Judas kiss

Chapter 62 - Shut up, don`t be smart with me.

Light snoring.

Soft skin against his.

Slightly long hair—

In his face, Spencer kept his eyes tightly assuming it was one of those really gratifying dreams where

he got to be with Della intimately. He had, had too many of those.. she was much distant when they

were together after what happened; he didn't blame her. Spencer really wanted to earn her trust back,

to show her that he is a noble man and it's just that.. jealousy and fury got the best of him. It just hurt

thinking about the fact that he was a gentleman and she still preferred to go for the man who had

treated her like utter rubbish not so long ago. The only thing she got out of it was a little spoiled brat.

Spencer always thought Della was far much dumber because any sane woman would have aborted it,

the second they knew about it. The scary truth was that if Della still kept that thing for so many years,

the thing that had came out as a result of her failed marriage with a man who treated her horridly then

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She hoped he would come back on a strong white horse and save her?

Then she can say?'say oh I kept that thing, that you left me with.'

To somehow earn his love back.

But no. That's not how this story goes, Spencer thought. What happens is she meets a well deserving

man and they take that thing farther away or leave it with its father and they start over like they should

have. If Spencer by fate had met Della first and not Andre. Then they make their own baby. He

absolutely loved the thought of that, Spencer stirred pulling the body in front of him closer to his chest.

It was warm. The friction between the two bodies was starting to give him a hard on. Maybe, yes him

and Della were going to make their own baby. It would have dark grey eyes like his and jet black hair. It

would be the cutest thing on earth.? A smile arched itself on his face, just thinking about it. He pulled

the body in front of him much closer.

It was weird—

Della wasn't this skinny!

Did he have a one night stand after? The only thing he remembered was hanging out with Ignacio. He

probably got wasted he thought. When he blinked his eyes open, he saw shoulder length jet black hair.

He cringed, he wanted to be faithful to Della even though she had not been the same with him. He

didn't see the girl's face as her hair was covering it. He noticed that they were in Ignacio's apartment.

He knew Ignacio wouldn't be happy about the fact that once again he had brought a girl up here. This

girl wasn't even his type, she was all bones.

"Hey, listen you have to go before my friend comes back—" Spencer said his voice groggy as this was

the first time he had said a word.. right after waking up.

As he sat up straight, he saw a tattoo that he knew too well and immediately fell off the bed, hitting the

back of his head with a thud. This made Ignacio wake up with confusion.

"OOH FUCK NO." Spencer chuckled standing up and going as far form the bed as he could. He hit the

wall, he looked around the room for his clothes. He wasn't thinking straight, there had to be an

explanation for this.

"Dude I told you to cut your fucking hair.. now you and me thinking it was another one night stand. We

probably just played beer pong and truth or dare and just ended up in a weird fucking position.. woah!

That was crazy!!" Spencer spoke fast in panic mode.

"We had sex Spencer so why are you making it a big deal?" Ignacio asked rubbing his eyes. His view

was a bit blurry.

"NO NO NO NO NO!!!" Spencer laughed. "You fucking wanker! You really got me there huh? That was

a good one though."

Ignacio smirked.

"I understand why you're nervous huh? You also told me that you loved me."

Spencer cringed.

"Loved you??! FUCK NO!"

"I'm going to shower just process everything.. and yes Spencer I love you too. You told me to reply in

the morning because you were sweating nervous. I had no idea we had been feeling the same way all

these years.."

"What. Are. You. Talking. About?" Spencer thought this was definitely a prank.

"We're married Spencer." Ignacio smiled broadly. Spencer wasn't playing anymore as he came for

Ignacio threatening to strangle him with all his might.

"It's not funny, you stupid moron.." Spencer aggressively said.. Ignacio was gasping for air... but

enjoying the sexy view of Spencer's dangling Willy and the sexy chokehold. Ignacio had always been

one for bdsm. Spencer was beyond angry because Ignacio kept a smile on his face even with his entire

face turning purple from the stopped circulation of blood on his neck.

Eventually Spencer left him.

Ignacio coughed—

He somehow knew Spencer wouldn't kill him.

"If you tell anyone.." Spencer was starting to believe it.

"That we fucked?" Spencer asked trying to get on Spencer's nerves.

"It's okay.. Spencer there is nothing wrong with being gay or b—"

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING CRACKHOLE!" Spencer said viciously his eyes threatening like a snake

ready to attack.

"I'm not gay, I was never gay and I will never be gay.." he defended.

"I have seen you happy before—" Ignacio said firmly.

"Shut up, don't act smart with me."

"But last night you said you loved my smart mouth.." Ignacio smirked shyly.

Spencer felt disgusted.

"Did you?" Spencer asked looking down at his private part.

"We did everything but I let you be the daddy and take me from the back and—"

"STOP STOP STOP—" Spencer pleaded feeling vulnerable, for the first time he felt powerless,

shameful and he wanted to cry. It was all too much for him, his pride and masculinity ego had been

tainted and tempered with. He was a man who prided himself in being a man. How would Della see

him? He felt bruised—

Ignacio felt bad when Spencer walked away and locked himself in the bathroom. Ignacio gut dressed,

managed to clean up and bit.. two hours later Spencer still had not came out. Ignacio assumed he was

just being dramatic but he would eventually come out. Ignacio was convinced Spencer felt the same

way.. he just needed to be convinced.

He needed a wake up call!

Ignacio was glad he had managed to snap a couple of pictures in Spencer's arms while he was asleep.

He looked so adorable. Ignacio even put Snapchat filters on his cute sleeping face. He wondered what

Spencer thought about not telling anyone when it was already out there.

The first comment he had received was from Luc. It was hurtful.

'Your next victim huh?' @luclevette

Ignacio didn't have much of a following on instagram or any platform. He wasn't known either. He had

only been seen here and there as the real estate tycoons bestfriend. Spencer always spoke fondly of

him with the media or in any interview.

The latest story cover was..

'No images were taken but Insiders who were present claim, they called a priest over to the bar to have

them married. They brought Vegas to New York..'

The insider had been Abhay and thank goodness, he was good at forging Spencer's signature. When

he had given himself a treat of morphine, he had everything already planned and in motion.

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Garreth sighed.

Reading the paper, Spencer was bringing bad publicity for the real estate company. He stared at

Marcela who was sleeping peacefully. He didn't care about anything else. Maybe then Spencer would

leave Della alone.

"Marcy please wake up.."?Garreth almost pleaded. He just assumed like the movies she would

suddenly move her fingers or anything but nothing. She stayed stagnantly dependent on the machines.

"If you wake up Marcela. I promise to change, to leave everything behind. To be with you.. to plan the

wedding we planned when we were teenagers. Watch our daughter grow.. there is still so much I want

to do with you. I'm sorry I ever threatened you. I lied, I was being a pathetic jealous freak.. jealous

because you were happy and I wasn't. I would never hurt you. Although it has crossed my mind only

because I don't want to ever share you with anyone—"

Garreth wiped a tear away.

"Your son needs you.." he paused letting the monitors consume them. "You can't die with your

grandson thinking you're his mother's friend."

"Don't do it for me. Do it for your son, for Della, for Leondre." He sighed. "For once don't be selfish

Marcela.”