Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Obsession (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 1) (8 page)

              As the town car pulled up in the circular drive in front of Spencer's home, he turned to me and said, “Is everything okay, sweetheart? You've been so quiet since we came out of the restaurant.”

              I nodded, unable to shake the feeling of dread that had come over me at the restaurant. The thought had occurred to me that Calvin might be the mystery man who had pretended to be Spencer in order to sleep with me. The one that I had let
fuck
me. I started to feel queasy and I swayed back and forth about to fall over, before Spencer grabbed hold of me and steadied me.

              “Woah, there. What's going on? Are you sure you're okay?” Spencer asked, lowering his eyes to my level, looking at me with sincere concern.

              “I'm okay. I just...I think I need some rest,” I responded before I felt myself pass out.

*****

              I woke up an hour or so later in a luxuriously comfortable king size bed with a fluffy down comforter and gray silk sheets. I felt like I had arrived at the fanciest five star hotel that had ever been built, but as I looked around I realized that, no, this must be Spencer's bedroom.

              I breathed deeply into his linens taking in their crisp, clean scent—they matched Spencer in that way. I smiled and stretched a satisfied stretch.
Wow, it’s really dark in here,
I thought to myself, the only light coming from the glow of a lamp to the left of the bed.

              As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed my fancy gown that Bridget had loaned me was draped neatly over the chaise lounge near the lamp. The thought suddenly occurred to me that Spencer must have undressed me before putting me to bed and I blushed the brightest shade of red possible. After all, I wasn't wearing a bra. He must have seen everything. Even though it embarrassed me to know that Spencer had seen my breasts while I was sleeping, it also turned me on a little—okay,
a lot.

              I silently praised myself for deciding to wear my sexiest pair of panties tonight, otherwise this would have been a whole lot more awkward.
So if my dress was over there...what was I wearing?
I ducked my head underneath the covers and scanned my outfit. My heart melted when I saw that Spencer had dressed me in one of his plain white t-shirts and even a pair of what looked like old striped Rugby socks. They were so big on me that they came up to my knees.

              I smiled to myself and laid back in the bed. Spencer was the most thoughtful man I had ever met and I couldn't help but feel like I was still in some dream world. My smile was quick to fade, though, as the events from earlier in the day came flooding back to me. Although I wasn't one hundred percent certain, I had a bad feeling that Calvin was the mystery man who had taken advantage of me earlier. It was all just too coincidental for it not to be true—after all, that would explain why his voice sounded so familiar to me.

              Because of this new information, I was even more hesitant to bring it up to Spencer. If it was his
brother,
that would make the situation even worse between us and cause him to be even angrier at me. There was no way I could tell him now—it would ruin our relationship and I couldn't risk it. Calvin didn't deserve that power. And besides, he would be going back to Chicago before long and this would all be over.

             
I should go find Spencer,
I decided and climbed out of the giant bed, making my way to his bedroom door. I could hear soft piano music playing on the other side, the tune reminding me of my first day at Ford Enterprises.

              I opened the door as quietly as possible and tiptoed out into the darkened hallway, letting my hands be my guide. As I followed the sound of the music it led me to an opening at the top of a massive staircase. I peeked over the railing and saw a dim light being cast from whatever room was off to the right of what appeared to be an opulent foyer area.  The melody was much louder here as it bounced off the marble floor and traveled up to the vaulted ceiling, echoing in all different directions, the beauty of the song amplified.

              I continued down the staircase and made my way into a great room that had a glowing stone fireplace and candles scattered all around the room. And there, just visible in the glow of the light was Spencer, sitting at a large piano, completely lost in the music he was making.

              I propped myself up against the doorway, just out of his view and listened intently to the notes he was playing. The melody was sad and lilting and he played it with such passion that I knew it had to be an intimate part of him—a side that he kept hidden from the rest of the world.

              I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes as he played, and then, with a final tap of a key…it was all over. And all I could think was that whatever pain or hurt inside of him had prompted this song, well, I wanted to erase it all. I wanted to love him in a way he had never experienced and make up for all of the bad.

              I crossed the room slowly and without hesitation I pressed my body up against him, then gently wrapped my arms around his bare chest, resting my cheek on top of his head. Spencer must have changed after putting me to bed, because he was wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants and nothing else, the heat of his skin radiating through the thin t-shirt I had on, causing my heart to flutter.

              “Hello handsome,” I whispered against his hair, then leaned down to kiss his cheek. There were so many questions that I wanted to ask him about his family and why he had never mentioned them to me, but I thought better of it after his reaction to my questions earlier at the restaurant.

              “Hello beautiful,” he replied with a half-hearted smile, the glow of the firelight dancing upon his face. “Did you have a good nap?”

