Mr Spencer

by Swan, T L

  “It’s been very hot. Vegas is muggy.”

  Spencer’s thick tongue slides through my flesh, and I tremble as I try to hold it together. “I can imagine,” I breathe out.

  Spencer slides two thick fingers into my sex, forcing me to close my eyes.

  “How’s work going, love?” Dad asks.

  Spencer pumps me hard, and I clench around him. Our eyes are locked, and I can hardly hear what my father is even saying. “So good,” I murmur.

  “Great.”

  My father’s voice snaps me out of my moment.

  “Dad, I-I have to go to the bathroom. Can I call you back tomorrow?”

  “Of course, dear, speak soon. I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  I hang up, chuck the phone, and grab Spencer to drag him to me. The minute our lips touch, I kiss him deeply. A thought runs through my mind. Shit. I scramble up and run across the room to pick my phone back up to check it’s definitely off. I don’t want my father to hear me say the next sentence.

  “Fuck me,” I breathe.

  “That’s exactly what I’m about to do. Get those fucking legs up.”

  * * *

  We walk into the airport, hand in hand. Spencer has a trolley with our bags while Anthony and Wyatt trail behind us with theirs. There are people everywhere and when I see all the queues, my eyes instinctively go back to Wyatt for reassurance.

  “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.

  This is not going to plan.

  * * *

  Three hours later, and I’m reading my book on the plane. The engine is droning out all sound. On a normal trip I would be fast asleep by now.

  “Are you still angry with me?” Spencer whispers.

  “I’m not angry with you,” I say, deadpan, my eyes firmly on my book. I’m not even reading, I’m too mad to see the words. I have no idea how I’m going to explain this situation to my father and Edward once they see this story. What’s worse is that this is exactly what they didn’t want to happen. I feel like a fool knowing everyone thinks he’s playing up on me, even though I know that’s not true.

  “You seem like you’re angry with me. You’re not exactly being friendly. You haven’t said a word in three hours.”

  I look at him deadpan. “I am allowed to be angry with a situation. The whole world doesn’t revolve around you, you know.”

  He widens his eyes. “Jeez.” He thinks for a moment. “Is this your PMT talking?”

  I stare at him.

  “I mean, what would you say to me if you didn’t have those bitch hormones running through your blood right now?”

  Steam shoots from ears once more, this man can’t be that stupid, surely.

  “What I would say to you is shut the hell up.”

  He chuckles and lifts my
hand to kiss the back of it. “You’re hot when you’re angry, Prescott.”

  I exhale heavily and turn back to my book.

  “You know it’s not true, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “So why are you still mad with me?”

  “Because I look like a fool.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  “I do.”

  “But we know the truth.” He frowns.

  “Nobody else does.”

  He exhales heavily. “Why are you so worried about what everyone else thinks? Care about what I think.”

  I stare at him for a moment. “Okay, what do you think?”

  “I think these people who work for the media and the magazines are idiots, and like I told you before, half of the shit they put out there is completely fabricated.”

  “A picture tells a thousand words.”

  “But does it? I’ve even been photographed with Seb’s girlfriends in the past and been in the stupid tabloids for it.”

  “Why do they target you? I don’t understand why they target you specifically.” I do actually. He’s gorgeous, wealthy, and has enough boyish charm to light up the world… but I’m not letting him know that.

  He shrugs. “It started about five years ago when I dated a girl who also happened to be a model. It was her they were after, and they got a few images of us together. Then I met another girl who, unbeknown to me, was an actress. We were photographed leaving a club together and they just assumed I was seeing both woman at the same time. That’s when they began this whole love rat bullshit.”

  “Were you seeing both women at the same time?”

  He smirks. “Possibly, but each of them knew we weren’t exclusive and they were seeing other people, too.”

  I stare out the window and a wave of disappointment runs through me. Unable to stop it from happening, my eyes fill with tears.

  “Angel,” he whispers, wrapping his arm around me. “Don’t be upset.”

  “This isn’t how I wanted to announce my first relationship to my family, Spence,” I whisper.

  “I know, baby.” I sit back and rest my head on his shoulder. “It’s shitty.” He kisses my temple. “But don’t let this crap affect our relationship. I don’t care what everyone else thinks, I don’t care if they hate me, but if I lose you because of shitty lies from people who don’t even know me…” His voice trails off.

  He’s right. This isn’t his fault.

  “Can we start the weekend again, please?” I ask hopefully.

  He smiles down at me, his eyes filled with empathy. “We can do anything you want, angel.”

  * * *

  The car pulls into the private garage and I hunch my shoulders in excitement.

  We’re in Santorini, Greece.

  “Your villa is two doors down from ours. You have your own pool,” Spence tells the boys. “The key is in the mail box at the side.”

  “Thank you.” They both smile, and I think that, secretly, they’re just as excited as me.

  I love how Spencer always books their things and looks after their welfare, making sure they are well looked after. They have taken to him well and look to him for guidance now. It means a lot to me, and it says a lot about the type of man Spencer is.

  “We’ll just check out your place first, if that’s okay?” Anthony asks.

  “Of course.”

  The boys grab our bags and then disappear inside, leaving me to bounce around in the car. I can’t remember ever being this excited. Spencer opens my door and holds his hand out for me to take.

  “You ready, angel?” His face is alive with mischief, and I already know the place he’s booked is incredible.

  “I am.” I beam at him as I take his hand and get out of the car. “Thank you for organising this. It’s amazing.”

