Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Natalie
Spence should have been home hours ago, and anytime I called him, it went straight to voicemail. Did he get into an accident? Did something happen?
I was just freaking out since I wanted to see my boyfriend so badly.
Eventually, I said fuck it to the sexy bra and underwear and grabbed one of his sweatshirts since it was cold, trying to be all sexy for no one.
After an hour of waiting, I decided to call my brother. If I didn't get a hold of him, I would at least know it was a team thing rather than just a Spencer thing.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Oh fuck it, and I got the voicemail too.
I sunk down into the massive bed and just stared at the ceiling.
With my mind going to every shitty scenario possible, I needed to rule things out. I went straight to my phone and I checked the flight details. The plane supposedly landed, so at least it wasn't a plane crash. Then I called the only guy who would possibly be up at this hour.
Of course, Scuba would pick up on the first ring, and he was chipper as he said, "Why are you calling, chica?"
"Have you heard from Spence or even my brother?"
"Not since we left the airport. However, Carter had some car issue, and Spence was going to drop him off at his place." Then I heard the sound of R&B music come into Scuba's background. "Hey, I got to go. My guest is about to get here."
I shook my head. Of course he got home late and scheduled a booty call. "Thanks for the info. Be safe."
"Always am. Too many problems if I don't keep it wrapped up." He hung up.
It was a good thing that Scuba hung up since it prevented me from saying that he already had a slip-up, and it hadn't come back to haunt him yet or something just as stupid. He was a sexual creature.
But knowing the guys should have been home didn't do anything to ease my worries.
Thankfully, my phone rang, and it was so good to see it was my brother. I answered, "Everything okay, Carter?"
He yawned first as if he was still trying to wake up from a long sleep or about to crash out.
"Sorry. Spence will be home soon, so stop worrying.
We had to talk with the police. He might have gone to the hospital.
" He let out an even more epic yawn. "I'm sorry, but I got to go, sis. Just know all is well." He hung up.
I wanted to kill him. How could he just say that all was well but mention the police were involved and that there could be a hospital trip?
I was about to call Spencer when I saw lights coming down the driveway.
I rushed downstairs to meet him.
Much to my surprise, he wasn't alone. Instead, he held a sleeping Eric in his arms. His eyes went straight to lustful. He came in for a kiss. "Sorry I'm late, but there was a situation."
Talk about an understatement by the sounds of it.
"Let me put Eric to bed, and we'll catch up."