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The storm abated and Spencer went back to his apartment. The next few days, Bailey was shut up in her apartment, writing like the wind.
She was on a streak; she could finish her novel with in the next couple weeks.
So she wrote sun up to sun down, churning out the words, purging the story from her mind onto the page.
When she was done. She got dressed, went to her publishers office, left on her desk, and went back home.
She was exhausted.
Spencer and Vince were finally able to locate his missing truck, and move into the apartment completely.
Spencer hadn't seen his Treasure in a while, but he figures she was okay.
He found some old friends and invited them over for a type of house warming party.
Only a couple of his friends lived in this city, Finn, Gary, Dayton and Hunter.
They came with beer, chips and wings, the perfect combo.
They talked, drank, laughed caught up.
"So, Dayton you got married?"
Dayton nodded with a smile. "Yeah. She's beautiful, you'd love her."
Spencer thought of his Treasure.
"What about the rest of you idiots? Girlfriends, Fiancée's, Wives? Boyfriends?"
They all laughed, rolling their eyes at Vince.
"I'm single," Hunter said.
"Me too," Gary added.
"I have a woman in my life."
Spencer rolled his eyes at Vince. "We're not talking about your daughter. She doesn't count."
Vince gaped at him, pretend to be offended. "How dare you say my baby doesn't count!"
"Ah shut up!"
Spencer chuckled.
"What about you," Vince teased.
"What about me? I'm single for now."
Vince rolled his eyes. "He's in love with the neighbor."
Spencer throw a pillow at his cousin.
"Shut up. I am not in love with her."
Hunter wriggled his eyebrows.
"Ooh, what she look like?"
"She's—"
"Eric, not right now. I'm very tired."
Spencer growled in pure rage.
All the men stepped back, warily.
"Since when do you have things to do that are more important than me?"
Hunter leaned into Vince. "Who's the douche?" he whispered.
Vince shrugged.
"Just go. Please."
"No! You need to tell me what is so damn important?"
By now, Spencer was quaking with rage.
"I don't have time for this."
"Make time."
Dayton frowned. "Who is that guy and what is his major malfunction?"
"He's breathing," Spencer growled.
"Oh s**t," Gary muttered.
"And who was that thug?"
"He's not a thug,"
Vince examined at his cousin, nodding in agreement with the man on the other see of the door. "No, he's a thug."
"He's a nice man, Eric."
"He almost killed me!"
"...That's on you."
"Damnnnn," They all shouted.
"You know what Hailey, I'm leaving."
The muscles in Spencer's neck twitched. "He still calls her Hailey."
"That's all I ask."
"Fine. But I'm not coming back."
"..."
"Was I ever gonna meet your family?"
"May—"
"You're a liar, Eric. I know you think I'm dumb but I have several degrees. I'm not stupid, you chauvinistic, egocentric ignoramus."
"Damnnn,"
"She intelligently slayed this dude—"
"Aloe Vera for that burn?"
"Is that right? How did you get those degrees? Let me guess you sle—"
"Oh fuck." Vince mumbled.
Spencer burst out the door, shooting his arm out, gripping Eric's throat. His chest huffed in anger. Lifted the man by his throat he glared at him.
"If you want to continuing breathing, you will leave and never come back. Or," He smirk. "I could crush your windpipe and burn your remains. Pick option two please."
His hands clawed at the grip on his neck, his face turning blue.
"Spencer, put him down."
His eyes darted from Bailey to Eric and back.
Eric was beginning to lose consciousness.
"Please," Bailey repeated in whisper.
Snarling, he threw the man to the ground.
Eric coughed, hyperventilating.
"And her name is Bailey you dumb fuck."
Eric wasn't sticking around. He got up as quick as could and fled.
Rage still closed through Spencer's veins. Just a few more minutes—
"Thank you, Spencer."
His breathing began to regulate at her tired smile.
"My pleasure."
"Can I...get you a drink? You look pretty worked up."
"I'm fine Treasure. Are you okay?"
She smirked. "Why wouldn't I be?"
He nodded curtly, his eyes lingering on her frame.
"If you need me, you know where I am. Get some sleep."
He went back into his apartment, anger slamming into him all over again.
"Who was that?" Hunter asked.
"I didn't get to see her," Dayton whined, "What does she look like?"
"Why can't she meet us?"
"Yeah, we're important."
Spencer couldn't even stay angry. These fools, he smiled.
"We're not dating. If we were you would've met her."
"But what does she look like," Dayton demanded.
"I haven't even seen her."
"What gives?"
"She isn't mine, guys. Not yet."
"Yet?"
"Ohhhh, drama!"
"Do you have popcorn?"
Spencer shook his head. "Why do I associate with you people?"
Vince rolled his eyes, as if Spencer asked the stupidest question possible.
"Cause we're fuckin' awesome," He stated matter-of-factly, pausing to look around the room. "Or at least I am."
Dayton sucked his teeth, eyeing his outfit in distaste.
"Shut up, Fucker. With yo nonmatching ass."
"Orange and blue match."
"On what planet?"
"The real question is: what are those?!"
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