His father.
Spencer grabs my hand and pulls me behind his back, as if I need protecting from his dad.
“Don’t speak to her. Don’t you dare fucking speak to her,” Spencer growls.
The man’s face falls. “Son…”
“Don’t call me that!” Spencer snaps.
I look between the two men as they stare at each other, and my heart drops. Spence is so hurt. What on earth did his father do?
“When are you going to forgive me?” Arthur asks.
Spencer glares at him. “When Hell freezes over.” He turns and storms off, dragging me along behind him. I have to practically run to keep up.
He’s physically shaken.
I stay silent as we walk, and once out of sight, Spencer turns to Wyatt and Anthony. “That man is not to come near Charlotte under any circumstances, do you understand me?”
Wyatt and Anthony look back at Arthur to get a better visual. “Okay.”
Spencer clenches his jaw as he turns and powers through the people.
“Where are we going?” I call.
“Home,” he says sharply. “I want to go home.”
* * *
I lie in the deep hot bath between Spencer’s legs. It’s late.
Spencer has said about five words since we saw his father four hours ago.
He stares straight ahead, and his jaw is continuously clenching.
His hands run over my breasts and back down to my stomach again and again, while he remains lost in thought.
I turn and kiss his bicep softly.
“When was the last time you saw your father?” I ask.
“Ten years ago.”
I frown, that’s a long time.
Spencer takes the soap and lathers his hands before he begins to wash my back without saying another word.
“You don’t get on?” I ask.
“I despise him.”
“Why?” I whisper.
He stares straight ahead for a long time, eventually kissing my temple. “When my mother was pregnant with her last child…” He pauses and frowns, as if it pains him to say the next words out loud. “He got her baby sister pregnant.”
My eyes widen. “He was sleeping with your mother’s younger sister?”
“Yes.”