Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“As you will see, airports suck.”

I smile and nod.

“Does your father have a plane?”

I nod. “Three.”

He rolls his eyes. “Only three. The poor fucker.”

I smile bashfully. We make our way through the check-in and eventually walk through all the security and out into the restaurant. The boys take a seat at the bar and we sit in a booth.

“What do you want to drink, angel?” Spencer asks as he looks through the drinks menu.

“I’m easy.”

His eyes rise to my lips. “You’re only easy for me,” he whispers darkly.

The air crackles between us.

I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table between us. “I really can’t wait to suck your big dick tonight, Mr Spencer,” I whisper.

He winks. “I’ll look forward to it.”

I find myself smiling again. Who would have ever thought I would have it in me to be like this?

“What drink do you want?”

“Margarita.”

“Good choice. I’ll join you.” He closes the menu and goes to the bar.

As I wait, I glance over and see a bookstore just across the way. I might get a new book for by the pool. I get up and walk over to the boys.

“I’m just ducking into this shop to get a book. I won’t be a moment. You stay here.”

Wyatt, ignoring me, immediately stands and follows me. He waits outside while I walk in and look around. I pick my book and stand in the line to pay, when I look down at the magazine stand and my heart drops.

A picture of Spencer and me with the heading:

Bad Romeo Strikes Again.

What?

I pick up the magazine with the sound of my blood pumping hard in my ears.

How humiliating…. Bad Romeo.

“When did this magazine get released?” I ask.

The bored shopkeeper looks up. “Oh, it’s not due out until tomorrow. We got it early.”

I force a smile. “Thanks.” I pay her and storm back to the table to find Spencer sitting with our two margaritas in front of him. He smiles cheekily up at me. “Here you go, sustenance for your cock-sucking duties tonight.”

I slap the magazine on the table, and he looks down at it immediately. It takes him a few seconds to realise what he’s looking at before he frowns.

“What the hell?” I fall into the seat and flick through the pages until I get to the story.

Spencer begins to drink his margarita and watches on. Wishing he was anywhere but here.