Page 26 of Number 10 Affair

“I get laid regularly. I thought James told you. It’s not like I'm celibate,” I muttered, even though I hadn’t been able to fuck like I used to, all because of my mouthy nanny. “Also, you know I can’t hang out in the main area. You can do whatever you please, of course.”

He studied me for a long moment, his lips curving in a lazy smile.

“Yes, he told me you like using Emperor. Famous head of state uses an escort,” he mocked, then glanced at his phone.

I wanted to laugh when I noticed he was browsing through TikTok. But then, at one point, his expression changed, his brows furrowed as he narrowed his eyes at the screen.

“What the fuck?”

“What? What’s going on?”

“It’s this girl from two years ago, the one I fucked in Greece. Valerie. She posted the video of us dancing. Shit, it’s definitely her,” he explained. “I think her real name is Veronica, not Valerie.”

I glanced at the video. Indeed, a red-haired girl seemed oddly familiar. Rupert was walking past her then stopped and stared at her, positively smitten. He’d mentioned her before, telling everyone that it had been the best lay of his life, but then the girl vanished. Apparently, he never knew her full name.

“So, is she looking for you or something?” I asked.

His face turned suddenly angry.

“Doesn’t fucking matter. I need to get in there and fuck a blonde tonight to get a certain redhead out of my head.”

“You don’t look so good. Are you sure you want to go in?” I asked, wondering what had scared him off. As far as I knew, he didn’t date, just like me, and everyone in London knew him as a notorious womaniser.

“Yes, come on. Let’s have fun, brother,” he stated.

“I don’t think so,” I insisted.

“Oh, come on. These brick walls here will be with you at all times.” He motioned at my security guys, who kept on impassive expressions. “Put on those sunglasses I gave you,” he added.

“That would make me look like an idiot.”

“Well, what’s new, brother?” He guffawed, the arsehole.

Sighing, I motioned to my bodyguards, and we all strode down a long corridor, the loud music heavy in the background.

The space was impressive. Everything screamed luxury. There were people everywhere, but it wasn’t too crowded. I put on those damned stupid sunglasses, hoping I wasn’t doing the most asinine thing ever.

Rupert headed straight to the first floor where another VIP section was located, this one not completely secluded. James and Matthews were already seated on the large leather sofa, talking when we approached.

“Whoa, I think my eyes are misleading me. This can’t be the one and only Spencer Banks.” Matthews grinned as I sat next to him.

An attractive blonde showed up by our table. “What can I get you?” she asked.

“The best whiskey you have for all of us,” I said.

She smiled and then walked away to get my order. A minute later, I glanced at my phone. Laura was calling me, which was strange, because she never had before.

“What’s wrong with you, Laura?” I asked, the second the call connected.

“Spencer, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to call youuu.”

She slurred down her words, and I could barely hear her. She must have been out in a club.

“Are you fucking drunk, Laura?” I asked, not hiding my anger.

“A little. I’m a bit sad that Veronica is dancing with a cute guy and I’m all alone.”

I gripped the phone tighter while my brothers were talking to Matthews.

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