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I put up a hand to stop him before he can say anything that’ll upset me even more. “Don’t. Just go back home and do whatever it is you do to pass the time. I’m not in the mood to talk to you.”
He blinks at me like a fool, but he doesn’t move an inch, as if he’s expecting me to change my mind and let him in.
When he finally opens his mouth to speak again, my anger flares to life. “Are you ignoring me because you’re still in love with me?”
He did not just say that. “What?”
“You’re playing hard to get. Women do that when they crave attention.”
I can’t believe what I just heard, “Have you been a woman before?”
He shrugs. “We dated for a couple of years. I know you better than anyone else here.”
A ripple of laughter surges through me. “Are you delusional? No way you really think you know me that well. I mean, we dated, and I didn’t realize how much of an asshole you were until I caught you cheating, time didn’t mean anything”?
“I’m a man. Men cheat, Anya.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “You made a big deal out of nothing.”
I know I should ignore him and go back inside, but he’s really getting a rise out of me. I can’t ignore that. “Is that what you tell yourself? Is it because you think it’s your right to cheat?”
His head droops for a brief moment. If it were someone else, I might assume they were feeling remorse for their actions, but not Spencer. He has no shame, unapologetic to the very core of his being.
I've been introduced to his family. His mother is a kind and loving person, while his father is also warm-hearted. Even his brother has some semblance of human decency. However, Spencer seems to lack any positive qualities, besides his attractive appearance. He doesn't seem to fit in with his own family's dynamic.
When he raises his head, he clears his throat. “I think I deserve all the insults you’ve thrown at me.”
My lips twitch with a smirk. “Trust me, you haven’t even gotten half of what you deserve.”
“Does that mean I need to get myself ready for more?” he teases.
I want to strangle him from where I’m standing. He gets on my every last nerve and I hate it. “Fuck off, Spencer.”
“Actually, Brandon told me you’re keeping your daughter away from her father,” he says. “Is it true?”
My face scrunches up. “What does my baby have to do with you?”
He narrows his eyes on me. “Is she mine?”
The question goes off like an alarm in my head. “What?”
“Come on, Anya. I should know if she’s mine.”
“She is not yours. My daughter doesn’t belong to you, does that help you?” I need to teach Brandon a lesson or two on not sharing my business with my ex, who so happens to be his little brother.
Spencer doesn’t look like he believes me. “Whose is she?”
“I don’t see how that concerns you.”
“Can I see her?”
“Fuck, no. You can’t see her.” How does he ignore everything I say and every handwriting on the wall? Well, I guess it’s possible for some people to be like that. I was the same when I ignored all the red flags before I dated someone like him. “Don’t ask questions about my daughter or come close to her. I’m serious right now.”
“I’m sorry, Anya. I really can’t leave until I’m certain she’s not mine.” He pauses. “Now that I think of it, I understand why you moved to a small town rather than build your career in the city.”
I wrestle my hand free from his. “Kira is a year and three months old. The last time you and I ever went intimate was three months prior to our breakup, because you were too busy cheating.” I really don’t owe him an explanation, but I need to be clear if I’m to get him off my back.
Leave it to Spencer to be as persistent as a fly when he’s after something.
“So, who is the father?” he asks.
