Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

I frown as I stare at it. “What is it?”

“Well, while you’ve been over here playing the pathetic damsel in distress, and Spencer has been at his sickening pity party for one, someone around here has actually been using their fucking brain.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Spencer has a PA who needs to be fired, and I was quite sure she would try and sabotage him at some point. I wanted to catch her out and protect him.”

I stare at her.

“I put security cameras in his office.”

“What in the hell does this have to do with me?”

“Did you know that Penelope came to him the day before you saw her with William at dinner. Did you know that she wanted him to meet her for sex that night?”

“What?”

“Did you know that they argued, and he kicked ‘Stephanie’ out of his office.”

“I don’t understand.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” She sits forward. “Because you’re a selfish little bitch who won’t even listen to what he has to say. You’re so caught up in your own fucking agenda that you can’t see the forest for the trees.”

“Go to Hell. You don’t even know me.”

“I’ll tell you what I do know,” she whispers angrily. “I’ve watched hours and hours of footage from Spencer’s office this week, trying to piece together anything that will prove his innocence.”

My face falls.

“That’s right, sweetie.” She sneers. “I’ve heard his conversations with you. I’ve seen him defend your honour to your brother. I watched your arguments over me, and Hell, worst of all, I’ve watched him fuck you on his desk.”

My eyes hold hers.

“And I would give anything to have him look at me the way he looks at you. To hear those three words I’ve so desperately wanted to hear for ten goddamn years.”

My eyes fill with tears.

“Don’t be a fucking idiot, Charlotte. If you leave him, it will be the biggest regret of your life.”

I blink quickly, unsure what to say.

“The man I’m in love with is in Santorini as we speak, waiting for you.”

I drop my chin to my chest as sadness overwhelms me. “Did you sleep with him?”

“Time to go,” a voice snaps.

We both look up to see Anthony looming over us like a gorilla.

“Who the hell are you?” Sheridan sneers.

“I’m her bodyguard, and I don’t appreciate you upsetting her.”

“Oh, just fuck off, you idiot.” She sighs with an eye roll. “We’re in the middle of something here.”

He looks at me and I nod. “Please go.” He walks off to the other side of the pool.

Our eyes meet again, and hers are cold, while mine are full of tears.