CHAPTER 3: Hickeys

Monica slowly opened her eyes and stirred around the bright room. She suddenly sits up and flung the bedsheets off her body, then a sigh escapes her lips when she finds her clothes to be intact.

She glanced round the unfamiliar room, then shot out of bed, blinking rapidly. Did she follow a stranger back home? She began to wonder. All she could remember was trying to drown her sorrows in alcohol after the love of her life cheated on her. She didn't feel messed with.

She picked up her shoes and quietly crept to the door, then peeked out. She couldn't help but admire the luxurious apartment. Her heart hammered against her chest as she couldn't find her phone.

She hurried back into the room but couldn't find the phone anyway. She didn't want to meet the person that brought her back, but she had to find her phone so she went downstairs as quietly as she could. 

She stood when she reached the bottom stairs and heard someone humming inside. She followed the sound and found herself peeking inside a luxurious kitchen.

Her heart paused when she caught sight of a half-naked man flipping pancakes inside the kitchen. He looked gorgeous even from the back view, with tan skin and an athletic body. He was like the less exaggerated version of her soon-to-be ex-husband.

As if he sensed her presence, he glanced back and a smirk crept over his lips as he noticed her nervous look.

"Good morning, Monica." He greeted and turned off the cooker.

Monica stumbled back as her eyes took in his features: blonde hair, gorgeous gray eyes and a devilish smile. She felt suffocated. This couldn't happen to her. Anyone but not him.

"Spencer?'' She muttered with a nervous look.

"Hello, Sister-in-law," he murmured.

"Fuck no! What happened? How did I end up with you? We did not do anything last night, right? I couldn't have followed you? Not you! Oh God! I can't remember anything!" She rambled on as her breathing escalated. She panicked. She got cheated on by her husband and her sister and she ended up on his half brother's bed.

He hurried to her side, "Would you calm down.? You got drunk and slept outside the bar, so I took you back to my place," he explained as he gave her an icy glare.

Monica gave him a skeptical look. After she got engaged to Liam, his half-brother was accused of starting a fire at the family house that killed their grandfather. He was sent out of the country by his parents. His name always makes conversations awkward. Not only was he a child of a mistress, he killed his qgrandfather for inheritance.

Monica swallowed nothing. "We didn't do anything, right?" She whispered.

His eyes drifted to her neck, and he swallowed, "Well..."

Her eyes widened, and she ran to the window to check her reflection. A shocking gasp escaped her lips. Wild hickeys filled her neck.

She stomped back to him and slapped him across the face, "I thought you said nothing happened. How dare you touch me." She shrieked in horror.

Spencer lifted his face at her. His eyes wandered towards her neck, "Touch you? You threw yourself at me, kissed me without permission and fucking gave me a hardon, but I didn't fuck you, don't I deserve an award, Monica"He kept moving close as she took several steps back till her back met the wall.

"Spencer! You are too close." She whispered as he had her pinned against the wall. She sucked in a breath as his fingers began trailing the hickey on her neck.

"Aren't you going to reward me, Monica?" His face was incredibly close to her lips as he then naughtily wrapped his hands around her waist. 

She shivered, "Move away, Spencer." She tensed when she felt his warmth sipping past her silky dress and onto her body, "I'm your brother's wife.''

"Half brother,"Spencer corrected.

"What is the difference: You shouldn't cross a line,"she warned.

He smirked as his fingers wandered further up her body. "He cheated on you with your sister. "What's a better way of taking revenge than hooking up with his brother, huh?" He whispered the last part as his eyes trailed hot and gazed down her body.

Monica's face flushed and shivers escaped her lips. She wouldn't have felt so guilty for getting turned on by his crazy words if the man in front of her wasn't her husband's outcast brother.

"I would never scoop so low, Spencer." Monica managed to push him off, "Where's my phone?"

"We need to talk, Monica." He tried to touch her hand but she jerked back. A bitter smile crept on his lips. He was used to being treated that way. It has been three years but everyone in the family still looks at him with the same fear and disgust.

"I didn't kill my grandfather. I didn't start that fire." He tried touching her but she shrieked back.

Monica glanced around and spotted her phone charging in the corner. She unplugged her phone and hurried to leave.

"Monica, listen to me," he yelled. She stumbled in fright.

"Spencer, stop! I don't have anything against you and if you need to prove your innocence, go to the police." She mumbled and left his house. 

She hailed a taxi and decided to go back home. She didn't want to see her husband or sister, but she needed to talk to them eventually. 

After a half-an-hour drive, she climbed into the mansion. Her mouth dries as the memories flooded back in. She stepped into the living room and her eyes widened in shock.

"What the hell, Spencer! What are you doing here?" She gasped in horror.

He stood and gave her a devilish smile. "We sinned; I came to ask for mercy."