In another world, another time

Let me reintroduce myself, I'm temptation

Bill was enjoying himself, having a productive day that had spanned from the moment he had woken up next to his beautiful wife. He had to admit that life was pretty great for him at the moment ever since he had remarried his first love. His son was thriving, not surprising considering he was a Spencer after all. Katie, the woman who had given him this beautiful child he called his own, was the first woman to ever break through all his constructed walls to get to the man beneath. Or as far as she could, he supposed. With that thought, Bill stepped up from his chair to look out of his office window.

Thoughts like this randomly came to him from time to time. Perplexed with the concept of how his wife was perfect for him on the drawing board, but for him to her version of the perfect husband on the flip side; the attributes of himself that he had to hide to make this picture perfect life of a white picket fence real, all of it at times became too much for him. There was a reason he had been intrigued by Steffy Forrester. Steffy. He had all but forgotten about her after she had moved to Paris. But he would never forget how she had found the chink in his marital armor, a chink that when exposed to the air, had begun to rust and rust away. When he had ended it, he had tried to repair the chink. And for a time he thought he had, then had come Brooke Logan. Siren of men they still called her.

Brooke. Now she, he had loved. Seeing through constructed walls that Katie had been negligent to even bother notice, she had seen a glimpse of the man beneath, and helped him see what it could be like to show the other parts of him in a relationship. The parts that were as much a part of him as was his hands and legs. He had wanted to marry her, at times he couldn't help but have wandering ideas of what it would have been like to have had a as the woman behind Bill Spencer. However, wondering was all he would ever have, as she had done the same thing that Katie always had in the past. When it came to it, she had walked away. Granted, throwing little mister fashion pansy pants out of his helicopter had not been the most inspiring of his plans. It was rather disappointing really how that had played out. The end result was the same none the less. Brooke had left. Faced with yet again another Logan walking out of his life, he had begun to wonder what the point was. No woman would ever be able to accept him as he was to the core. The dominance, the controlling, the downright savagery that coursed through his blood. All he could do was camouflage it, portray what was expected of a husband in a marriage, of a fiance in an engagement, of a man from a woman.

Bill sighed, the view outside doing nothing to calm down his thoughts. The sun was shining, the flowers were blooming, and all that romantic nonsense was going around. Wasted emotions if you asked him. At least he could look forward to one thing, he did have his sons. Even though the first two had been making a hell lot of a mess of their lives. Fighting over Hope Logan. They could have found something better to do with their time, like bonding instead. At least now Liam had Ivy, and Wyatt, well, he would be out there soon enough. Being a Spencer wouldn't allow him to keep himself down for that long.

Enough with this musing, Bill thought to himself. Every second he spent staring outside, he made more than his fair share of six digits. But there was always more to be made. Thinking back to the interesting conversation he had had with Eric Forrester, Bill pondered on how to go about with the proposal he had been given. Something would come to him, it always did. Picking up the phone, he called Justin to get him in his office to discuss options. Of course his trusted adviser didn't pick up his phone, not surprising really, considering he was trying to get his ex-wife back. It seemed once on of the Logans sank their claws into you, well... Enough said. Deciding to go look for the bastard himself, Bill left his office after downing a protein bar. Walking the hallways of his building always felt odd to him. It was so much easier to just make everyone run around for him, and downright fun at times. He did love making them squirm in their feet with not knowing what he would do next. Suspense, always a good trait to encourage staff performance. Passing by Liam's office, he could swear he heard Ridge's voice. Intrigued by this, he sauntered over to the door, knowing it would be open as was Liam's way.