19. Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Spencer's social media campaign wasn't going well. There were too many comments about how he was a fraud or just doing the apology tour. The comments that stung the most were, "Well, wouldn't it be nice if he actually did this sort of thing before acting like a complete tw*t. It might have stopped him from doing that in the first place."
I snorted at that since they clearly didn't know his temper and ability to say stupid shit.
If only he would let me share more of his personal story. He'd worked with these charities due to his and his mom's experience growing up. Sure, he didn't love how his mom went back to her abuser, and he didn't want to give it any credence. Instead, he wanted to help women and focus on hockey.
I didn't even hear him come down the stairs. Instead, he kissed my cheek from behind and asked, "What's with that frown?"
"Just reading the comments on your Instagram after the last photos went out this morning." I sighed and pushed the phone away, then I turned so I could see the man that was finally mine.
He chuckled, "I thought you said never ever read the comments."
I nodded.
That's what I told him. It seldom did any good. "Someone has to read them. Normally, I can anticipate most of what people will say, and I manage it appropriately."
He lifted me off the island stool and held me up to eye level. His brow was furrowed. "What aren't you saying? What do you want to do that you think I'll fight back on?"
Damn it.
I hated how he seemingly saw through me so easily.
Then he upped the ante by kissing my clavicle, distracting me. I loved the feeling of his lips on the sensitive skin with that prickle from his wannabe beard.
I stayed silent, and he kept kissing me. He husked out, "Tell me."
I giggled since he was too much. Then again, he'd always been a little bit extra. It was what had drawn me in. He was hard to ignore.
"Honestly. There's a huge part of me that wants to reveal that you always helped the women's shelters, and you understand that world so much better than they think. It's not an apology tour, so you don't get canceled, even though it feels like it. But you still got yourself into trouble despite you knowing better most of the time, and I know if it's worth the effort of educating people."
He tilted his head and pulled me even closer to his torso, where I could feel his heat emanating off of him.
"People are going to think what they want, and quite frankly, I don't fucking care what those people think." His tone then softened. "We aren't sharing my back story. Not ever. However, if you want to advertise my past giving, that's okay."
I nodded.