Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Torment (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 2) by Kaycee Kline Page B
Authors: Kaycee Kline
had he left me alone in the house with him the morning after our first date?
I wanted to believe in Spencer and his feelings for me, but I knew I couldn’t let my guard down just yet. Not when there were so many questions still left unanswered. I had to find out the truth—even if it meant I might not like it.
Chapter 13
Emily
The next morning, I woke up alone in Spencer’s bed, the sound of laughter echoing off the marble floor in the hallway and I was taken back to the morning after our first date—the morning that Calvin had stormed into Spencer’s bedroom and threatened me. I was frozen in fear, while simultaneously fighting the urge to run. I had to remind myself that Calvin was gone and he couldn’t hurt me—or Spencer—anymore.
But if it wasn’t Calvin, who was it? I rolled over and closed my eyes, focusing on my breath in order to calm myself down. When I opened them again, I saw a tray on the bedside table that had fresh flowers, some fruit and a giant carafe of water, along with a note that read:
Drink up, darling! Or else. ;)
Oh, and when you’re ready—meet me in the kitchen. I’ve got a surprise for you.
Xoxo,
Mr. Ford
I laughed at the excessive amount of water. Oh, Spencer. He had taken the doctor’s orders quite literally and it made me smile. Dr. Beck had informed me during my exam that I was severely dehydrated (duh!) and that if I didn’t consume my weight in water for the next few days I would have to be hooked up to an IV and pumped full of fluids.
Aside from the dehydration and bruising, he’d said that everything else looked normal. He had been happy to report that I didn’t have any broken bones, brain trauma, or any abnormalities that he could see—much to mine and Spencer’s relief. Dr. Beck had said I must have had a guardian angel watching over me.
He prescribed me lots and lots of rest, fluids, and sunshine and as a back-up, some mild painkillers.
When I asked him, ‘Why sunshine?’
He’d responded with a laugh, ‘Because…why not ?’
I couldn’t argue with that logic.
As I got up out of bed, I was shocked at how incredibly sore I was. My body felt like it had literally been placed inside of a washing machine on the spin cycle for twelve hours.
I sat up on the side of the bed and took a huge chug of water, downing half the carafe in one go. Then, I picked up the two pills Spencer had laid out for me and chugged those with the rest of the water. I felt sloshy, but I knew it was either that or the IV. And I sure as heck didn’t want to have the nurses come back, or worse go to the hospital.
Because I’d been in such good health, Spencer had allowed me the final decision of whether or not the nurses needed to stay and look after me. I’d decided no. I was just ready for some peace and quiet and alone time with Spencer. Plus, I didn’t like the feeling of having people I didn’t know hovering around, waiting on me hand and foot. It just felt weird.
So, as I got up to get dressed, I was a little annoyed with all the noise and I couldn’t believe Spencer had been so careless and rude. How dare he invite guests over when I was looking and feeling like this? Especially knowing that I needed all the rest I could get. I glanced at the clock: 1:15 p.m. Normally this would have been way past my wake-up time but considering I’d been sleep deprived for nearly twenty-four hours, everything I’d gone through and the fact that I didn’t get to bed until after 7 a.m. I was really dragging. The last thing I wanted to do was entertain other people.
I didn’t have any clothes with me and the clothes I’d been wearing the night before were ruined—most likely Spencer had thrown them out—so I had a mini panic attack over what I was going to wear. That is, until I saw the neatly folded stack of clothes that Spencer had laid out for me.
Why did he have to be so damn perfect? It made it incredibly hard to stay mad at him.
I walked over
I wanted to believe in Spencer and his feelings for me, but I knew I couldn’t let my guard down just yet. Not when there were so many questions still left unanswered. I had to find out the truth—even if it meant I might not like it.
Chapter 13
Emily
The next morning, I woke up alone in Spencer’s bed, the sound of laughter echoing off the marble floor in the hallway and I was taken back to the morning after our first date—the morning that Calvin had stormed into Spencer’s bedroom and threatened me. I was frozen in fear, while simultaneously fighting the urge to run. I had to remind myself that Calvin was gone and he couldn’t hurt me—or Spencer—anymore.
But if it wasn’t Calvin, who was it? I rolled over and closed my eyes, focusing on my breath in order to calm myself down. When I opened them again, I saw a tray on the bedside table that had fresh flowers, some fruit and a giant carafe of water, along with a note that read:
Drink up, darling! Or else. ;)
Oh, and when you’re ready—meet me in the kitchen. I’ve got a surprise for you.
Xoxo,
Mr. Ford
I laughed at the excessive amount of water. Oh, Spencer. He had taken the doctor’s orders quite literally and it made me smile. Dr. Beck had informed me during my exam that I was severely dehydrated (duh!) and that if I didn’t consume my weight in water for the next few days I would have to be hooked up to an IV and pumped full of fluids.
Aside from the dehydration and bruising, he’d said that everything else looked normal. He had been happy to report that I didn’t have any broken bones, brain trauma, or any abnormalities that he could see—much to mine and Spencer’s relief. Dr. Beck had said I must have had a guardian angel watching over me.
He prescribed me lots and lots of rest, fluids, and sunshine and as a back-up, some mild painkillers.
When I asked him, ‘Why sunshine?’
He’d responded with a laugh, ‘Because…why not ?’
I couldn’t argue with that logic.
As I got up out of bed, I was shocked at how incredibly sore I was. My body felt like it had literally been placed inside of a washing machine on the spin cycle for twelve hours.
I sat up on the side of the bed and took a huge chug of water, downing half the carafe in one go. Then, I picked up the two pills Spencer had laid out for me and chugged those with the rest of the water. I felt sloshy, but I knew it was either that or the IV. And I sure as heck didn’t want to have the nurses come back, or worse go to the hospital.
Because I’d been in such good health, Spencer had allowed me the final decision of whether or not the nurses needed to stay and look after me. I’d decided no. I was just ready for some peace and quiet and alone time with Spencer. Plus, I didn’t like the feeling of having people I didn’t know hovering around, waiting on me hand and foot. It just felt weird.
So, as I got up to get dressed, I was a little annoyed with all the noise and I couldn’t believe Spencer had been so careless and rude. How dare he invite guests over when I was looking and feeling like this? Especially knowing that I needed all the rest I could get. I glanced at the clock: 1:15 p.m. Normally this would have been way past my wake-up time but considering I’d been sleep deprived for nearly twenty-four hours, everything I’d gone through and the fact that I didn’t get to bed until after 7 a.m. I was really dragging. The last thing I wanted to do was entertain other people.
I didn’t have any clothes with me and the clothes I’d been wearing the night before were ruined—most likely Spencer had thrown them out—so I had a mini panic attack over what I was going to wear. That is, until I saw the neatly folded stack of clothes that Spencer had laid out for me.
Why did he have to be so damn perfect? It made it incredibly hard to stay mad at him.
I walked over
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