Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

I stare at her in confusion. “I knew you were different the moment I laid eyes on you,” I admit quietly. She’s fucking perfect inside and out.

God, I want her. Everything in me wants her.

She stands abruptly and opens the front door in a rush.

“Goodbye, Spencer.”

What? What the hell? “Wait, I… I don’t want to go,” I stammer.

Fuck, why did I hesitate? Now she thinks I don’t want her.

“I want you to leave. Immediately.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, standing my ground.

“You heard the lady,” Wyatt growls from the front porch.

We both turn in surprise.

“Not now, fucker,” I snap.

“Get out before I beat you to a living pulp.”

“What the hell?” I frown, and my eyes flicker to the beautiful girl in front of me. “Charlotte?”

“Please leave, Spencer,” she says as her eyes fill with tears.

My face falls knowing that I’ve hurt her feelings.

She turns and runs up the stairs, leaving me no choice. Wyatt pushes me towards the front door, and I rip my arm from his grip.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I shout as I storm out onto the porch.

“Don’t come back.”

I turn to him. “I’ll be back whenever it fucking suits me, you prick. Stay the fuck out of my way.” I storm to my car, start it up, and rev the shit out of the engine.

I stare at her house for a moment, glaring at the fucking idiot guard dog standing on the front porch.

I don’t even have her fucking phone number.

I tear out of the driveway and out through the large stone gates.

“Well done, Spencer, you stupid prick.” I grip the steering wheel with white knuckle force.

That was one gigantic fuck up.

* * *

I sit at my kitchen table and type the words ‘Charlotte Prescott’ into Google.

It’s now Sunday night, and I’ve been in a world of pain since Thursday when I last saw her.

I have never regretted not doing something so much in my entire life.

I sip my scotch as I wait for the results to come up. I smile as a gallery of images of the beautiful woman flash across my screen. I click through the images one by one, taking in her perfect angelic face.

There are photos dating back to her when she was a child in a private school uniform, and then at Polo events, a few charity events, but surprisingly there are very few images of her recently.