  “You haven’t even seen it yet.” He chuckles. “This isn’t our place. We’re camping on the beach with no bathroom.” He throws me one of those sexy winks he does so well. “I thought we could rough it. Really get to know each other.”

  I laugh. “That would be amazing, too.”

  He takes me into his arms and kisses me. “You are very easily pleased, Charlotte Prescott.”

  “As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”

  We kiss again as the air around us swirls, our tabloid disaster has thankfully been left behind on the plane. We’ve decided not to think about it until Monday when we return. There’s no use worrying and ruining our time here over something that’s already done.

  We are on the side of the mountain in Santorini, just near a village called Fira. All the houses and villas are white and overlook the sea. It looks like it’s straight out of a travel brochure.

  “Let’s go inside,” I urge.

  “Wait for the boys to finish first.”

  Oh, he wants privacy. I love it when he wants privacy.

  I giggle up at him and he holds me in his arms. “Greece agrees with you.” He smiles lovingly at me.

  “I know.” I laugh. “It really does.”

  He chuckles, and a few moments later we hear the words we’ve been waiting for. “All clear.”

  “Thank you,” Spencer says as they walk back out into the garage. “I’ll call you in the morning. No plans, we’re just here to relax.”

  “Okay.”

  He slaps Wyatt on the back as he walks past him.

  “We have our phones if you need us,” Anthony calls.

  “Thanks.”

  Spencer guides me through the huge timber double front doors, and my mouth falls open as my eyes bounce around the space.

  “Oh my God,” I gasp.

  It’s all white and minimalistic. The walls are made from rendered cement, and the floor has a beautiful terracotta tile to it.

  The room is glowing pink and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

  The sunset.

  The entire back of the villa is made of glass that overlooks an exotic infinity pool and the most beautiful view. The sun is just setting over the water. Spencer leads me out through the French doors to a balcony that is decorated with exotic day beds and deckchairs. Beautiful cushions are scattered around the pool and I can’t help but smile as I take it all in.

  “This is like some crazy movie scene,” I breathe, feeling the pink glow on my face. The sea breeze blows my hair around, and I look up to see Spencer smiling at the ocean. “Thank you,” I whisper.

  He takes me in his arms and pushes the hair back from my face. “I’m sorry about today.”

  “It’s not your fault.” I wrap my arms around his broad neck, and his lips touch mine. “Let’s go swimming.”

  “Okay.” He immediately begins to undress, lifting his shirt over his shoulders. “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “We’re skinny dipping.”

  “I don’t think I want that on the front page of a magazine.” I hold my arm up to gesture to the villas above us on the hill. Who knows who can see us from up here?

  “Didn’t think of that.” He kicks off his shoes, slides his jeans down, and he steps out of them. I’m rewarded with the sight of his tight, white boxer shorts. My eyes drop down his body and back to his face.

  “Get your bikini on. Now.” He smirks darkly. “I’m about to fuck you in this pool.”

  Goose bumps scatter up my arms and I giggle like a schoolgirl. I run inside and grab my bag, taking it through to the main bedroom.

  This is the best weekend ever.

  I stop dead in my tracks when I see the room.

  Once again, I’m rendered speechless. There’s a king size bed made out of a pale timber that has beautiful white netting surrounding it. The back wall is made of glass windows, and it also has magnificent views of the ocean. Through a large mint green barn style door is a gigantic bathroom with a triple shower and a sunken spa bath in the middle.

  I put my hands over my mouth in awe. I’ve never been anywhere so beautiful. I scramble through my bag and find my gold bikini. I throw it on and run back ou
t to the pool. Spencer is sitting on the step and he smiles when he sees me.

  I hold my hands out wide. “Ta-dah!” I announce.

  Spencer’s eyes twinkle with a certain something I haven’t seen before. He stands and takes my hand, leading me into the pool.

  “Look at you, you’re blossoming before my eyes.”

  I frown in question.

  “A month ago, you were self-conscious and shy, and now...” He holds his hand out to my bikini. “Sexy and confident as fuck. Exhibit A.”

  I giggle as I wrap my arms and legs around him in the water. “Well, I have a very good teacher.”

  He looks down at me, the sinking sun lighting his face. The water is still, and suddenly, it’s as if the whole world stops. Our eyes are locked, our bodies snuggled up tight together, but it’s his heart I’m here for. His big, beautiful, caring heart.

  This is a tenderness I’ve never known—one that a lot of women will never know.

  The closeness between us is everything.

  His eyes search mine as if he feels it too, and for a long time, we just stare at each other in the twilight. Finally, he takes my face into his hands and his lips gently brush over mine.

  “I love you, Charlotte,” he whispers.

  “I love you, too.” I smile softly. Oh…. this is so perfect.

  He is perfect.

  We kiss, long and slow, and I can feel his erection up against my stomach.

  “You didn’t have to bring me all the way to Greece to say that?” I smile down at him.

  He gives me that cheeky, boyish grin I love. “I did. I fucked up the condom first, didn’t I?”

  “Well, if you had just asked.”

  “Can we not go back to that nightmare? I had visions of myself driving a minivan with five scruffy kids in the backseat.”

  We laugh out loud, and then quickly fall serious again. “We came to Greece because I wanted the first time I said it to be special.”

  I smile at him.

  “This is a big fucking deal in my life, you know? I’ve been going on TTT therapy trips over this for years.”

  I laugh against his lips and I squeeze him tight.