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)
He stays silent.
I scowl and swallow with regret. I feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. “I love you, Dad.”
“I love you too,” he whispers.
“Will you come and visit me?”
He stares at me blankly. “No.”
I blink as my vision becomes blurred.
“I cannot accept this relationship if you move in with him. I’ve told you that already.”
I frown and step back from him, shocked, but not surprised by his coldness. “This is goodbye then.”
He stares at me, his face blank and emotionless. I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t.
I can’t stand this, I need to get away.
I turn away with tears streaming down my face. I walk as fast as I can and get into my car, wasting no time in pulling out of the driveway.
I watch the property disappear in the rearview mirror, feeling the pain in my chest.
I thought he loved me more than that.
* * *
“Angel?” Spencer calls. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he whispers as he sits down beside me.
“Huh?” I push up onto my elbows. “Oh, I must have fallen asleep.” I sigh as I look down at myself sprawled across the sofa. My face falls. “Oh my God, I forgot to get you from work?” I whisper in a panic. “What time is it?”
He brushes my hair back from my forehead and smiles. “That’s okay, I called Wyatt when I couldn’t get you and he came to pick me up. We guessed you were asleep.”
I lie back down and put my forearm over my eyes. I just want this day to be over.
Spencer looks around at the boxes of my things spread everywhere. “What’s all this?”
“I moved in.” I give him my best attempt at jazz hands. “Surprise!”
He smirks. “I thought you were getting your own apartment.”
“I wanted my own Spencer instead.”
He leans down and kisses me. “I told you I didn’t mind.”
“I know.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “But I minded. I’m not coming into this relationship with anyone but you as my priority.”
“I love you.”
“Lucky. Because my father doesn’t want to see me again.”
“He’ll come around.” He sighs as he pulls me up by the hand. “Come on, get up and get yourself ready.”
“Why, where are we going?” I sigh.
“We have to celebrate. This is a big day. We just moved in together. Let’s see if we can find a bar that will play our song.”
I laugh. “There are no Australian one-man bands in London who know the song “Dream Catch Me,” Spence.”
“Karaoke it is then.”
* * *
Five hours later, and I’m smiling up at my handsome dance partner, rearranging his tie. “Thank you.” I smile.
“For what?”
“For dancing with me in a deserted bar at 1:00 a.m. on a school night. I know you’re trying to take my mind off of things.”
He spins me around. “You’re wrong about that, Prescott. I’m putting your mind onto things. This is a strategic move. I’m playing the game of champions.”
I fake amazement and narrow my eyes. “Oh, really? Tell me, Mr Spencer… ” I reach up and brush his hair back from his forehead and kiss him softly on the lips. “Is your brain in your dick tonight?”
“No, my brain is in my heart.” And what a beautiful heart it is.
“My erection is in my dick.” He kisses my temple.
I giggle at his ridiculous answer, and we sway to the music.
“Will you love me when I’m poor, Lady Charlotte?”
“Why would you ever be poor, Mr Spencer?” I smirk.
“Sheridan wanted me to go to New York next week for a tender meeting.”
I stop dancing.
“I said no.”
“What does that mean?” I frown.
“It means she has the right to pull my company’s contract.”
“Do you think she will?”
He shrugs and starts to sway us again. “I don’t think so. She’s ballsy but she’s not a bitch. She isn’t vindictive.”
I stare at him.
“My company supplies her with good quality steel, she knows that.”
“Why don’t you just go?” I say.
“Because I don’t want to leave you.” He kisses me again.
“It’s okay, Spence, I trust you. You can go. I don’t want you to lose business over us.”
“Angel.” He smiles down at me. “I will not be held for ransom from an old lover and risk fucking up what I have in this room. She can jam the fucking contract up her arse for all I care.”
I look around at our surroundings, unable to stop myself from grinning. “We have two drunks in the corner of this room. I’m happy to sacrifice them,” I offer.
He laughs as he looks around at the two old men sitting drunk at the bar. “I wouldn’t even give up them.”
Spencer looks over and spots Wyatt, and I see a frown crease his brow. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
“How well do you know Wyatt?”
“Why?”
“Nothing.” He frowns. “Just something he said to me the other night has me weirded out a bit.”