reading my book. My feet are in Spencer’s lap and he, too, is reading. He wasn’t joking in that email. He really is an avid reader.
“Can you turn the television off?” Spencer asks, never letting his eyes stray from the page.
“No, I have to have it on.”
He looks up from his book. “What do you mean you have to have it on?”
“I hate silent houses, haven’t you noticed? I have the TV on all the time.”
He frowns. “But you don’t even watch it.”
I know.” I turn the page of my book. “I need the noise.” I can feel his eyes on me, so I glance up. “What?”
“Why do you need noise in the background?”
I shrug. “It keeps me company.”
“Why would you need company from the television?”
“Well, I don’t now that I have you.”
“When did you need company from a television in the past?”
I roll my eyes. “Fine, if it’s that big of a deal.” I hold up the remote and switch it off. I go back to reading.
“Charlotte.”
I glance up at the tone of his voice. One thing I’ve learned about Spencer is that he only calls me Charlotte when something is on his mind. The rest of the time I’m his angel. “What?” I ask.
“Will you answer my question, please?”
“What was the question?” I sigh.
“When did you need company from the television?”
“Ever since my mother died.” He stares at me, and I can practically hear his brain ticking over from here. I drop my attention back to reading some more.
“Have you heard from Edward this week?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No.”
He glares down at his book.
“Why?” I ask.
He turns the page so hard he nearly rips it. “No reason.”