              “Mmhm,” I nodded. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

              Spencer reached back and grabbed my right hand, pulling me around in front of him. As I stood between his legs, he wrapped his strong arms around my body, hugging me to him, his face buried between my breasts. 

              “Oh, Emily,” he breathed and for a moment I thought he was going to cry. Instead, he ran his fingers underneath the hem of my t-shirt and groped my ass with his palms, breathing into my chest, his face still buried there. “I need you. Please,” he whimpered.

              My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed my guilt from earlier. No matter how hard it would be, I had to do this for him. I nodded and then replied, “Of course. Whatever you need,” as I ran my fingers through his light brown locks, attempting to soothe him. I hadn't ever seen Spencer so vulnerable and it broke my heart. In that moment I would have done whatever he'd asked me to do if it would take away even an ounce of his pain.

              Spencer pulled his face away from my chest and looked up at me, longing in his eyes. I felt his fingers tug at the waistband of my panties, gently sliding them down over my ass and thighs, the cool air licking at my pussy. I gasped softly at the unexpected sensation and this caused him to smile a full-on Spencer smile—the way that I was used to seeing him. He let my panties fall to the floor, then and he stood up, the hardness of his cock throbbing against my bare mound through the thin fabric of his flannel pants. He made a low moaning noise and picked me up by my ass as he kissed my neck, sucking and biting at my skin, making it clear how much he wanted, or rather, needed me.

              He held onto my head and in one gentle movement he laid me back on the roomy piano bench, my legs splayed open as far as they could go. Then, Spencer knelt in front of me and lowered his face to my pussy. I could feel his hot breath lapping at my skin and it caused me to writhe in excitement, which seemed to please him as he let out a small growl of a laugh.

              “Mmm, you smell divine,” he whispered. “Would you like for me to have a taste?” he asked playfully as I squirmed beneath him with want.

              “Yes. Please, Spencer,” I begged.

              And without hesitation, he dove face first into my wet slit, lapping and licking gently and forcefully all at once as if he had been without for decades. I moaned and panted, grinding my pussy against his warm, wet tongue as he massaged deep within me. Slowly, he pulled his tongue back out and swirled it lightly around my clit, causing waves of pleasure to shoot through me. I began to buck against his tongue, never wanting him to stop.

              In response, he grabbed hold of me underneath my ass and I wrapped my legs around his neck to prevent him from breaking contact. This caused him to laugh. “Mm. Do you want me to keep going, darling?” he asked playfully.

              “Yes,” I breathed, “Don't stop.”

              This must have been the confirmation he was looking for because he licked and sucked at my clit furiously, causing me to scream and writhe in waves of pleasure until I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. Spencer had no intentions of stopping, though, and only held onto me tighter, sucking and licking until I finally exploded in ecstasy, my nectar overflowing as he lapped every last drop up.

              I relaxed my legs and placed them on the floor, panting to catch my breath. “Oh, my God. That was amazing,” I breathed as I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him.

              Spencer stood up, towering above me and grinned as he stepped out of his flannel pajama pants, his hard cock springing to attention before me. “Oh, I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart,” he said devilishly.  And before I knew it, he had thrown me up over his shoulder and was carrying me back toward the staircase.

              I screamed and kicked playfully, acting as though I didn't want it, but he knew better.

              Once we got to the bedroom, he laid me down on the bed and then positioned himself on top of me, straddling my hips. “Let's get this off of you,” he said softly as he pulled the white t-shirt up over my head and tossed it to the floor, then pinned my wrists against the bed.

              “Mm. Much better,” he said, biting his lip as he drank in the sight of my breasts. “I've been waiting to see them again ever since I undressed you for bed earlier,” he purred into my ear. The thought of him touching my body while I slept turned me on so much I couldn't help but grind against his hard cock, dripping with need and I let out a moan of pleasure at the thought.

              “You're a dirty girl, aren't you, Emily Anne?” Spencer said, intrigued at the idea as he studied my face for confirmation. “Yes, we're going to get along just fine.”

              He watched my face as he rubbed his cock against my slit, moaning at how wet it was. Then, without warning, he shoved every last inch of it inside of my pussy, thrusting in and out, massaging me deep inside.

              “Oh, Spencer,” I gasped, unable to keep from meeting his thrusts with my own, which only caused him to pulse harder and deeper.

              “Does it feel good, baby?” he asked with a smile as he gripped my ass, pounding into me harder and harder.

              As the intensity continued to build I screamed, “Yes! Your cock feels so good inside of me. Oh, God.”

              Spencer moaned and continued to pound into me, so hard that I thought I might be ripped in half, but just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt him explode deep inside of me, emptying every last drop of his load into my pussy.

