Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

He loves me and I love him.

He is my everything.

THE END.

Epilogue

Spencer

Two years later

Beyoncé’s voice pours out the lyrics to “Naughty Girl.”

I stand on the side of the dance floor with Masters and Seb as we watch the girls. Bree, Beth, and Charlotte are solid friends now. They laugh and giggle at a private joke as they dance. Charlotte’s business is booming. She now has six lawyers working for her, and they just won an award for best charity of the year. Sarah and Paul are still there for Charlotte’s moral support, supplying her with plenty of laughs.

Apparently Hot Dick City is a real place. Who knew?

Life is good. We still live in my apartment in London. We’re also still madly in love and nothing much has changed. Actually, nothing has changed. Things between us have only gone from strength to strength.

Charlotte got a grey and white kitten and we called him Greyson. That cat is the most adored thing on Earth and he runs rings around the both of us. He rules our apartment.

I testified in a private court hearing against Penelope twelve months ago, and William and her now share custody of Harrison. Strangely enough, Edward and I now get along well. He’s not a bad bloke underneath all the power tripping bullshit he has going on. Harold is insisting on teaching me parts of the business so that I could help Edward if anything were to ever happen to him.

William and I are… complicated. He’s a great guy, and I respect him immensely, but he will never forgive me and I don’t blame him after what he walked in on. It’s a guilt I have had to learn to live with. We are amicable, and I know he’s happy that Charlotte is happy, but that’s about it. He lives in London now and Charlotte sees him regularly. I see him at family events only.

I watch Charlotte’s sexy little arse move to the music, and arousal sweeps over me.

This woman, this beautiful woman came into my life and changed everything about who I thought I was. I smile softly as I watch her laugh with her friends.

She’s perfect. Inside and out.

“Is Charlotte still on your case about getting married?” Masters asks.

“She hasn’t mentioned it for a while. Hopefully she’s given up.”

“You’re fucking mad.” Seb scoffs in disgust.

I roll my eyes and sip my beer.

“Every time you’re in a room with her, you watch her like an awestruck little schoolboy.”

“Yeah, well, we know what happened last time I tried to propose. Getting married is fucking bad luck for me.”

“Bullshit.” Masters huffs. “You’re just scared.”

I sigh and continue to watch my angel’s behind. I’m going to fuck that beautiful ass tonight.

“How much did you pay for that ring you threw off the cliff like a madman?” Masters frowns.

“Way too much.” I smirk. I was going mad that night, without a doubt.

“You know she wants a baby,” Masters says casually as he sips his beer.

“What?”

“I heard her tell Bree the other day when they were in my kitchen. She was holding Henry and she said that she would love a baby.”

I frown. “She’s not mentioned anything to me.” Fear swirls in my stomach. The thought of changing the dynamics between us terrifies the fuck out of me.