Spencer King has everything-except the one thing he truly wants.
As the head of a multi-million dollar empire, Spencer enjoys power, prestige, and a stunning view of New York City. But behind the success lies a lingering ache-he's alone. The woman h...
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BROOKLYN
My eyes flutter open to the soft glow of morning light streaming through sheer white curtains. The sun is far too enthusiastic today for how I'm feeling. I groan and turn my head, trying to shield myself from the brightness. But as I roll over, my body presses against something solid.
Something warm. Something very male.
Panic blooms in my chest.
I freeze.
Please don't be what I think it is.
Slowly—too slowly—I lift the sheet and peek underneath, hoping, praying that I'm still dreaming.
Nope.
I'm naked. Fully, completely naked. And so is Spencer.
Oh God.
I suck in a shaky breath and turn to look at him. He's fast asleep, hair tousled against the pillow, lips slightly parted, one arm sprawled across the bed like he doesn't have a care in the world.
And I? I'm about to throw up.
I slide out of the bed as quietly as I can, cringing with every creak of the floorboard. My clothes are scattered across the room like confetti after a parade, and I scramble to pull them back on. My hands tremble as I shove my phone into my pocket and tiptoe toward the door.
But then something makes me stop.
I glance back.
There's something about Spencer lying there in the morning light that softens me. His features are relaxed, boyish even. The faint stubble on his jaw casts light shadows across his skin. He looks peaceful. Gentle. The opposite of how my life feels right now.
My fingers twitch at my side before I give in and brush them across his cheek, letting the tips graze his scruff. He doesn't stir, but I see him smile faintly in his sleep.
I almost don't want to leave.
But I have to.
My phone buzzes twice in a row and jolts me out of whatever spell I was under. I bolt from the room like I've committed a crime—and maybe I have. A crime of the heart. A betrayal of someone I swore to love forever.
I barely make it to the hallway before I check the texts.
Tori: Grayson and I are over.
Tori: I just did something very stupid. Where are you?
I slam the apartment door behind me and rush down the stairs, my heart pounding with guilt and confusion.
What the hell am I going to tell her?
"Oh hey, I was just out cheating on my fiancé with my ex I still might be in love with. Nothing major."
