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“Hello.” Wyatt smiles and takes my hand to help me out of the car. He’s clearly been waiting for my arrival, as he didn’t come to the wedding.
“Hello, Wyatt.” I smile in return, placing a hand on his chest before I walk past him and into the house.
; “How was your evening?”
“Wonderful, thank you. How was yours?”
“Quite dull.”
I smile as I walk. Wyatt is in his mid-thirties, and he’s my bodyguard. He usually comes with me everywhere I go. Six years ago, when my father’s company began buying casinos, our world changed overnight. Suddenly, the people he did business with weren’t always as reputable as we were. We needed protection from the unknown, and that’s when we were each given bodyguards who were to follow our every move.
My mother didn’t have one with her on the day of her death and I know my father has always questioned that if she had had one, would the car accident have happened? Would she still be here with us?
I used to hate the security but I’m used to it now, and at least Wyatt isn’t as obtrusive as my father’s security team. They’re hardcore. I couldn’t deal with them at all.
Glancing back, I see three of them in the car behind us. They go everywhere he goes and none of them will ever make eye contact with me. I know it’s because my brother has warned them with their lives if one of them come near me.
Wyatt is different, though. He’s trusted with me. We’ve also become friends. Not besties or anything as he keeps it very professional at all times, but I definitely rely on him more than I expected to.
I give my father a small wave goodbye, and then I walk up the path towards my house as the car pulls away slowly and heads back to the main house.
“Good night, Charlotte,” Wyatt calls from the end of the driveway.
“Goodnight, Wyatt. Thank you.”
After I shut the door behind me, I turn to put my bag down on the hall table, and I pick up the remote control to turn the television on. I head straight to the kitchen and flick on the kettle. I have a set routine whenever I walk into my house: television, kettle, and tea. It’s like the world isn’t right if one of those things doesn’t happen immediately. Dead silence doesn’t feel right to me. The funny thing is that I don’t even watch the TV after I’ve put it on. I simply like the distant background noise it provides.
I grab my laptop and sit at my kitchen counter.
Who are you, Mr Spencer?
I type his name into Google, immediately frowning.
Wait. Was his first name Spencer, or was his last name Spencer?
He introduced himself as Spencer but I thought that was his surname, hence why I called him Mr Spencer.
I think back to what Lara said about him, and I take out my phone to dial her number. She answers on the first ring.
“Hey, where are you?” she asks quickly.
“Oh, I came home.”
“Why?”
I bite my bottom lip to stop myself smiling. “I was accosted by the infamous Mr Spencer.”
She gasps. “Fuck off. What happened?”
I stare at my reflection in the kitchen window and find myself smiling. “He followed me to the bathroom outside, and then he kissed me.”
“Are you serious?”
“I am. Remind me of his name…”
She laughs. “Did you forget to ask that while his tongue was down your throat?”