              Spencer collapsed on top of me in exhaustion and kissed my cheek and then all down my neck. He whispered into my ear, “Emily, you feel so good to me. I don't know how I've survived on this Earth for so long without you.”

              His words caused a shiver to go down my spine and I wondered if I had made a mistake. As much as I cared for Spencer and I couldn't imagine my life without him anymore, I didn't want to go down the same road filled with lies that I had gone down before. He deserved to know the truth.

              I took a deep breath and prepared for the worst, “Spencer...there's something I need to tell you.”

              “What is it, sweetheart?” Spencer asked with concern, sitting up in the bed to get a better look at me.

              In that moment, no matter how much I wanted to tell him the truth, the look in his eyes made it impossible. I knew I wouldn't be able to get it out. There was no way I could break his heart like that.

              “I'm still not sure if I can be your slutty assistant,” I lied. Although it was only a partial lie, because I
was
conflicted about the whole ordeal.

              “Oh, Emily. I wish you wouldn't call it that,” he sighed. “Besides, how many times do I have to reassure you that it’s more than just sex with you? I want
you
in my life. In whatever way you’ll have me. Besides, you’ll have some actual work assignments that will be due each week. You'll really be helping me out. In more ways than one,” he winked.

              I sighed, “Spencer, please. I just feel uncomfortable being paid to have sex with you. I really care about you and I don't like having it be about the money. I'm just not that kind of girl.”

              “Well, your performance earlier said otherwise,” he grinned. I shot him a glaring look and he said, “What? I'm sorry, but you
are
a dirty girl. And I mean that in the best way possible.”

              I punched him playfully and fake pouted, hiding my head under the covers. “Oh, come on now,” he coaxed, tugging the covers away from my face. “You know I'm only joking. Except about the sex goddess, thing. We need to work on opening you up to your sexuality. There's no need to be ashamed of your abilities. Honestly, I haven't came like that in ages,” he said, tracing his fingers along my cheek.

              I blushed and had an urge to hide my face under the covers, but suppressed it because I didn't want to prove him right:
I was sexually open. Talking about sex wasn't awkward at all for me,
I scoffed silently to myself. My facial expression must have given me away, though, because Spencer laughed and touched the middle of my forehead between my eyes.

              “You're working awfully hard there. No need to get upset, love,” he kissed my forehead. “All of this can be decided another day. Let's just enjoy one another's company for now, okay? No pressure.”

              I nodded and smiled at him, “Okay.”

              “That's my girl. Now let's get some sleep. We've got a big day ahead of us,” he grinned.

              “Spencer,” I groaned. “What is it now? You can't keep spoiling me.”

              “And why can't I?” he challenged.

              “Because I'm going to get used to it,” I giggled.

              He laughed and started kissing me all over, “Good. You should be used to being spoiled. But for now: sleep,” he commanded and he got up and switched the lamp off, enveloping the room in complete darkness.

              “Yes, sir,” I mocked.

              “You better be careful or I'll have to put you in your place again, Miss Prescott,” he warned, climbing back into bed.

              I giggled and I felt him kiss my lips, “Goodnight. Sweet dreams,” he said.

              As Spencer drifted off to sleep beside me, I couldn't help but lay there and think about how much I didn't deserve to be here. In his bed, in such a beautiful home, wrapped in his warmth. And as I fell asleep, in that moment, all I could think was that I hated Calvin for what he had done to me and I was going to expose him for the sick and twisted human being he was, even if that meant losing Spencer.

*****

              The next morning I awoke to the sound of clambering in the kitchen—it sounded like pots and pans were being rifled through and as I came around the landing at the top of the stairs I heard two distinct male voices. They both sounded very Spencer-ish, but that didn't make sense. In my morning brain fog it took me a moment before I realized,
Oh no. Calvin.

             
He must have been making good on Spencer's offer to hang out. This soon?
That's kind of odd,
I thought to myself.
For someone who has so many friends, you'd think he'd have something better to do.

              I trudged back to Spencer's bedroom feeling defeated and angry that Calvin could treat me the way that he did and then continue to rub it in my face. He was truly a psychopath and I couldn't believe that he had Spencer fooled.
Who does something like that to their own brother?

              I climbed back in bed and simply laid there, wanting to avoid Calvin at all costs. Unfortunately, my wish was denied when I heard the bedroom door open and then shut quietly. “Are we alone now?” I groaned to Spencer.

              “Oh, come on, Sweetheart. Do you hate me that much?” a familiar voice taunted.

              The hairs on my arms stood up and I sprang out of bed, pulling the blanket up around me as tight as I could. I was still only wearing Spencer's nearly see-through white t-shirt with nothing else and I sure as heck didn't want Calvin to see me like this. Not ever again.

