Page 9 of Our Little Wedding

“Yeah, only I fell for it because someone didn’t warn me. This is different though. Her attitude toward everything is bad.” I shrugged.

Spencer pulled me to his side. “I’ll talk to Nikki and Brittany. However, what can I say? Kids will be kids.” He chuckled.

“Right this way, Mr. Brooks,” the hostess said, grabbing two menus before leading the way to the table.

We’d been seated for about ten minutes when we heard a familiar voice greet us at the table. Spencer’s eyes met mine, and we both looked up at the same time to see his ex-wife, Brittany, holding an order pad.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my two most favourite people in the entire world, my ex-husband and the slutty babysitter.” She sneered.

I swallowed hard and looked at Spencer, who sat there looking at her with a straight face. I’d seen this exact face before, at the office the other day when he had a meeting with an employee who had broken company rules. It hadn’t ended pretty, and I suspected this little interaction wouldn’t end well either.

“Brittany, I’ll care for you not to allow personal issues to interfere with your job,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Who the fuck are you? My boss?” she whispered. “I’ll care for you not to allow personal issues to interfere with your job,” she mimicked.

Immediately, I saw where Nikki’s behaviour was coming from, and I glanced to Spencer to see if he recognized it too. Spencer looked at me out of the corner of his eye.

“We’ll both have the fillet, baked potato with a side of mushrooms for myself, and asparagus for Ainsley. And twowaters,” he said, closing the menu and grabbing mine, handing them both to Brittany.

She glared at him. “Still ordering for the woman, I see. Does she not have a mouth?”

I lowered my eyes to the table when I felt her steely stare on me.

“Oh wait, of course she does, otherwise you’d never would have fucked her.”

I could still feel her stare. I wanted to hide; her words mortified me.

“Brittany,” Spencer said through his clenched jaw.

With a smirk on her face, she marched off and across the restaurant.

“Oh God, Spencer, I can’t do this. Can we please just leave?”

Spencer shook his head. “You can do this. You’re stronger than her. She is trying to get me to cause a scene in here. I didn’t know she worked here. She probably got a job here because she knows this is where I do most of my lunch meetings with the executives. I was late one day when I dropped Nikki off and I mentioned it to her. Since she knows that, she also knows this would be the worst place for me to lose my patience.”

“I know. I just can’t do this.” I could feel the tears burning behind my eyes. “I can’t have her say things like that about me.”

He reached across the table and took my hand in his. He was about to say something when two glasses of water were dropped onto the table in front of us, and I glanced up to see Brittany once again glaring at me.

“Where is our daughter, Spencer?” she said, placing her hands on her hips.

“At home… with a sitter.” Spencer met my eyes, reassuring me with a look.

“Oh, how convenient. You know you really have a thing for babysitters, don’t you? Let me ask you, are you screwing her as well?”

I glanced over at Spencer. His jaw was tight, and I could see the vein in the side of his neck throbbing. The look on his face was one of pure anger. I’d never seen him like this. I gripped his hand a little tighter to remind him of where we were when someone called out to Brittany. She whipped around and took off over to another table.

“Are you okay?” I questioned, as I noticed he’d followed her movements.

“She is just doing this to get at me. I won’t lie, it’s working.”

“Perhaps you should speak to the manager,” I suggested, not wanting Spencer to take matters into his own hands and lose his temper.

“Oh, I plan on that,” Spencer said, gripping my hand tighter as he stopped a server walking by the table, asking to speak with the manager.

“I’m just going to use the washroom,” I mumbled as I stood up.

“It’s over there,” Spencer said, nodding in the washroom’s direction.

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