Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“See what?”

“This is a no-win situation. I can’t be without you, so I have to learn to live without them.”

She curls herself into my chest and holds me tight as she cries. Loud, uncontrollable sobs make her entire body shake.

All I can do is sit and hold her.

The room becomes a shady haze of red as I feel the adrenaline begin to pump through my veins.

“What can I do?” I whisper. “I’ll make you some dinner.”

“I’m not hungry, thanks.” She kisses me as she tries to pull herself together. “I’m just going to go to bed, baby, is that okay?”

I brush her hair back from her forehead. “Of course, it is.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I kiss her. “I’ll be up to tuck you in in a minute.” I help her off my lap and watch her walk up the stairs until she disappears out of sight.

I pour myself a scotch and drink it down. Anger is coursing through my veins like wildfire. The only thing she ever did wrong was fall in love with me.

I drink my scotch with a shaky hand.

Who the fuck do they think they are?

1105

I punch in the code to the gates of the estate and drive through to the main house. I shouldn’t be here but I’m past caring what they think of me.

I hardly slept last night. I stayed awake watching my angel cry.

I can’t do it anymore. I have no patience and no fucks left to give.

I park the car, and Harold’s guards appear out of nowhere. “What do you want?” one asks me.

“I want to see Harold,” I announce, despite it being early morning. The earlier my arrival, the more chance I had of them being home.

“He’s not here.”

“Then I’ll wait. Or… find him,” I snap. “Better still, get Edward out here.”

One of them scurries into the house leaving me to stand at the bottom of the porch steps. It seems a lifetime ago when I was at the bottom of Charlotte’s steps on

that first date, begging her to let me in.

If only I knew what kind of Heaven awaited me, I would have stayed that night and saved us both a lot of time.

The front door opens, and Harold’s face comes into view. I glare at him and storm up the stairs, brushing past him to enter his house.

The guard tries to stop me but Harold holds his hand up. “He’s fine.”

I soon find Edward in the living room. “You fucking prick.” I growl and I push him hard in the chest.

“What the hell?” He staggers back before regaining his composure and pushing me in return.

“Stop it.” Harold growls. “I’ve had enough of you both!”

“Are you happy?” I yell at Harold.