Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Torment (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 2) by Kaycee Kline Page A

anything beyond him. Until they had no hope except death. Jesus, Emily!” he shouted, slamming his hands against the steering wheel. “He treated you just like those animals. And you’re fucking defending him. Him!” he shook his head in disgust.
    “Spencer, please,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face now.
    “No! I’m sorry, Emily but you need to hear this. Calvin raped you, threatened you, took you as a hostage, shackled you up in some hole in the ground, beat you bloody and was going to come back to finish the job after he killed me and you’re going to sit here and defend him? Un-fucking-believable.”
    I was sobbing uncontrollably now, unable to form a proper response.
    “I went through hell to get you out of there. I fought for hours on end and put up with his bullshit and all his threats, had a gun pointed in my fucking face, thinking I was dead, then thinking you were dead. And then when I finally found you and you were alive…all you could say to me was his name. Do you have any idea how that felt?” he asked, tears in his eyes as we pulled up to the gate at the end of his driveway and punched the entry code into the keypad. The gate opened and we drove through.
    I shook my head no. I didn’t have any idea how it felt and I was ashamed to admit that I hadn’t even really thought about it. It wasn’t like I had meant to hurt him, but that was no excuse. I had acted incredibly selfish during this whole situation and I had never once stopped to think about how Spencer had been affected by it. He had experienced just as much anguish and torment—just in a different way. I hung my head in shame. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, tears still silently streaming down my cheeks. “It’s just…I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Spencer. I feel so lost and broken,” I cried, burying my face in my hands.
    Spencer pulled up to the front of his mansion and put the SUV in park. Then, he turned to me and placed a strong, comforting hand on my back, caressing gently. He whispered, “Shh. Shh. Emily, it’s going to be okay. I promise. I’m sorry for upsetting you. I shouldn’t have yelled like that. I think we’ve both been through hell and back in the past two days and our emotions are just all over the place. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Please forgive me,” he pleaded, his voice soothing as it coaxed me back out of hiding.
    “There she is,” he said with a smile, touching me gently under my chin. “I love you, Emily Anne. And you’re not broken. We’re going to get through this. Together. I promise you, okay?”
    I nodded, sniffling and wiping at my nose, trying not to think about how awful I must look. “I love you, too,” I whispered.
    He kissed me on the top of my head and said, “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get this over with, okay? I’m sure you’re exhausted and ready for a shower and some sleep.”
    I looked up and noticed several cars in Spencer’s driveway. “Who are all these people?” I asked, confused.
    “Dr. Beck. And the nurse staff. They’re here to do your exam, remember?”
    “Oh, right,” my heart sank at the thought. I was nervous about what they’d find. What if I had broken bones—or worse, serious brain damage? With the way I’d been feeling, it wouldn’t surprise me, but I wondered…what would Spencer think of me? Would he still want to be with me if I had all these problems? He could have any girl he wanted. Why would he want damaged goods like me?
    As he made his way around the front of the SUV, I suddenly remembered what Calvin had told me: about a woman named Lauren who Spencer was supposedly married to before and how she’d looked just like me. How much truth was there to what he’d said? After all, he hadn’t been the most trustworthy source of information. But if he had been telling the truth, why hadn’t Spencer told me about her? Why was he keeping it a secret?
    Not to mention, if Calvin had been such a demented person and Spencer knew it, why