Chapter 3

3.

It wasn't until Vicky's fingers grazed the edge of his abs that Spencer finally grabbed her wrist. "Vicky, that's enough," he said, his voice low.

Vicky giggled, leaning close to his ear. "What's wrong? Afraid Sarah will see? Scared your little Cinderella will leave you? So the great Spencer Sterling does have a weakness after all."

Spencer casually pushed her away and straightened his shirt. "Why would I be scared of her?" he said coolly. "It's not like I'm going to marry her anyway."

He sat up, finally looking at me standing just a few feet away.

The air turned to ice. A flicker of surprise crossed his face before his lips tightened into a thin line.

I forced a deep breath. "Sorry to interrupt your… private time."

Spencer stood up, his voice flat as he explained, "Don't get the wrong idea. It's not what you think."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "The wrong idea? I saw it with my own eyes. If this isn't crossing a line, then can I bring a random guy home and sit on his lap, too?"

Spencer's face darkened instantly. "That's enough, Sarah! There's nothing going on between me and Vicky. And don't you dare use this against me―she's not like you. She was raised right. She doesn't just climb into any man's bed and scream another man's name!"

His words hit me like a physical slap.

My throat tightened, and I couldn't say a word. In that single moment, all the strength drained out of my body.

I turned and walked out. Spencer didn't follow me.

I stood alone on a brightly lit New York street, watching the taxis rush by, feeling like a ghost with nowhere to go.