Queen for the World, A Freak for Him (COMPLETE)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17:

Spencer's POV:

I woke up with the sun beaming into my room, I breathed heavily and rubbed my eyes. The sheet was around my hips loosely; I looked over and Dean was laying face down naked with nothing covering him.

"Dean, cover up or put some clothes on." I said pushing his shoulder.

"I have a nice body so shut up." He mumbled into the pillow. There was a knock at the door and a small voice came.

"Spence, can I come in?" Tessa asked.

"Yea." I called. She came in and looked at Dean and shook her head.

"He is hungover, right?" She asked setting down a breakfast tray.

"Oh yea." I said ripping a piece of toast. He sat up and rubbed his eyes and covered himself with a blanket.

"I'm not hungover. I just need a smoke." He grumbled. I snatched his lighter from the bedside table and he sighed.

"Spencer, darling; I need that." He said, Tessa laughed and left the room shutting the door. I took a sip of coffee and sighed happily.

"You don't need it." I assured.

"Spencer. I am asking nicely." He said.

"You can stop."

"I'm good but thanks for the concern." He said snatching the lighter from my grasp. He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag before exhaling the smoke.

"You wanna try?" He asked.

"I'm good." I assured eating more toast. He leaned forward and kissed my cheek then my lips.

"My darling is a good boy." He said smiling approvingly.

"Can you stop calling me 'darling'?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"No. You are my darling boy and you are my innocent boy that wasn't so innocent last night." He grinned and I sighed.

"I knew I should have made you sleep." I sighed.

"Oh admit it. You enjoyed it, darling. You enjoyed it so much you would do it again in a heart beat." He said.

"I would but maybe with someone else." I tested and his head snapped over and I laughed.

"What?" He growled.

"I'm kidding 'darling'" I teased giving him a light kiss. He studied my face as he put out his cigarette on a plate. He moved over quickly pinning my arms down.

"That wasn't very nice." He said and I shrugged.

"Because you are so nice to me." I said rolling my eyes.

"Of course I am. You are my little prince." He said trailing his finger down my chest.

"Gee thanks." I said.

"What? Do you want me to call you my hot mate who looks so fuckable in his baseball pants?" He asked smirking and I sighed.

"No." I laughed.

"Well then deal with it or I will start calling you that. In public too, in front of your mom." He laughed and I pushed him off and sighed.

"Can you imagine if I said that in front of your dad!?" He hollered.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I asked.

"No I'm just playing the scenarios in my head and picturing their expressions. I should do it; when is your next game?" He asked.

"I'm not telling you. I don't want to die." I said.

"Oh come on. All I hear are girls talking about how good you look in baseball pants and it's not fair because they don't know that you are mine." He pouted.

"Well then how do you want to show them?" I asked. He grinned mischievously and I sighed.

"I really dislike you sometimes, Dean."