Page 129 of Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)


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I walk out into the hall and quickly close the bedroom door behind me before I head downstairs. Wyatt is already halfway up them.

“Is everything all right?” He frowns.

“Yes, sorry. I slept in.” I continue walking down the stairs to guide him away from my bedroom.

“You didn’t come down to the gym. When I couldn’t reach you on the phone, we were worried.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologise.

“Perhaps you should take my number, too,” Spencer offers sharply.

I look up to see Spencer with a towel wrapped around his waist, and he’s walking down the stairs towards us.

The blood drains from my face.

“What are you doing here?” Wyatt growls.

Spencer glares at him. “Visiting my girlfriend. What does it look like?”

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Charlotte

Wyatt narrows his eyes and steps forward when Spencer gets to the bottom step.

“Spencer!” I stammer, glancing between the two men in total panic.

Shit.

“How did you get in here?” Wyatt asks roughly.

“I walked through the front door and used my key.” Spencer folds his arms over his chest.

“I don’t think so.” Wyatt sneers.

Spencer smirks. “Really? So, do you think I scaled the building instead? Perhaps a helicopter dropped me on the roof?”

Anthony walks through the front door and stops sharply when he sees Spencer wearing nothing more than a towel.

Wyatt turns and looks at Anthony, a silent message passing between the two of them.

“Spencer is a guest of mine,” I say quickly.

“I don’t think Edward’s going to like this,” Wyatt tells me, stating the obvious.

“Edward’s not going to know about this,” Spencer warns. “Not until Charlotte tells him herself.”

Wyatt narrows his eyes, his disapproval clear.

“What exactly is your role here, Wyatt?” Spencer asks calmly.

I hold my stomach as my heart has a fit.

“Is your role to guard Charlotte and keep her safe, or are you here to spy on her for her overbearing brother?”

“Spencer,” I whisper. “Please—”

Spencer holds up his hand, cutting me off.

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