Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)
“I’m going, angel,” I whisper. “I love you.”
She smiles sleepily with her eyes closed. “I love you, too.” She wraps her arms around me.
I hold her tight, and with one last look at my love, I kiss her cheek and leave her in peace.
I’ve got a mountain of shit to sort out today.
First on my hit list: Alexander fucking York.
* * *
I walk into the restaurant right at seven and take a seat at our table. The boys aren’t here yet so I order our coffees and regular meals. I’m on high alert, as if on a drug that makes me super aware of everything and everyone around me. The adrenaline in my system is at an all-time high, making my leg bounce under the table uncontrollably.
Have you ever fucked a guy?
I get a vision of Charlotte’s face if a story ever came out saying I fucked a man. Her family…
“Hey,” Masters says, falling into his seat beside me.
“Hi.” I force a smile. “How’s Bree?”
“Good, good. I saw you all over the tabloids. Dirty bastards.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t remind me.”
Seb comes into view and waves merrily.
“What’s he so fucking chirpy about?” I sigh.
Masters chuckles as he watches our friend bounce in.
Seb falls into the seat. “Hello.”
“What are you so happy about?” I ask him.
He grins and places his napkin on my lap. “Oh, I don’t know.” He raises his brow.
“Maybe because I spent the weekend in bed with Angela.”
I look at him, deadpan. “Tell me you’re joking…”
“Nope.”
Masters pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jesus Fucking Christ.”
“You fucked your ex-wife’s sister?” I frown.
Seb winks. “Every which way I could.”
I drag my hand down my face. “Are you fucking crazy? You know she’s going to go postal and take you to the cleaners.” I put my hand up for more coffee. “You can say goodbye to Bentley. Should I make this a scotch breakfast again?”
“She’s already taken me to the cleaners, and besides,“ Seb smirks, “it was well worth it. I’ve always had a thing for Angela. Felt good to finally fuck it out.”
I roll my eyes. “Oh God, do not fall for Angela.” I point at him. “I’m warning you.”
“I’m not falling for her, just having some fun. But I can confirm that my suspicions were right and she’s a lot better in bed than her witch of a sister.” He smiles, obviously very happy with himself. “Anyway, what happened with you yesterday?” His eyes widen. “That’s right, your weekend in Santorini. How was it?”
“Perfect.” I sigh. “Should have stayed there.”