Spencer POV
Ashley was gone before she woke up the following morning. Spencer woke up to see a hastily scribbled note on her bedside table.
Sorry about last night. Needed to go to the office early today, but we'll speak tonight. Yours, A
With an irritated sigh, Spencer trudged into the bathroom. A sense of dread washed over her as she went downstairs, fervently hoping that Madison was still asleep. She only wanted to grab something to eat and then hide out in her bedroom until Ashley came back from work.
Maybe she would head to her office early today as well. She couldn't imagine spending an entire day cooped up in the same house as that woman. But, just her luck, Madison was in the kitchen, dressed in a tight miniskirt and a strapless tube top. Her light brown curls were loose this morning, tumbling on either side of her neck.
Other than the bandage around her wrist, she was looking fresh and relaxed. But what surprised Spencer most was that Madison was sitting next to Maylis, her arm wrapped around the teenager's shoulders. They were both whispering and giggling, looking like the perfect picture of mother and daughter. Spencer knew that it was shallow of her, but she couldn't hold back a pang of jealously as she hovered on the doorway for a few seconds, watching them.
Finally, she cleared her throat. "Oh, hello," Madison said with a bright smile. "Hi," Madison said, flustered. "I'm…" "The lawyer, I know," Madison said. "Spinner, is it?" "Spencer." "Sorry," Madison said, with another insincere smile. "Would you like some coffee? I just made some.
I gave Samantha the day off, but I hope my coffee's as good as hers," she gave a thrilling giggle. "Oh, and Ashley had to leave early, but she sends her apologies." "I know. Hey, sweetie." Spencer smiled at Maylis . "Did you sleep okay?" "Yeah," Maylis muttered, staring at her orange juice.
Spencer touched her hair. "Are you okay?" "Don't touch me, please." Maylis voice was glacial. Lacinta frowned. "Are you okay?" "Yes," Maylis snapped. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" She slammed her glass on the table. "It's okay, baby." Madison smiled indulgently at her daughter.
"Look, why don't you get dressed. I'll take you shopping and then we can grab some lunch. Okay?" "Okay, mom," Maylis gave her a small smile, all trace of animosity vanished. Spencer turned to Sheila as soon as the teenager had left the kitchen.
"Did you say something to Maylis about me?" She asked directly. Madison leaned against the counter, fiddling idly with her hair. "Maybe. Maybe I told her that her mom and mother are ready to get back together, but there's this lawyer person who keeps trying to put a wedge between us and steal her mother away."
Spencer took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "Madison , look, I know this is an awkward situation for all of us, alright? Especially with the divorce and…" "Divorce?" Madison raised her eyebrow. "Honey, there's no divorce." "Okay." Spencer rolled her eyes. "This is between you and Ashley. I'll just go back upstairs." "Just a minute." Madison's voice whipped through the air like a leash. "I think you should stop screwing my wife."
"What?" Spencer said, flabbergasted. "I am still Mrs. Davies, dear," Madison said. "That makes you nothing more than a mere mistress. Ashley and I are still together." She held up her left hand where her wedding band shone brightly on her ring finger.
"You wearing the ring means nothing." Spencer crossed her arms across her chest. "The date is set. The divorce will be final in two weeks." Spencer thought back to the strange call she had gotten from Madison's attorney a few weeks back.
How he had claimed that they were going to try and work things out. She shook her head, dismissing the thought. It really was ridiculous. Madison's next words still cu her like a knife. "You wish," Madison scoffed. "I'm here to stay, honey. I am the lady of this house. I am Ashley's wife.
Whether you choose to accept it or not is up to you. But I do want to thank you though." Spencer met her eyes in stony silence. "For taking care of my wife's l needs during my absence.
For letting her find relief in your body." Her lips curled in a scorn. "You've served your purpose. Now I think it's time for you to go back home. Your services are no longer required."
Angry tears stung her eyes, but Spencer refused to break down in front of her. Instead, she thrust out her chest and regarded the other woman with a glacial stare. "I can't go home, remember? I'm here because you sent a bunch of cowardly thugs after me, remember?" "I have no idea what you're talking about," Madison said smoothly. "
Yes you do you bitch." Spencer stepped into her face and glared. "If I had your face would have been a lot more messed up. My boys don't screw around when it comes to getting a point across." "So you send men to do your dirty work for you. I find that a coward's way out." She sneered hating Madison with every fiber of her being.
"I didn't say that, I just said had it been me who sent someone to mess you up, you'd still be feeling it." "A mother who spends her days doing drugs and selling them for fun is no mother. The only reason you want to stay with Ashley is so you have her money and protection from those above you who would see you dead for the amount you've stolen from them.
You're nothing more than a common junkie, I've done quite a bit of research on you and I know what you've done for crack before Mrs. Davies. I'm sure she'd love to know too.
"Simply put Spencer darling you can't prove a thing. As far as arrest records go I'm clean and no one is dumb enough to testify against me." "We'll see about that. How do you think I know all that information?" Madison's face fell for a minute and she faltered but she regained the sickly smile she seemed to carry in her back pocket and focused her eyes on Spencer . "In any case, Ashley is no longer interested in you, you stupid girl.
Where do you think she was last night? That's right," she added at the hurt look that Spencer couldn't keep off her face. "Ashley was with me last night. In my bed, might I add." "I don't believe you," Spencer whispered, ignoring the trickle of foreboding that ran down her spine. "Oh, don't you?" Madison's eyes gleamed. "We've both slept with the woman, darling. So we both know that she has certain…let's see…trademark moves in bed.
She likes branding women as hers . She loves to leave hickeys, doesn't she? Well, here you go." With a grin, she swept her light brown curls away from her throat and leaned forwards. Spencer stared, horrified, at the dark purple love bites that covered her olive skin. There was no doubt that they were recent. A couple of them still bore imprints of her teeth.
Horror flooded Spencer's body as she realized that there hadn't been any hickeys on Madison's neck when she showed up the previous night. "Still don't believe me?" Madison's voice was soft, caressing almost. "Why don't you check these out?"
In an unexpected gesture, she pulled down her blouse, revealing her pert, tan breasts. They were also covered in a series of hickeys that traced a trail down her breasts to circle her nipples. "Look, I'll make you a deal, alright?" Madison said, adjusting her blouse. "Ashley and I have always been very…experimental in bed.
If you want, we can pay you to join us in bed from time to time. Shall we say, once a week? This will benefit all of us, don't you think? Plus, you'll be able to make some extra money on the side." She winked. Spencer advanced towards the other woman, her hands curled into two fists. "How dare you, you pathetic…" "Just think about it," Madison interrupted her with a malicious smile.
"We can pleasure her together," she shrugged. "It's every intersex fantasy to have two women licking her cock at the same time. I love my wife enough to provide her with such pleasure. And then after he fucks me…" She ran the tip of her tongue across her lower lip. "
After she fucks me, she can do you with her cock still covered in my juices. It'll be like giving you my leftovers, don't you think?" She gave a thrilling giggle. It took all of Spencer's self-control not to strike her right then. "Come on, dear," Madison ran a seductive finger down her cheek. Her skin crawled at the contact.
"You're the mistress, after all. Wives are entitled to certain privileges, but you…the mistress…well, you deserve nothing more than my leftovers." A truly evil smile spread across her face. "Get your fucking hand off me, you bitch." Spencer slapped her hand away.
"You're sick. You're absolutely demented." And before Madison could say anything else, before she broke down in front of her, Spencer spun on her heels and ran upstairs. She only had time to slam and lock the door behind her before erupting in loud, raucous sobs.