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“Yeah.” I sip my scotch.
“Have you ever fucked a guy?”
I turn to him and wince. “What?”
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Spencer
He looks me dead in the eye. “I mean… have you ever had sex with a man?”
My eyes widen. “Why are you asking me this?”
/> He shrugs and sips his beer.
I stare at him for a moment, my mind a clusterfuck of emotions. What the hell is he asking me this for? “No,” I say. “I’ve never fucked a man.”
“Ever been fucked?”
“No.” I frown. “Mate, I like vaginas.” He stares at me.
“Vagina.” I shake my head in disgust that I’m discussing Charlotte’s body parts with him. This day is way too much. I feel like my head’s about to explode. Why the hell would he ask me that now?
“I’m going back upstairs.” I stand in a rush.
Anthony comes back to the bar. “What did I miss?” he asks, looking between us. “Also, can we talk about our new terms of employment?”
Wyatt stares straight ahead and sips his beer, clearly uninterested in the terms of employment.
“Tomorrow. I’m going upstairs.”
“Okay.”
I walk to the elevator and hit the button with force. The doors open, and I text Masters and Seb.
Breakfast at seven. I need to debrief.
Day from fucking hell.
* * *
My eyes drift over the beautiful woman sleeping in my bed. Her blonde hair is splayed across her pillow, and her eyes flutter while she sleeps. I reach down and slowly bring the blanket up to cover her, and I gently kiss her face.
She tossed and turned all night.
We both did.
Her mind was on her family, my mind was on Wyatt.
Why did he ask me if I’ve ever fucked a man? It was so random… and the timing was weird. Has he heard something about me that’s about to be released to the magazines?
Another fucking lie.
I wouldn’t put it past these fuckers, they’ll do anything for a story—anything that causes shock value and will make people buy their trash. I feel sick to my stomach and totally out of control of the situation.
Charlotte deserves better than this. So much better.
I pick up her phone and set her alarm to go off in an hour. She was so upset last night, she forgot to do it. I lean down and brush the hair away from her face.
