Mr. Spencer Read online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
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Charlotte deserves better than this. So much better.

I pick up her phone and set her alarm to go off in an hour. She was so upset last night, she forgot to do it. I lean down and brush the hair away from her face.

“I’m going, angel,” I whisper. “I love you.”

She smiles sleepily with her eyes closed. “I love you, too.” She wraps her arms around me.

I hold her tight, and with one last look at my love, I kiss her cheek and leave her in peace.

I’ve got a mountain of shit to sort out today.

First on my hit list: Alexander fucking York.

* * *

I walk into the restaurant right at seven and take a seat at our table. The boys aren’t here yet so I order our coffees and regular meals. I’m on high alert, as if on a drug that makes me super aware of everything and everyone around me. The adrenaline in my system is at an all-time high, making my leg bounce under the table uncontrollably.

Have you ever fucked a guy?

I get a vision of Charlotte’s face if a story ever came out saying I fucked a man. Her family…

“Hey,” Masters says, falling into his seat beside me.

“Hi.” I force a smile. “How’s Bree?”

“Good, good. I saw you all over the tabloids. Dirty bastards.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

Seb comes into view and waves merrily.

“What’s he so fucking chirpy about?” I sigh.

Masters chuckles as he watches our friend bounce in.

Seb falls into the seat. “Hello.”

“What are you so happy about?” I ask him.

He grins and places his napkin on my lap. “Oh, I don’t know.” He raises his brow.

“Maybe because I spent the weekend in bed with Angela.”

I look at him, deadpan. “Tell me you’re joking…”

“Nope.”

Masters pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jesus Fucking Christ.”

“You fucked your ex-wife’s sister?” I frown.

Seb winks. “Every which way I could.”

I drag my hand down my face. “Are you fucking crazy? You know she’s going to go postal and take you to the cleaners.” I put my hand up for more coffee. “You can say goodbye to Bentley. Should I make this a scotch breakfast again?”

“She’s already taken me to the cleaners, and besides,“ Seb smirks, “it was well worth it. I’ve always had a thing for Angela. Felt good to finally fuck it out.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh God, do not fall for Angela.” I point at him. “I’m warning you.”

“I’m not falling for her, just having some fun. But I can confirm that my suspicions were right and she’s a lot better in bed than her witch of a sister.” He smiles, obviously very happy with himself. “Anyway, what happened with you yesterday?” His eyes widen. “That’s right, your weekend in Santorini. How was it?”

“Perfect.” I sigh. “Should have stayed there.”

“Why?” Masters asks. “Is she pregnant?”

God, I haven’t even thought of that. “She says not. We were at the airport coming home yesterday and she gets a phone call from her brother demanding she get her fucking arse back to Nottingham. So, we went there last night… together. The brother is a total cockhead. He and I end up fighting, and her father is completely gutless. He didn’t say a fucking thing. We leave, Charlotte and I get into a fight, and she won’t speak. She was crying the whole two-hour car ride home. Then she goes to bed alone. I nip down to the bar at her hotel to get some scotch, and Edward, her brother, calls me to tell me that if I hurt her he is going to kill me.”

They both wince.

“Then.” I widen my eyes.

“God, so many thens.” Masters smirks.

“Get this, her bodyguard asks me if I’ve ever fucked a guy.”

They both frown and then exchange looks and then look back to me.

“What do you mean?” Seb asks.

“He asked me if I fucked a guy!” I snap. “Why the fuck would he ask me that?”

“Have you ever fucked a guy?” Masters frowns.

“No.”

“Head?”

“Fuck, no! You know that.”

“Anything dick related?” Seb frowns.

“No! But I laid awake all night worrying that he’d heard something through the grapevine, and now the tabloids are going to make up even more fake news about me and splash it everywhere.”

Their faces both fall as they connect the dots.

“Once you’re reported as ever being with a guy, the whole fucking world believes you’re gay and acting straight.”

“And you think this story is going to come out, and then Edward will officially kill you?” Masters sighs.

“Or worse… I’ll lose Charlotte.” I put my head into my hands. “This whole thing is a disaster.”

“I don’t think it’s that,” Seb says. “I reckon he just wants you to fuck him.”

“What?” I frown. “He’s not gay, Sebastian.”

“How do you know?”

“He’s all buff and big. This is the guy that I thought liked Charlotte in the beginning. He’s not a bad bloke, actually. He’s definitely not gay.”


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