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)
“It’s okay,” he says.
Spencer frowns down at me. “What’s wrong, angel?”
“Nothing,” I lie.
Spencer looks at Wyatt in question.
“She gets a bit overwhelmed with crowds,” Wyatt tells him.
Spencer’s face falls. “Oh. I didn’t know. Are you all right?”
I force a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine, lead the way.”
He leads me by the hand, and we make our way to stand in the back of the check-in line. I look around at all the people, feeling very out of my comfort zone indeed. Spencer stands behind me with his hands on my hips. He’s talking to the boys. He’s wearing a navy blazer and blue jeans with a white T-shirt. He’ll look delicious in any country. I feel his lips come to my temple while I concentrate on staying calm among the crowd.
“Have you ever caught a commercial flight before?” he whispers.
I shake my head, embarrassed by my stupid lifestyle.
“As you will see, airports suck.”
I smile and nod.
“Does your father have a plane?”
I nod. “Three.”
He rolls his eyes. “Only three. The poor fucker.”
I smile bashfully. We make our way through the check-in and eventually walk through all the security and out into the restaurant. The boys take a seat at the bar and we sit in a booth.
“What do you want to drink, angel?” Spencer asks as he looks through the drinks menu.
“I’m easy.”
His eyes rise to my lips. “You’re only easy for me,” he whispers darkly.
The air crackles between us.
I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table between us. “I really can’t wait to suck your big dick tonight, Mr Spencer,” I whisper.
He winks. “I’ll look forward to it.”
I find myself smiling again. Who would have ever thought I would have it in me to be like this?
“What drink do you want?”
“Margarita.”
“Good choice. I’ll join you.” He closes the menu and goes to the bar.
As I wait, I glance over and see a bookstore just across the way. I might get a new book for by the pool. I get up and walk over to the boys.
“I’m just ducking into this shop to get a book. I won’t be a moment. You stay here.”
Wyatt, ignoring me, immediately stands and follows me. He waits outside while I walk in and look around. I pick my book and stand in the line to pay, when I look down at the magazine stand and my heart drops.
A picture of Spencer and me with the heading:
Bad Romeo Strikes Again.
What?
I pick up the magazine with the sound of my blood pumping hard in my ears.
How humiliating…. Bad Romeo.
“When did this magazine get released?” I ask.
The bored shopkeeper looks up. “Oh, it’s not due out until tomorrow. We got it early.”
I force a smile. “Thanks.” I pay her and storm back to the table to find Spencer sitting with our two margaritas in front of him. He smiles cheekily up at me. “Here you go, sustenance for your cock-sucking duties tonight.”
I slap the magazine on the table, and he looks down at it immediately. It takes him a few seconds to realise what he’s looking at before he frowns.
“What the hell?” I fall into the seat and flick through the pages until I get to the story.
Spencer begins to drink his margarita and watches on. Wishing he was anywhere but here.
There are about twenty images of him and me together. There’s even some of Wyatt and Anthony struggling to get the camera off of the photographer. I read the story out loud.
“Renowned Playboy Spencer Jones is at it again.
Caught with the enigmatic and fiercely private billionaire Charlotte Prescott.
The two were captured on a lunch date hand in hand on Tuesday. Once spotted, her bodyguards physically attacked photographers to try and retrieve the film.
Two days earlier Spencer was snapped with model Tiffany Boland on a yacht in Ibiza. He has also been linked in recent weeks with reality TV star May Allywell.
Charlotte Prescott is most definitely new to our radar.
We sense fireworks are coming when Daddy Megabucks finds out.
Watch this space!”
17
Charlotte
“What the fuck?” Spencer splutters, wide eyed. “They’re fucking liars. I wasn’t in Ibiza. You know this shit is made up, I was with you the whole time. And I don’t even know May Allywell.”
I glare at him.
“This isn’t my fault,” he wails.
I sit forward in my seat. “Spencer, go to the bar and get me another drink, please. Why couldn’t you just keep your fucking dick in your pants all these years?” I whisper angrily.
“Believe me, I wonder the same thing,” he splutters in a fluster as he stands. “How many drinks do you want?”
I glare at him, feeling like red steam is shooting out of my ears.
“I’ll just get the whole bottle,” he mutters under his breath.
I continue my glaring and he scurries away to the bar to escape my rage.
I inhale deeply to try and calm myself down.