Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Torment (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 2) by Kaycee Kline Page B

and as I got to the bottom of the stairs I could hear them whispering. I overheard my dad say, “Spencer, it might be best for her to see a counselor…”
    My mom murmured in agreement and I couldn’t hear Spencer’s reply, but I’m sure he was on board as well.
    Great. So they did think I was crazy. I stomped up the stairs as noisily as I could, but considering I didn’t have shoes on and it was a marble floor, I doubt they even noticed.
     
     
    When I reached Spencer’s bedroom I slammed the door and flung myself down on the bed. Bet you heard that, I smiled smugly to myself.
    Why couldn’t they just understand that it was a simple misunderstanding? There was nothing wrong with me…was there? Just because I couldn’t remember where I was for a second didn’t mean I needed a therapist.
    Despite trying to reason with myself about the circumstances, deep down I knew part of what they’d said was true and I think that’s what hurt me the most. Knowing that I was broken.
    I broke down in a fit of heavy sobs, burying my face in Spencer’s soft down comforter. It smelled just like him and it made me cry even more. What if this was the last straw? What if Spencer couldn’t handle me anymore and he decided I needed to leave?
    I couldn’t get through this without him.
    I heard the bedroom door opening slowly and I tried to quiet myself so that whoever was there would think I was sleeping.
    “Emily,” Spencer’s deep voice echoed into the darkness.
    I didn’t make a sound, hoping he’d go away, but it was no use.
    “I know you’re awake. I heard you crying all the way from the stairs,” he whispered gently and I could hear the smile in his voice.
    A hiccup escaped my lips, causing me to giggle like a schoolgirl, despite my best efforts otherwise. Even though my face was still buried in the blanket, I knew there was no doubt he’d heard me because he walked over to the bed and sat down.
    With a laugh he placed his strong, warm hand on my shoulder and rubbed back and forth, the motion soothing my nerves. “Sweetheart, what’s going on?” he asked gently.
    Normally I was the type of girl who’d reply with the typical, ‘Nothing.’ But not today. I felt emboldened to express my feelings so I rolled over on my side and said, “I heard what you guys said, you know? How you all think I need to be locked up in the psych ward.” I wiped my eyes and sniffled.
    A deep, guttural laugh escaped Spencer’s lips and he slapped his hand to his mouth. “I’m sorry. Do what? ”
    “Spencer, it’s not funny. I know everyone thinks I’m crazy.”
    He reached out gently with a finger and traced the curve of my cheek and down my neck to my collarbone. With a sigh he said, “Emily, sweetheart… no one thinks you’re crazy. And I also don’t recall anyone ever saying anything about you being locked up in a psych ward.” He frowned, furrowing his brow.
    “Okay, maybe I made that part up, but I feel it was expressly implied.”
    He laughed gently, “No one thinks you’re crazy. We’re just worried about you. That’s all. You’ve been through a lot in the past few months. More than any one person should have to go through. There’s nothing wrong with needing a little help to deal with it.”
    I had to admit that when he put it that way, what he said made sense, but it still didn’t make me feel any less “damaged.”
    Spencer touched his thumb to my forehead, delicately grazing the lines of concern that had settled there. “Don’t you agree?”
    I shrugged and then nodded, avoiding his gaze.
    “Okay, then. What is it? I know there’s something that’s still bothering you.”
    After a few moments of silence, I sighed and said, “I don’t know. I just…I don’t see why you’d want to be with someone like me.” There. I’d said it. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I braced myself for the words that would only confirm my deepest fears.
    But they didn’t come. Instead, Spencer