Romans & histoires Mrspencer

“Laura?” “I’m there, okay! I am in position!” she shouted, so that everyone could hear her. The rest of the team was sending so many irrelevant, nonsensical statements now, it was hard for Aaron to communicate at all. “I’m the pretty princess. Look at my sparkly dress,” Morris said. “Who’s the turkey now? I repeat, who is the turkey now!” Nelly demanded. Another New York team member added, “Four. Four foot six.” “What the hell is she doing?” Elliott asked.

The assistant opened a door at the back of the atelier, and there she was: Madame Alice, a woman in her forties with sleek black hair in a perfect bun, wearing a black suit that screamed money. She stood up from her chair, her sharp blue eyes sizing me up with a smile that didn’t reach them. “Cassandra, I presume? And… Beckie, right?” she said, her voice all smooth but with an edge that made me frown. “What a pleasure to meet you both.” I was about to thank her when she cut me off. “Did you know I’m Spencer’s sister and Connor’s wife?” She paused, her smile turning razor-sharp, almost mocking. “So it’s an extra special pleasure to meet the two sluts who’ve been wrecking their marriages.”

Or two in this case. Spencer: A bribe. I didn't want you changing your mind about being my plus one. I know it's something you can do last moment. Spencer: The dresses are from Celine Noir. You'll owe me big if you don't come. I bit back a laugh at how ridiculous he sounded. Me: I'll mail them back to you tomorrow. Spencer: Unfortunately, it's not refundable, darling. And it's made for you alone. The smile I was fighting finally slipped out. I sank back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My phone hovered above my face as his next text popped up.

At that very moment, the little television screen in the waiting room was broadcasting a livestream of Nextronics' product launch. Nextronics was a company that rose steadily to fame over the past few years, not only because it boasted an impressive array of state-of-the-art digital devices, but also because of its handsome, intelligent, and incredibly wealthy CEO. The very same man who Nikki was so lucky to marry. Spencer Ford was the epitome of the perfect man— He was loving and devoted to his wife, much to the envy of women everywhere.

Spider explained but my eyes were already on the file, my brows creasing together as I stared at one information to another Hazel Williams, twenty-eight years old, owns a boutique here in NYC. My hand dug into my scalp as I read her information one after the other, my eyes shifting to another ID of her that Spider must have gotten, she looked way older here with dark brown hair, cascading down her shoulder. She was not on glasses right here but you could tell it was the same person on the previous ID

Her clothes were a fashion nightmare of clashing colors and patterns. Naomi took a few seconds to admire the other woman’s fearless sense of ‘who-the-hell-cares-about-matching-anyway?’. Mirrie worked as a barista at the trendy café around the corner, and she was the most toned-down of all the staff. The owner, Spider, had most of his face tattooed with an enormous spider web, which freaked out unsuspecting customers on the regular, until they saw his kindness and humor. Mirrie was exactly like that, actually: shocking and bizarre, until you got past it all and saw her genuine desire to help others.

The worker settled on green, blue and a blue based purple, she directed us towards the colour she meant before leaving us alone or browse and try things on. Spencer, ever predictable, went straight to the green section. Then again, I was equally predictable and went to the blue section. There was a particular dusty blue fabric dress catching my eye. I pulled it off the rail and I could picture Spencer wearing it. The fabric was stretchy and figure hugging but not too tight, floor length with a high back so she didn’t need to worry about people seeing her scars. The front was a cowl neckline with thick straps on the shoulders. It was simple but could make Spencer shine, with her being small t

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

“What are you doing – look where you are.” “Right, the humans around us – I thought I smelt the wolf again.” I send back to him The lift opens before he can question me more, and a slight man with brown hair and friendly blue eyes exists and smiles. “Mr Reuel, Mr Spencer and Mr Wallace?” “Anders Reuel, this is Colin Spencer, er – Jamie Wallace was unable to join us today, so this is Zale Ryker, our CEO filling in for him.” Anders steps forward shaking the man’s hand with a friendly expression plastered on his face. His golden boy look as I call it.

I boomed. I walk out of the entrance, to the porch, find Sabrina, Moira, and a young man behind them. Moira ran to hug me, and my anger estinguished just as fast. Then my gaze turned to the boy as his eyes shifted to mine. The air around him visibly thicker with the strong aura he leaked, any completed wolf will easily realize that he is an alpha. "Pop, this is Drake," said Moira. The boy took few step forward and hold my hand to me. I shake that strong grip. "Good afternoon Mr. Stephan, I'm Drake Lockhart. Moira's mate."