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✼ N E V A E H ✼　

When I leave the room, Spencer is on his phone standing right at the handrail, leaning onto it for support. He looks up when the door closes and puts his phone away to focus all of his attention on me. I'm pretty sure he was eye fucking that painting of a naked woman that hung right in front of the office which was also behind me at this current moment.

"Where are you off to, sweetheart?" He questions with the now usual flirtation in his voice.

I take a few steps ahead of him and walk down the stairs to wherever the hell down the stairs leads me to. I just need to cool down and forget all of my emotions starting now. I turn to face him, seeing that he's followed me down the stairs, I hope he knows that I don't know where the fuck I'm going.

I put on the most fake smile I can muster considering the prior events and say, "Oh nowhere, just on my way to go murder your brother. You?"

Spencer gives me a mischievous grin. A grin so wide it caused the dimple on his left cheek to show an appearance. God, his whole family must have really good genes. If he was the same age as me, we would be married right now.

We reach the bottom of the stairs while I just stand there trying to figure out the ways of the house and Spencer just stands there looking at me figuring out what I'm trying to figure out.

"Now that you bring it up, I think 25 years is long enough to live life. I have an ax in the kitchen." He puts his arm out so I can join mine with his. "Shall we?"

Wait, he's 25? With the amount of times he frowns, he'll look like a 40 year old by the time he turns 26. Fine, I guess he looks...decent for his age. Too bad he's a dick, I wish he would fall off a bridge.

"Lead the way, Spencer," I say as I play along and link our arms together.

I'm welcomed with an invisible slap in the face from the hand of Atticus' richness. If I wasn't stunned from the looks of the exterior, I sure as hell am now. 

The floors were an intricate polished black marble tile, with the white seeping through the corners, which spread across the flooring of the whole entire house.

I couldn't even get the chance to look around and pick on every detail of the house because Spencer started running which made me start running all the way until we were at his destination wherever that was.

He apologized for it and soon after that we bumped into something that definitely wasn't a wall. It was a woman, a beautiful woman actually. Her wavy pitch black hair nearly blended with her shirt, along with her smooth tanned skin that made her seem like she was glowing, and fierce bright blue eyes that were currently shooting daggers at Spencer. She literally looks like an exact photo copy of Adriana Lima.

She speaks before any of us even gets the chance to say anything, "Spencer Cruz Russo, do you have something to say for yourself?" Her accent was thicker than the boys.

Spencer straightens himself up and runs a hand through his hair, "H-H-Hey Ma," he stammered. "How's it going?"

She's literally freaking hot. Now I see where, more specifically who, they get their good looks from because damn she's gorgeous. Not them them, just one of them because only one of them is actually attractive. And it's Spencer, not the other one, definitely not the other one.

"I'll deal with you later, Spence," she dismisses and turns over to me. "Well hello, darling. You must be?" She puts her hand out to shake mine.

I knew that I was standing there staring and looking like a complete idiot so I extended my hand out to shake her's. "Hi, Mrs. Russo, pleasure to meet you. I'm Estelle."