              “Get. Out!” I spat at him, setting my jaw tight to show I was serious.

              “Oooh. Me-ow! Someone's feeling a little feisty,” he replied with a devilish grin as he came closer and closer to the bed.

              “Get the fuck out before I scream at the top of my lungs for Spencer! I swear I'll do it,” I threatened.

              Calvin just tipped his head back and let out a deep, bellowing laugh. “Oh, I've no doubt you would do that. However, Spencer is no longer here. He had to step out for a bit, my dear. But you shouldn't worry. I told him I'd stick around to keep you company until his return,” he grinned, coming even closer until he was only a few feet from the bed.

              My heart sank in my chest and I started to feel sick. Why would Spencer leave me all alone with him? What was so important?
My lower lip started to tremble, signaling an impending breakdown. “What do you want from me?” I croaked, feeling defeated and hopeless. Maybe this was karma's payback for the way I handled the situation with John. Maybe this is what I deserved.

              “Oh, sweetheart. I don't want anything from you. I've already gotten what I needed. And from the looks of it, so has Spencer,” he laughed and then sat on the edge of the bed. Calvin reached out and touched my cheek as he stared into my eyes. I spat at him and slapped his hand away.

              In one swift motion he flung himself on top of me with all his might and straddled my torso as he wrapped both hands around my throat, pinning me to the bed.

              “You better watch yourself, you fucking bitch. Because if I wanted to, I could take whatever I wanted from you and you wouldn't be able to do a single fucking thing about it,” he threatened.

              I slapped and clawed at his hands, trying to remove them from my neck, but he was too strong. There was no way I was going to be able to escape unless he wanted me to and he wasn't letting up. I gasped for air, unable to breathe and I started to feel lightheaded. I knew I was on the verge of passing out, but fighting it was useless—there was nothing I could do.

              Just as I had resigned myself to possibly dying right here in Spencer's bed at the hands of his brother...Calvin was suddenly gone.

              As I regained my oxygen and blood supply back to my brain, I sat up in the bed scanning the room to be sure he was really gone. My eyes darted to every corner, but there was no sign of him.

              I jumped up out of the bed as fast as I could and gathered my things. I didn't know where Calvin had gone or why, but he could come back at any moment and I wasn't going to stick around to find out when—especially since Spencer was gone.

              Luckily, Bridget had talked me into packing an overnight bag to bring to Spencer's so I had some normal clothes to change into. I put on my jeans and t-shirt and tennis shoes and grabbed my purse. Unfortunately Bridget's gown would have to be picked up some other time because I had no way of carrying it on foot.

              I dialed Bridget's number as I ran down the staircase, taking the steps two at a time as I tried to keep an eye out for Calvin just in case he hadn't left.

              Finally, on the fifth ring Bridget picked up. She sounded groggy and I prayed that she would be coherent enough to come get me after what sounded like a long night of partying. “Hello?” she groaned, sounding confused.

              “Bridge, please! You've got to come get me. I don't have time to explain, but it's urgent—as in 911 urgent. I'm at Spencer's. He lives on Sunset Drive. I'll text you the address, just get here as soon as you possibly can!” I blurted out and hung up before she could protest or ask questions.

              I quickly texted her the exact address and ran out to the driveway, praying that she would get here before Calvin had a chance to come out of the woodwork.

              I looked around the driveway and I didn't see any cars.
That's a good sign,
I thought to myself.
No cars, probably means no Calvin.
But I shivered anyway at the thought of him watching me from the bushes, just waiting to attack. Damn my overactive imagination.

              I was filled with anxiety as I waited for Bridget to show up, so I walked to the end of Spencer’s long driveway to wait for her there. After all, you had to have an access card to get through the gates, so Bridget wouldn't have been able to pull up to the house anyway.

              After what seemed like hours, I finally saw her silver Mercedes crest the hill and pull up to the gate. I ran as fast as I could out of there and jumped into the passenger seat of her car.

              As I slammed the door shut behind me she screamed, “What the hell, Em! What is going
on?
”

              “I'll explain everything, just go! Please!” I begged as Bridget hit the gas and we took off back down the hill toward Crystal Cove. Now that I was in the safety of Bridget's car I felt like I could finally breathe and I laid my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes, tears threatening to spill over again.

              After a few minutes of silence, I could feel Bridget's worry radiating throughout the car. I couldn't put it off any longer: I had to tell Bridget the truth. About Spencer and his dark desires, about being hired to be his office slut, about being raped by Calvin and not being able to tell Spencer and now what happened today. I couldn't keep it in any longer—and so, I told her. Every. Single. Thing.