Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

My mind is in overdrive. I have no idea what’s going to happen tonight when I walk into my father’s house with Spencer in tow. I don’t know whether to call my father and pre-warn him, but then they’ll be ready and they’ll attack him with all guns blazing.

I’m confused what way is the right way to go about this. I still think it would be better if I went alone. But Spencer won’t allow it. What the heck happened in his office that day when he kicked Edward out, anyway? I want to know what was said, word for word. I pinch the bridge of my nose as I try to calm myself down.

“You ready?” Spencer asks.

I look up to see him dressed in a navy suit, white shirt, and a tie.

“You’re wearing a suit?” I ask.

He smooths his tie and shoves his hand into his pocket. “I feel more comfortable in a suit.”

My heart drops. What he means is that he feels more equipped to fight in a suit. “You said you didn’t want to fight with them?”

“And I don’t.”

“So why are you wearing a suit?”

“I’m not taking any shit tonight, Charlotte.”

“They’re my family, Spence.”

“I know that. But they need to know that you’re my future and you won’t be kept from me. I won’t stand for it.”

“Promise me you won’t fight with them.”

He picks up his keys. “Let’s go.”

“Spencer, promise me.”

His eyes meet mine. “I can’t do that. Let’s go.” Without another word, he walks towards the front door. I stare at the kitchen counter for a moment with my heart hammering hard in my chest.

Please let this go well.

* * *

Two hours later, we pull up at the large stone gates of my father’s estate, and Spencer punches in the security

code. It was so long ago that he was here. How on earth does he even remember it? Wyatt and Anthony are in the car behind us, and I know they are feeling my nerves right along with me.

Their heads are about to roll, too.

The gates slowly open. “Main house?” he asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Yes.” I nod and stare down at my hands in my lap. We’ve said two words to each other on the whole trip here. Actually, we’ve said five. He asked me if I needed the bathroom when he stopped for petrol. It’s like he was already angry before he even got here.

I have a bad feeling about this. “Just let me do the talking,” I say.

Spencer’s jaw clenches as he looks through the windshield.

I watch him. “Spence? Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, I heard you. I didn’t agree with you, that’s all.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t fight with them. In time, they’ll calm down and be reasonable. If you fight with them tonight, you’ll start a war and I’ll be so mad with you.”

His tongue comes out and trails over his bottom lip.

He’s arrogance personified.