Spencer’s eyes flick up to Milo over my shoulder and the look he gives him is nearly enough to chill me to the bones, but it doesn’t hold that same deadliness that Colton’s glare does. “Fuck off, Milo.”
Milo scoffs. “Yeah, right. Like I’m about to leave her with you.”
Spencer rolls his eyes and as they drop back to mine, I can’t help but take him in. He’s just as charmingly attractive as the rest of the guys around here but there’s a certain level of douchiness to him, and I can’t work out if it’s there because he’s team Colton or if the guy is simply just a dick. What I do know is that he has some wicked jawline action going on, mixed with his mousy brown hair and tall, ripped frame, I don’t doubt that he’s a heartbreaker. You can just tell he’s all about the games.
“Well, well,” he says, pursing his lips into a smug grin. “If it isn’t the illegitimate love-child of Charles Carrington.”
Okay. I was expecting all sorts of shit to come from today but I can guarantee that wasn’t one of them. My mouth drops open. “Excuse me?”
His brow shoots up. “Oh, you’re going to take the denial route. That’s cool. I had you pegged as a tough bitch who’d face it front on. Apparently not.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I’m no one’s love-child.”
Spencer scoffs, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “You know, I always took Charles for being the clean-cut type, but your mom must really have something special about her to get him to admit to your existence and move you in. No wonder Colt has his panties in such a twist. I’d have the shits too if my inheritance just got reduced by billions. It’s bad enough he has to share it with his bitch twin sisters, but now you too.”
All I can do is stare. “Did Colton say that?”
Spencer laughs as people start to crowd around, wanting to know exactly what’s going on so they can run home to their country club mothers and tell them all about it. This bullshit is going to spread far and wide.
He shakes his head. “As if he’d admit to that. He didn’t have to tell me, it’s fucking obvious. Why else would Charles move you into his home? Carrington has strict rules about fraternizing with the staff and though Colton calls you the help, we all know it ain’t true. You’re staying in the main house, aren’t you? If you were ‘the help’ you’d be out back with the rest of the leeches.”
I hardly have a second to respond before he continues. “Did you get the DNA results back yet?” he questions before shaking his head at himself. “Obviously. Charles wouldn’t have moved you in if he hadn’t, right? Fuck. No wonder Colt’s been so fucking pissy. This is hilarious.”
“Dude,” Milo cuts in, but Spencer is on a roll.
“You know,” he says, leaning in closer, his eyes becoming hooded as he looks me up and down, laying on the charm way too thick. “Charles Carrington has an empire bigger than anyone else on this side of the country, just your inheritance alone is going to outweigh any one of the pricks here. You and I could make a deal. I know you're trailer trash but stick with me and I can make you a presentable young woman of society. We could get hitched and combined with my inheritance, we’d be unstoppable.”
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
I laugh at him, loving how his eyes darken at my mockery. “You’ve got to be kidding, right? You know, I really am just the help. At least my mom is. We’re just waiting for the old live-in to move out of the pool house.”
“Yeah, right. Like I’d believe that.” Spencer laughs, taking a step back with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his expensive uniform slacks. He winks and it’s lethal. “Offer still stands, babe, but if I were you, I’d be taking on the Carrington name. It’ll open all sorts of doors.”
With that, he walks away, taking his confidence with him, a confidence that is so strong that it has me questioning my sanity. His theory makes sense but it couldn't be true. Why else would Charles have gone to this effort though?
I spy Colton down the end of the hallway, and as if sensing my gaze his eyes snap to mine, a deadly glare full of hatred. Maybe