Page 106 of Mr. Monroe


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“Interesting,” she said.

“Nothing interesting about it.”

“Hey, baby, I’m home,” Spencer called out cheerfully as he walked through the hallway that led from the garage. “Are we ready to get this mutha-fucking yacht weekend started?”

“Oh?” Heidi said, eyes wide toward me as she turned to see Spencer’s reaction to her unwanted presence.

“What the fuck are you doing in my home?” Spencer said, his face dark with confusion and anger.

I remained seated, knowing our weekend just went to hell. God only knew what Spencer would do with this cockroach that’d manifested in his home.

His eyes went to mine. I shrugged, the liquor already working its way through my system. “Welcome home. Care for a drink, honey?” I said to him, knowing he was just as shocked as I was that his mother was here without warning, notice, or permission.

“Ah, so I see my grandchildren will have both parents as drunks,” Heidi said as Spencer placed his leather briefcase on the ground.

He was in shock, and I wished I was half drunk already when the fucking doorbell rang. This situation might’ve been comical if it weren’t so fucking weird.

“You need to leave my home,” Spencer said to her.

“I’m not leaving, darling,” she said. “You see, I did a little digging, and I’m not quite sure you and this woman were being truthful with me regarding your matrimonial situation.”

Spencer’s eyes narrowed at her, and I saw something shift and change in him.

“I’ll get the door,” I said as I stood, thankful someone was here to distract the fact that I had no idea where any of this would go from here.

“If it isn’t the woman we never thought would settle—”

“Jake,” I said, impulsively reaching out and covering the tall man’s mouth.

I shut the door behind me as soon as I heard Heidi call after who was at our door. I swear this woman was a nightmare that’d seeped into reality.

“What is happening?” Jake said, stepping back, his vivid blue eyes bright and wide with shock that I would do something entirely out of character.

“Listen,” I said in a low voice, “I can’t explain fast enough, but hopefully, you heard about me and Spencer faking a marriage, yeah?”

“Of course,” Jake said with a goofy smile, “and we’ll never let either one of you live that down.”

“Good,” I responded quickly, “because the devil’s lover, aka Spencer’s mother, is here and trying to sniff out that lie. You know, about being fake married.”

“You want me to play along? You know I’m down for that, but Ash is waiting in the car, and you guys are supposed to be following us to the yacht.”

“You’re going to have to do the whole birthday shit without us,” I said. “I don’t know what is with Spencer’s mom being here unannounced and uninvited.”

Jake’s grin turned into that mischievous smile that came before he and the guys were about to fuck shit up. “Invite that woman along,” he said.

“Have you lost your goddamn mind?”

“Yes,” he said with the expression of a hungry wolf, “let’s fuck with her.”

I arched my eyebrow at that idea and smiled my own little evil smile to match Jake’s, and then I recovered my maturity. “I don’t think anyone will want anything to fuck up Jim’s birthday, especially Spencer.”

“Bullshit,” Jake said. “This will liven the entire night. You know that, I know that, everyone knows that.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not sure Spencer will dig this shit. This woman can be evil.”

“You do know who will be on that yacht, correct?” Jake questioned, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Let’s put this nonsense to bed and perhaps keep her out of her element long enough that she’ll call for a helicopter to pick her up and take her to the airport.”

“Teach her a lesson?” I said, liking the idea of that more than I should.

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