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“Goodnight, angel. Dream of me.”
The line goes dead, and I smile goofily into the darkness.
I have no resistance to this man. None.
* * *
I walk into the ballroom with Alexander. It’s Saturday night, and we’re at a charity auction. I would rather be out with Beth, but I did promise Alexander I would come. Besides, it will keep my father and Edward appeased.
Alexander stops to talk to someone, and I look around, freezing on the spot.
Oh no.
Spencer is by the bar.
What the hell is he doing here?
His wavy hair is messed-up to perfection, and his square jaw and piercing blue eyes meet mine. Wearing a black dinner suit, he looks so handsome, and I feel myself melt a little.
He raises an eyebrow at me, and then just as suddenly as we connect, he snaps his eyes away from mine.
Spencer
“You never know what the future will bring.” Leoni smiles.
“I guess.” I sigh as I look around.
Charlotte—My Charlotte has just walked into the ballroom on someone else’s arm.
What?
Alexander York?
My skin prickles. You have got to be kidding me.
Him—my archnemesis. We’ve known each other for years and hated each other for just as long. We met at a party years ago. Alex did some trading for me on the stock market and they turned bad. Then I dated someone he wanted, and it’s gone downhill ever since. We’ve had harsh words on more occasions than I care to remember, and right now, I want to kill him with my bare hands.
“Yes, the universities are wonderful over there,” Leoni says.
I inhale sharply as I try to focus on what she is saying, although I’m quite sure she can see steam shooting out of my ears.
Was it him?
Did she sleep with Alexander fucking York?
My nostrils flare in fury and I tip my head back to skull from my beer. This woman will be the death of me. The two of them walk through the crowd, and Charlotte finds my gaze and falters, as if shocked.
She’s wearing a gold crystal-beaded dress, and her thick honey hair is set into large curls. She looks curvy, glamorous, and beautiful.
Perfect.
My cock instantly hardens with appreciation…and she’s fucking here with someone else.
I put my hand into the pocket of my black dinner suit and stare at her, my eyebrow rising involuntarily.
I’m livid and force myself to look away.
Leonie keeps banging on about the most boring thing I’ve ever heard and Charlotte stands still, her hands both clutching her gold purse nervously as Alexander stops to talk to someone. She can’t even look at me, while I can’t look away.
