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)
I press my lips together to hide my smile. “Are you sure? I’ll be a high maintenance girlfriend. I’m not entirely sure if you’re up to the job.”
He spins me as he chuckles. “No?”
“I’ll need lots of massages with oil, and...” I exhale heavily. “There’s the whole teaching me about sex thing. That’s a full-time job in itself.”
He smiles mischievously.
“And my family are a nightmare,” I add.
“I don’t want to date your family.”
“And I’m setting up my own business soon, so I’ll be working a lot.”
He stops dancing. “You’re going to do it?” he asks, suddenly falling serious.
“Do you think I can?”
“I know you can.”
My eyes search his. “You know, you’re the only person who believes I’m strong enough to do this.”
He starts swaying us to the music again. “Isn’t that what boyfriends are meant to do? Believe in their girlfriends.”
I smile against his lips. “I’m glad we met, Spencer Jones.”
“Me, too, angel. Me, too.”
* * *
We’re in bed facing each other. It’s late but we don’t want to sleep.
We’re holding hands and staring at each other in the semi lit room.
It’s my sixth day with Spencer, and it’s been six days of utter bliss.
Six days of having this wonderful new person in my life who pleases me beyond anything I’ve ever dreamt of.
Tonight, over drinks in a bar, we wrote a business plan together. He helped me with costings, and we worked out steps in order of what I needed to do.
I think I’m really going to do this.
I feel like I’ve met the other half of myself.
I smile softly at him, and he reaches up to brush his thumb over my bottom lip. “What are you thinking about, Angel Leroo?”
I giggle at him remembering my lie from the other day. “I’m thinking that being a ballerina is really hard work.”
His eyes dance with delight. “What other job would you consider doing?”
“Maybe I could be your private call girl?”
His eyes flicker with arousal. “We would have to do a lot of training to get you up to call girl standards.”
I crawl over him and rub my sex along his length. His eyes hold mine as the electricity buzzes between us. “Can we start now?”
“As a matter of fact, we can.”
* * *
“Just a few more stores,” Spencer says. He’s leading me through the shopping centre on Thursday night.
“I’m tired,” I moan as he pulls me along. God, the man is on a shopping spree from Hell. We’ve looked in at least a hundred shops in the last two hours… at least that’s how it feels.
“Stop whining, woman. You’ve got hours to go before bedtime.” He gestures to Wyatt and Anthony, telling them that we are going across the street. He’s grown accustomed to having them with us a lot more easily than I thought he would.
“We’re not having sex tonight,” I warn him.
“So you say.” He smirks. “You’ll do as you’re told.” He cranes his neck. “I just want to look in this toy shop up here. I think they might have what I’m looking for.”
I smile as I walk behind him. Who knew that Spencer Jones, the player, would be so worried about getting just the right gift for his five-year-old niece?
He can act tough all he wants. I know better. The man is a pussy cat.
“Spencer?” a man says from somewhere behind us.
We turn on the street, and Spencer’s face falls immediately. He steps back as if he’s just received a physical blow.
The man is in his mid to late fifties. He’s good-looking and well dressed.
“You got a hug for your old man?” the man asks. Spencer stares at him, but he doesn’t reply.
The man turns to me and smiles, holding his hand out to shake mine. “Hello, I’m Arthur.”
My eyes widen. He is the mirror image of Spencer… or vice versa.
His father.
Spencer grabs my hand and pulls me behind his back, as if I need protecting from his dad.
“Don’t speak to her. Don’t you dare fucking speak to her,” Spencer growls.
The man’s face falls. “Son…”
“Don’t call me that!” Spencer snaps.
I look between the two men as they stare at each other, and my heart drops. Spence is so hurt. What on earth did his father do?
“When are you going to forgive me?” Arthur asks.
Spencer glares at him. “When Hell freezes over.” He turns and storms off, dragging me along behind him. I have to practically run to keep up.
He’s physically shaken.
I stay silent as we walk, and once out of sight, Spencer turns to Wyatt and Anthony. “That man is not to come near Charlotte under any circumstances, do you understand me?”
Wyatt and Anthony look back at Arthur to get a better visual. “Okay.”
Spencer clenches his jaw as he turns and powers through the people.
“Where are we going?” I call.
“Home,” he says sharply. “I want to go home.”