“Here, have some water.” Grammy hands me a glass and goes back to drawing circles on my back. Spencer is standing beside me, worry written all over his face. When I calm down and my breathing gets even, Spencer takes the glass off my hand. “Are you alright?” He asks.“Never been better.” I reply while breathing hard. “Oh dear, you are a walking magnet to mishaps.” Grammy exclaims, still drawing comforting circles on my back. “A girl can't help.” I'm still taking a sharp intake of air. “A girl shouldn't eat like a savage as well. Take my advice and save yourself from your next choking.” Spencer grumbles under his breath before going over to his seat, all his worry vanishing from his voice. “Jerk.” I settle for a name calling rather than engaging in a full blown argument with him. A short while later we went back to eating. Thankfully, Grammy didn't stick to throwing shades at Spencer. “You didn't answer me. How did it happen?” Grammy presses for an answer. Once again. “He fell
“You knew it, didn't you?” Spencer drones around my ears, annoying me nonstop. When I decide he is annoying me beyond my limits for so long, I decide to turn around to face him, only to find him standing too close to me with a scrawl on his face. “How many times do I have to tell you that I didn't have any idea about it?” I reply through gritted teeth. He has been chewing my ears off after leaving the restaurant yesterday. It's no secret that he isn't on board with the idea of spending one week of vacation with me in France. Well, lucky for him, I'm not looking forward to it either. “Oh really?” He scoffs, his right hand on his hip, “You mean to say you magically cleaned out my schedule for one week for no particular reason? Do I look like a joke to you?” Damn it. How can I forget my own doings? Grammy tricked me. When she asked me to clear his schedule for a week, I should have realized she was up to something. “Well, for your information, Grammy told me she was planning a
I snatch the box from his hand before he can even blink and run towards another room to keep it there away from his observing eyes. “What was that?” Spencer asks as soon as I come back to the room, looking all serious. “Nothing.” I exclaim, trying to sound relaxed but my heart is pounding hard against my chest. He doesn't seem convinced. His hard eyes linger on mine, silently demanding to know the answer. Of course, he needs to know. He thinks he needs to know about everything. “It belongs to my mom, it's not mine so untangle your panty from the twist.” He doesn't react to my choice of words. “What was that, Willow?” He repeats himself, taking my first name now. Is that supposed to intimidate me? I can't just tell him everything just because he wants to know them. He has no right to press me for answers when I don't want to do so. “It's none of your business. So, how about you shut your mouth? Why do you even care?” My tone is sharp and mean as I face him to speak. Surprisingl
Spencer ignored me like a plague for the reminder of the day. He is a weird man to say the least, but I think I've figured him out to some extent and that makes me beyond happy. The sane part of my brain warns me about Spencer, calling him a stalker for stalking me on Instagram. Who knows if he stalks me in real life. But again, the insane part of my brain gets excited just by thinking about him finding me important enough to stalk. Yup, I'm a weird woman as well. “Yes, Owen. Yes, I'm flying business class.” I repeat whatever Owen says excitedly on the other side of the phone with a smile on my face. “Though your class is low, you are flying high.” He just has to poke fun at my name. “Shut up, asshole.” I rebuke him though I'm smiling from ear to ear. You see, I've never flown business class though it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. I've flown a few times only in my life time and never imagined of flying in business class. So, my excitement is justified. However, Owen's
“Don't worry.” Are the first words Spencer utter to me after the plane ride, leaving me confused. “Worry about what?” I ask, looking out through the window. Everything seems so unfamiliar that it makes me even more excited. Is it how it feels to visit another country for the first time? My mind keeps plotting all the things I can do. I've already researched about the country and have already picked out places to go, that is if Spencer lets me. “You know…” He struggles with his words, making me finally avert my attention at him. What it might be that is making him feel tongue-tied? I keep my eyes trailed on him, waiting for him to just say it. He has been quiet when we get into the car. I assume it's because he felt embarrassed because of what happened on the plane and I don't blame him. For the first time, I didn't try to be snarky and stopped myself from annoying the shit out of him. Even though I'm excited and want to talk till my throat feels parched, I keep quiet and let him d
I didn't plan out our trip to go this way. While I was prepared for embarrassing moments, moments where I would be ignored by Spencer and moments where I would sulk in my room. Did I prepare myself for a moment where I will find myself at a beach party with Spencer just a few hours after landing in France? Maybe I imagined something along the line. What makes the difference is that he is all over me. I'm a woman of virtue but when a man as hot as Spencer throws at me, I cannot stick to my virtue for long.“Do we really have to do it?” I ask him, feeling uncomfortable as I can feel a pair of eyes boring into me. I don't know how I should act around that man. But all I know is that Spencer is making it hard for me to hold myself back.“Sorry.” Spencer grunts, “Can't help it.” He sounds uncomfortable as well but his eyes tell another story. I can see a tint of lust swimming around his ocean blue eyes. He snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me closer as we move our hips to the sensu
With his lips on mine I felt like the happiest person in the world. And the horniest. His hands shoot towards my face as he deepens the kiss. For the time being I didn't care about my surroundings, I didn't notice Freddie's amused eyes watching us with a proud smile. All I care about is Spencer and his lips on mine. The kiss isn't gentle. He is tasting my lips like a savage and I let him do it gladly. It doesn't take me even a second to kiss him back with the same amount of desperation. When he bites my lips for an access to my mouth, I gladly grant him the permission as if I've been eager to do so for ages. Well, I'm not wrong. I've been wanting to do it since forever.His tongue roams around my mouth, tasting every corner of it. As he dominates my mouth, I grip his shoulders tightly, burying my nails in his clothes skin.From near distance, my ears pick up the sound of whistling. It's probably Freddie and his wife. No doubt we have made ourselves nothing short of an admirable public
“You are so tight.” He comments as he inserts the third finger into my vagina. Well, it's not my fault that I didn't have the time to get laid since I started working for him. Wish I could tell him that. He is so authoritative and domineering in the bedroom that my words die down in my throat. Not that I'm in any state to retort. My mind is wandering near heaven and hell. True to his promise, He is literally making me see stars and he just started. “Don't stop yourself from moaning, baby.” He commands, wiggling his fingers inside me. “I love listening to you. I love to hear how I make you feel.” He encourages.I wish my hands weren't tied up. I would love to grab the sheets with my fists. But not being able to hold onto something makes it more exciting. Spencer knew what he was doing. I grab his hair once again as he thrusts his fingers into me, loosening my hole. “Harder.” I demand, gripping his hair. He chuckles. “Feisty.” He comments, letting me keep my hand on his hair. I won'