Mr Spencer (Mr. 2) - Page 216
“Mostly.” Edward huffs. “Un-fucking-believable. You were with another woman last week in Ibiza, for Christ’s sake.”
“No, he wasn’t,” Charlotte interrupts. “Those were all lies.”
“Charlotte, you cannot be that gullible,” Edward cries. “I’ve worked too damn hard to protect you from shit like this to have your reputation ruined in an instant by a cad like him.”
I glare at Edward as I swirl my Scotch around in my mouth. I get an image of myself diving over the table and strangling him ‘til he turns blue.
Charlottes face falls. “He’s not a cad, and I’m in love with him.”
Harold rolls his eyes. “You are not in love, Charlotte, you are in lust. He’s your first boyfriend. There is a big difference, darling.”
“You’re wrong,” I tell him. “We are very much in love.” I reach into my inner pocket of my suit coat and take out the folded piece of paper in there, handing it over to Harold.
He narrows his eyes, opens it and begins to read.
“What’s that?” Edward whines.
“It’s a prenup of sorts,” I reply. “A co-habitation agreement.”
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sp; Charlotte’s face falls as her eyes search mine.
“What?” Edward roars, standing immediately. His chair falls back and hits the floor with a thud. “Over my dead fucking body are you moving in here.”
“Charlotte’s moving to London with me.” I take a sip of my scotch. “Tonight,” I add.
Edward’s eyes narrow and he marches across the room and stands over me.
“Edward, stop it,” Charlotte whispers. “Dad, do something.”
“You’re not going anywhere, Charlotte. He’s a player, and he’s using you,” Edward seethes.
I lose my grip on my temper. “For what?” I yell. “I’m in love with her. How is that using her?”
“Her bank balance is an incredible incentive, isn’t it, Mr Jones?” He sneers.
“I don’t want your goddamn money. It’s there in black and white in that contract.” I gesture to the contract in Harold’s hands. “I’m successful all on my own, and I have enough money for both Charlotte and I to live forever without touching a penny of your inheritance.” I stand angrily. “I didn’t come here to justify my character. I do, however, have some serious doubts about yours. Tell me, Edward, why is it you travelled halfway across the world to see me, but not once did you contact your sister to see how she was?” He narrows his eyes.
“She is not a fucking possession. She is a beautiful woman who deserves to be loved, and I will not allow you to keep her here as your trophy for one minute longer,” I yell as I completely lose control.
“Wyatt!” Charlotte calls, sensing that this is about to get out of hand.
Harold frowns at what I’ve just said.
I turn to Harold. “She is a prisoner of your fucking bank balance!” I yell.
Edward pushes me, and I quickly grab the lapels on his shirt.
“Edward!” Harold yells, standing abruptly.
“Stop it!” Charlotte cries. “Stop it, both of you.”
Wyatt and Anthony appear and run to break us up.
“You’re both fucking fired!” Edward yells to them as they drag him back from me. “How did you let this happen?” He breaks free from their grip. “You were supposed to guard her from men like him.”
I suck air into my lungs and glare at him. Contempt for him drips from my every pore. I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone as much. I step back and straighten my suit.
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