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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“But…” She stops herself from saying something.

“But what?”

“What if I leave them and then…” Her voice trails off.

“And then we don’t work out?” I frown.

Her eyes rise to meet mine, and I know that’s it—that’s what she’s most afraid of.

“Then we make it work out,” I tell her.

“How do you make something work out?”

I smile softly at the beautiful woman in front of me, and I lean over and kiss her, brushing her hair back from her face. “I don’t know, I’ve never done it before. We’ll work it out together.”

She wraps her arms around me, and we hold each other close.

“Just give me the permission I need to handle this for you… please,” I say into her hair. “You’re driving this ship, angel, not me.”

“What are you going to do?” she whispers.

“Nothing sinister but I’m not taking their shit, and I can’t stand by and let them have you living in fear like you do.”

“They’re my family, Spence. I love them.”

I cup her jaw. “I know, angel, and they love you back. Once they see you’re happy and taken care of, they’ll ease up. They will accept us eventually.”

She smiles softly.

“But you need to let me lead us into battle, okay? It’s not just going to happen without a fight.” I kiss her. “You already know that, and you need to prepare yourself for a few hard times.”

She stares at me.

“They’ll tell you I’m not the man for you, and to not rush into anything. They’ll refuse to let you move to London if you let them, and what happens then? You live in Nottingham miserable, and I’ll live in London, unable to visit you. Your security will be tightened, and we won’t see each other again.”

Her eyes hold mine and then she nods with renewed purpose. “You’re right. That’s exactly how it will go.” She turns and stares out through the front windshield, deep in thought, and then she turns to me again. “You take the reins.”

I lean over and kiss her softly, placing my hand on her thigh. Once she’s calm, I pull back out into the traffic.

That’s exactly what I’m going to do.

* * *

I sip my scotch as I sit at the bar of the hotel. I’m waiting for Wyatt and Anthony. When we got back here, I took Charlotte up to the room and called the two of them, asking them to meet me here instead of at the apartment. I need to talk to them without Charlotte hearing.

I dial Seb’s number while I wait for them to arrive.

“Hey.” I sip my scotch. “Man, I need a huge favour.”

“What is it?” Seb asks.

“Can you go to the shops for me in the morning and buy me a king-size orthopaedic mattress and get it delivered to my place by tomorrow?”

“Erm, why?”

“Because Charlotte is coming over tomorrow night and I have meetings all day tomorrow. I’m snowed under with crap over here.”

“What the fuck do you need a new mattress for?”

“I can’t have Charlotte sleeping on that mattress.”

“Why not?”

“Do you know how many women I’ve had in that bed?” I whisper angrily as I try to keep my voice down.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he snaps. “You’re being ridiculous. She won’t know.”

“I’ll know. I need a new fucking mattress. I won’t have her sleeping in it.”

“What the fuck is happening to you?”

“I don’t know!” I snap. “Just do it.”

“Why don’t you get one of your PAs to do this shit for you?”

“Oh, yeah, like I can say, Can you get me a new mattress so my new girlfriend won’t have to sleep on my sex-stained old one? You just don’t say that shit to your personal assistant, Sebastian.”

He chuckles. “Spence, you’re the most fucking ridiculous man I know.”

I smirk at the sound of his laugh. “Right?”

“This is like the Princess and the Pea fairy tale.”

I roll my eyes and sip my scotch. “Yeah, and the fucking villain is about to come home. Paps photographed us together today.”

“You reckon the old man’s coming home to cut your balls off?”

“Without a doubt.”

“Ha. The fun’s about to begin. I’ll get popcorn.”

“Can you help me tomorrow or not?” I sigh.

“Why do I get to do all your shitty jobs when you have staffing of four-hundred?”

I smile broadly. “Perks of being my best friend.”

“Stop sucking up, asshole.”

I sip my scotch. “What have you been doing, anyway?”

“Angela called me today.” I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “No. Get that shit out of your fucking head… right now.”

He laughs. “I knew you’d love that one.”

Angela is his ex-wife’s sister. She’s a widow with kids, and Seb has had a soft spot for her for years. “What did she want?” I ask.

“Just to check in on me.”

I roll my eyes. “I bet she did.” I huff. “I’m sure she has venom in her veins like her sister. It probably runs in the family, like a witch thing.”


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