Page 23 of Viral Affair

I was relieved when she left. I needed to pull myself together. Veronica was messing around with my head. Spencer looked like a proper Prime Minister behind the wooden desk. The fucker was handsome, and he knew it.

“Are you all right there? Maybe you should see a doctor?” he asked, leaning backwards. “I don’t play the matchmaker—that’s Mum’s job. Why don’t you ask her to set you up with someone? She probably has women lined up for you already.”

“I don’t want to get Mum involved. I need you to set me up with someone from this office. Veronica is messing around with my head. Fuck, I think I’m going to lose my mind,” I admitted.

As expected, Spencer seemed shocked because I never acted this way. I didn’t share shit like this with him. We were close but never talked about our feelings with each other. We just weren’t cut out for this kind of thing. He parted his lips to say something, but he didn’t.

“I messed around with her client list and then I followed her to Paris, despite the fact that I should have been working.”

“That’s certainly fucked-up, but since we’re sharing, then hear me out. I fingered Laura in the back room that night in the club and I’ve been wanking myself like crazy since that night. I’m walking with permanent blue balls. I can’t stop thinking about my fucking nanny,” he revealed, then exhaled sharply like he’d just shared a huge secret with me.

I shook my head. So Spencer had a thing for his nanny.

“I fucked Veronica ten ways till Sunday. She was the best lay I ever had,” I admitted, unsure where all this was even coming from. “We need to do something about it.”

“All right, I’ll set you up with someone, and I’ll tell Jeremy to get me a date,” Spencer suggested.

I smiled. This wasn’t a solution, but at least it would be a step forward. Most of all, I couldn’t fucking believe we were sharing such intimate details with each other. This was a breakthrough.

“Fine, but no one will know about this, otherwise I will ruin you,” I warned him.

He smirked.

“You can’t ruin me, I’m the PM, remember?” He linked his hands at the back of his head.

“Tomato … tomato, brother. Let’s make a deal,” I muttered, and then we shook hands.

I couldn’t bloody believe that this was happening for real, but Spencer was right. This was the solution for now, to keep Veronica out of my head.

After I left Spencer’s office, I went over to see Rowan. I couldn’t avoid him forever, and he’d already called me. I knew what he wanted to discuss, and there was no point in delaying this further. I had to speak to him to clear the air. My driver took me to the club. I stepped out and took a few deep breaths, then started walking to go see my business partner.

As usual, he was upstairs, so I headed over to him. He smiled when he saw me.

“We had a great weekend. The clients were pleased, and the girls earned some big money,” he announced.

His words caught me off guard. Matthews didn’t seem annoyed whatsoever, which was bizarre. I was expecting a lecture from him at the least, but he was calm.

“What’s up, Rupert?”

“Nothing, nothing much, why?” I wondered why he didn’t ask any questions about Veronica.

He’d told me to stay away from her clients, although I hadn’t listened and managed to change a few things through our booking system after I’d charmed one of the girls who was our admin. Maybe Veronica didn’t tell him anything. She knew this would cause me a lot of problems, so maybe she’d kept it quiet.

Rowan’s green eyes studied me intensely, and I held my breath. This obsession with Veronica needed to end fast, otherwise it would cause problems for me. Spencer was going to come through on his promise, and once I was on a date with the right woman, Veronica would become a distant memory.

“You seem not like yourself since you came in. Tell me what happened?” He chewed the top of the pen.

I sat next to him and looked through all the reports. We were both reinvesting a lot of money lately to put into discreet advertising.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” I lied, because I was fucking too embarrassed to say anything else.

“It’s about Veronica, right? Apparently, she had a great weekend with that older client. He wants to book her again. It seemed that your matching skills are working out for the best,” Rowan explained.

I nodded, still thinking how strange it was that Veronica had kept it all quiet. Maybe she was planning to bury me another way.

“Good to hear. Have a look at those figures?” I wanted to instantly change the subject. I needed to get my head straight and simply fuck someone else, even after the first date. I’d done this shit many times before, but lately I’d felt out of practice ever since my mystery girl had come back into the picture. We both knew this couldn’t go anywhere, at least while she continued to work in the club, and I wasn’t prepared to share her with all these rich fuckers.

I headed home around five. The traffic at that time was a nightmare. I scrolled through my contacts, wondering if any of the women I used to see would be suitable. Angelica Mason, Ava Darrow, Cath Pickard. I kept moving my finger over Ramona. I remembered she was wild in bed, but we’d never been out on a date. I didn’t even know if we were going to be compatible. Then the voice inside my head reminded me to wait for Spencer. He was going to come through on his promise.

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