Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“What I would say to you is shut the hell up.”

He chuckles and lifts my

hand to kiss the back of it. “You’re hot when you’re angry, Prescott.”

I exhale heavily and turn back to my book.

“You know it’s not true, right?”

“Yes.”

“So why are you still mad with me?”

“Because I look like a fool.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do.”

“But we know the truth.” He frowns.

“Nobody else does.”

He exhales heavily. “Why are you so worried about what everyone else thinks? Care about what I think.”

I stare at him for a moment. “Okay, what do you think?”

“I think these people who work for the media and the magazines are idiots, and like I told you before, half of the shit they put out there is completely fabricated.”

“A picture tells a thousand words.”

“But does it? I’ve even been photographed with Seb’s girlfriends in the past and been in the stupid tabloids for it.”

“Why do they target you? I don’t understand why they target you specifically.” I do actually. He’s gorgeous, wealthy, and has enough boyish charm to light up the world… but I’m not letting him know that.

He shrugs. “It started about five years ago when I dated a girl who also happened to be a model. It was her they were after, and they got a few images of us together. Then I met another girl who, unbeknown to me, was an actress. We were photographed leaving a club together and they just assumed I was seeing both woman at the same time. That’s when they began this whole love rat bullshit.”

“Were you seeing both women at the same time?”

He smirks. “Possibly, but each of them knew we weren’t exclusive and they were seeing other people, too.”

I stare out the window and a wave of disappointment runs through me. Unable to stop it from happening, my eyes fill with tears.

“Angel,” he whispers, wrapping his arm around me. “Don’t be upset.”

“This isn’t how I wanted to announce my first relationship to my family, Spence,” I whisper.

“I know, baby.” I sit back and rest my head on his shoulder. “It’s shitty.” He kisses my temple. “But don’t let this crap affect our relationship. I don’t care what everyone else thinks, I don’t care if they hate me, but if I lose you because of shitty lies from people who don’t even know me…” His voice trails off.

He’s right. This isn’t his fault.

“Can we start the weekend again, please?” I ask hopefully.

He smiles down at me, his eyes filled with empathy. “We can do anything you want, angel.”

* * *

The car pulls into the private garage and I hunch my shoulders in excitement.