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“Why? What happened?” I stared at her screen.
“Clara sent me this video from Greece. I sort of knew she was recording me when I was dancing in that club. I started editing it, before I posted it on TikTok, asking people to locate this guy,” she explained. “Anyway, I’d forgotten about it, ignoring the notifications, and now look … this video has five million views already! People are going crazy over it, and I don’t know what to do. Oh Lord, I’ve gained over fifty thousand followers.”
I took the phone off her and clicked on the video. She was dancing in the club when this guy passed her, staring at her with so much love—yes, love, sheer adoration—that one would think they’d known each other their entire lives. She’d edited it, so the look was shown in slow motion, making it seem even more dramatic. People on the app were going mad, everyone commenting that it was love at first sight.
“What are you going to do?”
“Have her take it down, of course. I can’t be recognised—this is too risky,” she said sadly.
“No, don’t take it down. Leave it for a bit. Maybe someone will find him, and you said it yourself … It was the best sex of your life!”
“Yes, but what are the chances?” she asked. “Anyway, put that dress on and get ready or we’ll be late.”
Chapter Thirteen
Spencer
The cupcakes turned out delicious. Maja was in heaven, but my bad mood wouldn’t go away. After dinner and dessert, we played a few board games together. Around close to eight, Maja passed out in my bed while her favourite TV show droned on in the background.
Switching the TV off, I went down to the kitchen, itching to smash something, because now that I had nothing to do, I kept obsessing over that kiss. I just couldn’t get it out of my head. Technically, I could call Laura because I had her personal number from Cath, but since we had never communicated that way, it would come across as odd.
“Hello? Anyone home?” The door opened, and my mother and brother entered the kitchen.
My family had clearance to visit me whenever they wanted, but now I was wondering whether I needed to have a word with them about coming in unannounced.
“What are you two doing here?” I asked.
“Oh, Spence, Rupert suggested you go out and let your hair down a bit.” Mum looked radiant. “You’ve been cooped up in this flat for months!”
“Yeah, bro, I'm taking you out. Mum agreed to babysit since your nanny took off for the weekend.” Rupert slapped me on the back.
“Are you nuts? You know I can’t just go clubbing. My security detail would flip out, and the press would have a field day.” I stared at my youngest brother like he had grown two heads.
Rupert was about my height, and he favoured me in looks, but his hair was chestnut brown, and he was in much better shape than me. He was also out of his damn mind.
“Nonsense. I normally don’t approve of this, but Rupert is right. Stick to private, VIP areas, use private entrances, you know, go somewhere exclusive. And of course, you have your detail accompanying you—you’ll be fine. You need to relax for once. The summer holidays are coming, and you will be away most of August. Maja is going to take all your time and attention.” Mum made herself comfortable as she put the kettle on.
I dragged my hand through my hair, wondering how to get out of this, but it seemed they’d both made their minds up.
“Fine, but we won’t be staying long. Maja wants to do something tomorrow,” I said.
“Whatever, bro, just get ready. Range Rover Sentinel is waiting outside. Your muscle is already in there.” He plonked himself down on the chair next to Mum.
My brother was wild, untamed, and he fucked anyone with a vagina and a pulse. The bastard knew he was good-looking, too, and women were naturally drawn to him. He used to work as a model, but that was a while ago; he had left that industry to start his own business.
I rushed back to my room and had a quick shower, then changed into a white cotton shirt and pastel trousers.
Twenty minutes later, the Range Rover dropped us outside some exclusive new club in one of the best parts of London. Rupert insisted we get dropped at the back, because of me, and I also made sure he arranged we’d be allowed into a secluded, separate and lockable VIP section for privacy. I had four bodyguards with me who would not leave my side. That was my life.
The back door opened, and a bouncer let us through. If he recognised me, he said nothing. They would be used to celebrities walking through, and I was well aware of several MPs and other prime ministers before me going out to clubs like this—so I wasn’t the first.
The private area was pretty appealing, with its décor in black and gold. The biggest flat-screen TV I’d ever seen was mounted on a wall, taking up almost all the space. I had no clue such a size even existed. On it I could observe the main club area from several angles in a split screen.
The place was already packed, everyone clearly having fun, dancing, and sipping cocktails and other drinks at the bar.
I sat on the black velvet sofa, Rupert following suit.
“Only the most lucrative and affluent pussy will be here tonight, so pay attention, and maybe you’ll get lucky, big brother,” Rupert teased.
