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)
“Tell me.”
“I’m just wondering why your brother flew across the world to accost me about spending time with you, and yet he didn’t even fucking bother to see you for himself.”
I shrug sadly. I’ve been thinking about this all day, too. Disappointed is an understatement. “He’s very busy.” I sigh.
“So busy that he has all the time in the world to scare everyone away from you, but none to actually spend time with you himself.” He turns the page angrily again. “Makes me fucking sick,” he mutters under his breath.
“Spence.” I sigh. “Just drop it. It’s not like that with Edward and me. William is the one I’m close to. Edward loves me in his own way, he’s just misunderstood.”
“Or perhaps just a selfish prick.” His eyes hold mine for a moment and then, as if feeling guilty, he asks, “When do I get to meet this beloved William whom you talk so fondly of?”
“Soon,” I beam, and then I quickly go back to reading my book. But, once again, I can feel his eyes on me. I glance up. “What is it now?”
“When is your period due?”
I smirk. “Why?”
“Because we had unprotected sex and you don’t seem to care.”
I smile and go back to my book. “It will be here early next week.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’m on the pill.”
“You’re on the pill?” he gasps.
“Why wouldn’t you tell me that? This is need to know information. Why have we been using condoms?”
“Because I don’t know where you’ve been.”
“In condoms, Charlotte,” he snaps. “In condoms.”
“You can stop stressing.”
“I wasn’t stressing.”
“You were, you’ve been stressing all week over it, I know you have.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I’m getting to know you, and I know when something is bothering you.”
“Why didn’t you say something to put me out of my misery?”
“Because I wanted you to ask me when my period was due and have this conversation.”
He narrows his eyes and crawls over me, holding himself up on his elbows. “I have a good mind to punish you right now for freaking me out about impending fatherhood. That was evil. I’ve been fucking frantic.”
I laugh out loud. “You idiot. Why didn’t you just ask?”
He kisses me, and that’s his only answer.
“We’re going to Greece tomorrow, remember?”
He smiles broadly. “We are.”
“What are we going to do in Greece?”
“Eat, drink, swim, and fuck.”
I laugh out loud. “You are a born romantic, Spencer Jones.”
My phone dances on the table, the name Dad lighting up the screen. “You need to be quiet.” I jump up and get it.
Spencer rolls his eyes, unimpressed.
“Hello, Dad.” I sit back down beside Spencer.
“Hello, darling.” My father’s kind voice drifts down the phone.
Spencer’s eyes light up with something, and he drops to the floor between my legs. My eyes widen and I shake my head, mouthing the word, “No.”
He smiles mischievously and begins to tug my pyjama pants down. I push his head away. “What’s been happening, Dad?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
“Just working, as usual. I went to a Broadway show this week. I have business dinners a few nights this week. What are you doing? What’s new with you?”
Everything.
Spencer nips my sex with his teeth, and I slap the top of his head. “Just lounging around, getting ready for bed,” I lie as I widen my eyes at Spencer. “Stop it,” I mouth.
He tears my pyjama pants down my legs and pulls me forward to the edge of the couch where he spreads my legs.
“Oh my God,” I mouth. “What’s the weather like, Dad?” If only he could see what I’m doing now.
“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.