He stands still and watches me for a moment.
Does he feel guilty? I hope so. More tears fill my eyes.
“I’m home, angel,” he whispers as he sits beside me on the bed. He leans down and kisses my cheek.
Unable to help it, I turn to him and his face falls. My eyes are red and swollen. I’ve been in tears since I found the key was gone.
“You’ve been crying.” He frowns. “What’s wrong?”
I stay silent because I don’t know what to say. I mean, what is there to say? What can I possibly say that will make this better?
“Charlotte?” he whispers as he flicks the lamp on to see my face. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“You tell me.”
He frowns. “What does that mean?”
My eyes hold his. “Do you have something to tell me, Spencer?”
“Like what?”
My traitorous tears fill my eyes again. Damn these weeping bitches.
“Charlotte, why are you crying?” he demands.
I shake my head and roll away from him. I can’t even look him in the eye.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he snaps.
I clench my jaw. “Get out.
“What?”
“You heard me. Go back to Sheridan.”
“What the hell?” He stands, daring to look completely outraged. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Angry blood rages through my body like a rapid river. Does he think I’m fucking stupid? I roll back onto my back as contempt fills me.
“Did you come back to the apartment today, Spencer?” I ask him calmly.
His eyes narrow, and he swallows a lump in his throat. “Yeah, I did, actually.”
I smirk. “Did you imagine my face again when you were fucking her tonight?”
His eyes widen and he shakes his head, connecting the dots. “I didn’t… I don’t… it’s not what you think.”
“Get out,” I say coldly.
“It’s not like that.”
“Get the fuck out!” I cry as I lose all control. The stupid tears break free again, stealing my bravery act. I wipe them away with my forearm.
“She… she came to me last week,” he stammers. “She wanted to see me. I said no.”
I stare at him.
“Someone came into my office just after she left, and I shoved the key in my pocket to hide it from them. After that, I forgot all about it.”