Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“I’m seeing someone.”

She smirks. “Since when does that matter to us?”

I stare at her, not saying a word.

She gets up, saunters across the office and places herself in my lap. She tries to kiss me again, but I turn my head away.

“We belong to each other first and foremost, Spencer.”

“This one’s different, Shez.”

She frowns. “Meaning what?”

“Meaning, I’m not going to sleep with you while I’m with her.”

“She’ll never even know.”

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bsp; “I’ll know.”

“Don’t be so ridiculous.” She leans down and kisses my neck, and I instantly push her off me.

“Stop it!” I snap.

“Spence.” Her face falls. “What’s going on?”

“I really like this girl. I’m not going to risk fucking it up by sleeping with you.”

She raises her chin in defiance. “Is this the young one?”

“Yes.”

“Are you in love with her?”

I shrug. “I don’t know, it’s only new.”

She smiles, sarcasm dripping from her face. “You can’t do monogamy, Spencer, you’re just not wired that way.”

“I’ve never tried it.”

She laughs. “Exactly. So, why are you trying it now?”

I glare at her.

She puts her shoes on, her temper evident. “You’ve decided you want to be in a relationship and play happy families, is that it?” She fixes her hair. “You want a house in the country with a two point four children, is that it?”

“What, like you have?” I roll my eyes. “Sheridan, stop with the dramatics. I don’t know what I want. All I know is I only want to sleep with her right now.”

“Is the sex that good?” She sneers.

“It’s not about the sex,” I fire back without hesitation.

Her face falls and she stares at me for an extended period of time. “That hurt more than it should have,” she murmurs softly.

I drop my head. “I’m sorry.”

“Where does that leave us?”