Spencer James moves from the comfort of his own home to chase his dream of becoming an actor. Along the way, he meets people that will change his life; Some for the better. Others for the worse. It's all up to him to decide which is which.
I snatch my heels off as I reach the parking garage of our apartment.
Today has been a long, but productive, day. Pilar and I got done this month's issue for the magazine and we secured two new advertisements for next months issue.
As I wait for the elevator, I check my phone and see a text message from Ryan.
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My jaw drops at the news and my worry skyrockets as I dial Spencer's number.
"What the fuck?" I say as I get into the elevator.
I check my messages and missed calls to make sure Spencer hasn't tried to reach out since we last spoke. And, unfortunately, I see nothing.
I hurry to our apartment after the elevator stops and call out his name as I look into the living room, kitchen, and bedroom for my fiancée.
"Really, Spencer?" I question as I begin to dial his number again. "Baby, what is going on?"
I wait, impatiently, as the phone rings a few times, before I hear his voice on the other end.
"H—ell—-o," the static blocks his clarity and I stare at the phone before trying to get better signal in my place.
"Spencer, can you hear me?"
The call drops and I breathe deeply in frustration, before hearing keys rattle at the door, which explains the static, since we don't get any service in our elevator.
Finally it opens and Spencer walks inside with Coop.
They both, quickly, notice the look on my face as they take a few steps inside.
"Oh shit! You know what? I think I'm just going to head out." Coop mouths with guilt.
Spencer shakes his head before I notice his hand in a brace.
"Baby, what the hell happened? Why are you hurt?"
"Calm down," he tells me as he tries to touch my belly, but I pull away before he gets the chance to.
"I'm fine. The baby is fine. But I need you to start telling me something." I say seriously and he drops his head as if I'm not going to like anything he has to say.
"I ran into Colson at the club," he mumbles. "Something was said I didn't like when we were about to go inside, so I punched him and sprained my wrist."
"So because someone says something you don't like, you punch them?" I ask and he shakes his head.
"Liv, it's been a long day." He sighs. "Can we save the lecture for tomorrow? Especially since I'll be here all day!"
"What are you talking about? You have the table read tomorrow."
