William's POV:
Spencer punched the man, and the latter almost staggered backwards to the ground.
'Is this what a love triangle is? Well, I must say ... this is amusing.'
My phone vibrated in my pocket, so I took it out.
"Try not to drink too much, okay? And come home early."
Her kind reminder warmed my heart and put a smile on my face. "Okay," I replied.
Today, when I left home, I told Scarlett that I was just having a business dinner. I didn't mention who I was meeting with.
Music was blasting in the background, but the crowd suddenly quieted down. Out of curiosity, I put my phone away and looked downstairs.
A man in a tailored black suit appeared.
The light was shining down on his face, accentuating his already impeccable facial features. Because of his noble, yet standoffish presence, people were too afraid to look directly at him. His long, narrow eyes were as cold as ice.
There was no doubt about it. It was Charles.
The second he looked up, he immediately saw me. Not long after, he went upstairs.
Inside a private room on the second floor, we sat
face to face. Neither of us took the initiative to speak. As Charles sat beneath the light, I saw the aggression in his deep, dark eyes.
"I thought you're not coming today," I said, breaking the silence.
" Spencer told me that you wanted to speak tome." Charles didn't beat around the bush.
"That's right. Because I think it's necessary to tell you the truth," I replied.
Spencer's POV:
Steven wasn't fast enough to avoid my punch, and I was able to bash his face in. At once, he covered his face and screamed in pain.
"Spencer, are you crazy?" Vivian exclaimed. She stood in front of Steven, spreading her arms wide and glaring at me.
"Fight back if you can!" I yelled at Steven.
"Shut the fuck up, Spencer!" Having said that, Vivian turned her attention to Steven and examined his injury while whispering something in his ear. Not long after, Steven glanced at me before he left.
I wanted to tackle him down and hit him one more time, but Vivian stopped me. "Spencer, what do you want? Are you trying to prove something?"
"It's nothing. I just don't like him, okay?"
"You're a psychopath!"
Vivian cursed me while striking me with her fists. I didn't attempt to avoid her attack, and as a result, I took several blows to my chest.
It was a little painful, but I was willing to endure it.
"Stop it," I said. "Be quiet." A moment later, I grabbed Vivian's arm and led her to a corner. I pointed to a private room upstairs and said, "Charles is in there, negotiating with William."
"Really? That's not going to stop me from beating you up!" Vivian attempted to hit me again, but this time, I caught her hand and held it firmly.
"That's enough. Let's go to my room." Still holding her hand, I dragged her upstairs. Upon our arrival in my room, I closed the door.
Vivian shook off my hand immediately. "Don't you dare hit me again," I warned.
"And why not?" she asked, raising her fist once more.
As I looked her beautiful face, my heart melted. "If you want to beat me up, do it here. I won't try to dodge your punches." I was willing to compromise, because after all, she was a woman and her punches barely fazed me.
To my surprise, her eyes welled up with tears. She then turned her back to me and said, "I don't want to hit you anymore."
"Why not?" When I heard her sobbing, my heart ached. I walked up to her, and turned her towards me.
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