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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The boys exchange looks, and Wyatt smirks. “You really think they’re going to let her stay with you?”

My eyes hold his. “They won’t have a fucking say in it.”

Anthony raises his eyebrow and sips his beer.

“What does that look mean?” I ask.

“That means you should watch your fucking back, man. I wouldn’t want to be on the bad side of Edward Prescott.”

“I’m not scared of Edward. Charlotte is the only person who matters to me.” I stand and take my wallet out, throwing some money onto the bar. “Catch you guys tomorrow.”

I walk through the bar and out into the foyer. I take out my phone and scroll through my numbers.

Alan Shapiro

I dial his number and nod at a woman as she walks past me.

“Hello, Spencer,” Alan answers cheerfully.

“Hi.” I smile. “How is my favourite lawyer this afternoon?”

“Good, good. I haven’t spoken to you in a long time. How can I help you?”

“I need a contract written up urgently.”

“Sure thing. What kind?”

I frown, not knowing how to put this. “I have a new girlfriend and we may be moving in together.”

“Oh, okay. You need a cohabitation agreement. How much are you prepared to give her when you break up?”

“We won’t break up, and it’s not for my protection. It’s for hers.”

He pauses. “I don’t understand. What do you want to give her?”

“I want a contract drawn up saying that I want none of her money if we separate.”

“I doubt she’ll have more money than you.” He scoffs.

“Trust me, she does.”

“Okay, so you want the contract stating that you both leave the relationship with no financial crossover. What you both came in with, you leave with.”

“Yes.”

“What’s her name.”

“Charlotte Prescott.”

There’s silence on the other end of the line.

“You there?” I ask.

“Not Harold Prescott’s daughter?”

“That’s her.”

“Fuck.” I hear him typing, and I know he’s Googling her estimated wealth. “Spence, you need to cover yourself. Don’t be stupid and walk away from that fortune. If you marry her, you’re entitled to it.”

“I don’t want it.” I roll my eyes as I feel my anger begin to bubble. “Just write me up the fucking contract, okay?”

He exhales heavily. “Think this through, will you?”

“No. Can you do me the contract, or will I get someone else to do it? I don’t want a single penny of her fucking money.”

“Four billion pounds, Spencer.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Get the contract to me as soon as possible.”

“You’re an idiot if you sign this.”

“Stop pissing me off,” I snarl.

“You pay me for advice. My advice to you is to not sign a cohabitation agreement. Not if she’s not asking for one.”

“Goodbye, Alan. Email me the contract tomorrow, please.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He sighs.

I hang up and stuff my phone into my pocket angrily. For fuck’s sake, why can’t Charlotte be a broke orphan? My feelings for her would be the same and I wouldn’t have to deal with all this fucking bullshit that goes with her name. I inhale heavily to try and calm myself down, and I take the elevator up to her floor and apartment. I walk in and close the door behind me, and suddenly I feel calm.

It’s a peaceful calm that I only get from being alone with Charlotte.

It’s just me, her, and all the rest of the bullshit is on the other side of that door.

“Angel?” I call.

“Up here.” I hear her sweet voice call from the bedroom upstairs.

“I hope you’re naked.”

She laughs, and I know she is. I smile and take the stairs two at a time.

I walk into the bedroom to find her lying in bed. Steam is flowing from the bathroom, and I know she’s freshly showered.

“Hi,” she whispers.

“Hi.” I feel the blood start to rush to my cock.

“Everything all right?”

“It is now.”

“Now?”

“Now that I’m here with you.”

She smiles softly and holds her arms up for me to go to her. She’s in her robe, lying on her back which is propped up against the pillows. The smell of her soap floats through the air.

“Are you naked and in bed for any particular reason?” I ask.

She smiles and gets up onto her knees, crawling over to the side of the bed. I bend and kiss her. Her lips are big and soft, and all coherent thought begins to leave me.

I can’t think when she’s naked near me. I lose my ability to think clearly.

“I’m naked for my man.” She pulls me to her by the suit pants. I watch on as she slowly slides down my zipper and kisses my cock through my briefs.

I run my fingers through her hair as I watch her. She’s blossoming before my eyes.

Every day, a little more of her sexuality comes out. She becomes a little more daring and I feel myself fall that little bit harder. She kisses me through my black boxers. I kick off my shoes and push my trousers down. She takes off her robe and then goes up onto her knees, unbuttoning my shirt as I smile down at her. I’m conscious that I need to let her take the lead whenever she wants to.


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