Chapter 4
Chapter Four
R upert
“Hi, Spence. Rupert suggested you go out and let your hair down a bit,” Mum said as we all gathered at my famous brother, Spencer Banks’, home. “You’ve been cooped up in this house for months!” Mum began chirping.
Our mum was right, though. Spencer hadn’t socialised with anyone for a long while, discounting any recent diplomatic trips or formal functions he’d attended. Mum said Spencer had finally managed to get a new nanny for Maja, so hopefully this time around he could find some time to go out and enjoy himself.
“Yeah, bro, I am taking you out. Mum has agreed to babysit since your nanny took off for the weekend,” I quickly told him, slapping him on the back. Last week I had finally met with the girls who worked for Emperor and it had gone pretty well. I had to admit I was very impressed with all the women Matthews had hired. One of them couldn’t make it, having to go to the emergency room for an injury to her foot, a burn or something. I was sure I would see her at some point soon, though. Each one of them were stunning, elegant, well-spoken, and confident. He’d selected the most beautiful and smart women to attend to our clients, so there was no doubt why the business was doing so well. I didn’t manage to chat to all of them, but I was planning to be in the club more so I could help Matthews continue to run this place smoothly whilst growing the business.
“Are you nuts? You know I can’t just go clubbing. My security detail will flip out and the press would have a field day!” Spencer stared at me like I’d grown two heads.
Spencer held the title of being the eldest, a fact that remained well-known among us. Furthermore, it was widely acknowledged that he possessed a certain … allure that surpassed our own. If he wasn’t a politician, he would have been an actor or a model.The bastard looked good even in casual clothes. I couldn’t say the same about his character, though. He might be the Prime Minister of this country but he was so damn rude and so hard on everyone around him, especially the women. I hadn’t had the chance to meet his new nanny yet, but I figured she wouldn’t last long. Spencer was a nightmare to work with.
“Nonsense. I normally don’t approve of this, but Rupert is right. Stick to private VIP areas, use private entrances. You know, go somewhere exclusive . And of course, you have your detail accompanying you— so you’ll be fine. You need to relax for once. The summer holidays are coming and you will be away for most of August. Maja is going to take up all your time and attention.” Mum made herself comfortable in Spencer’s kitchen as she put the kettle on.She has always had a way of saying what needed to be said.
My brother dragged his hand through his hair, probably trying to figure out how to get out of this. I knew him too well. I had been so busy lately that I thought tonight would be good for us to go out. I’d also called James and Andrew so we could all meet up at the club. They weren’t going to expect Spencer for sure— the four of us hadn’t enjoyed a night out together like this in years.
“Fine, but we won’t be staying long. Maja wants us to do something tomorrow,” he finally conceded.
“Whatever, bro, just get ready. The Range Rover is waiting outside. Your muscle is already in there,” I said as I plonked myself down on the chair next to my mother, who was waiting on the kettle.
Spencer’s security was tight. And yeah, maybe he was right, this wasn’t one of the brightest ideas. But Spencer fucking deserved to go out. He was only thirty nine, for Christ’s sake. It wasn’t like he went clubbing every night.Everyone needs to blow steam off at some point.
He went upstairs to get changed, and around twenty minutes later, we were finally in the Range Rover. Mum was settled in the living room and Maja was already fast asleep. I suspected Mum would just spend the night at Downing Street to save her travelling home too late.
Matthews had been talking about this club opening up for weeks. Apparently one of his friends, Jason, was the owner, and he had been nagging me to stop by and check it out. It was a great opportunity to celebrate our new partnership, so I’d agreed to bring some friends along with me.
Twenty minutes later, Spencer’s car dropped us outside Jason’s exclusive new club in one of the best parts of London. Spencer’s detail insisted on dropping us at the back to avoid any public stunts and even more attention. I had made sure Matthews had arranged for us to be allowed into a secluded, separate, and lockable VIP section for complete privacy. Spencer had four bodyguards with him who would not leave his side, so we were a sizeable group. However, since this was my idea, I wasn’t going to complain.At least Spencer is getting out.
The back door opened and a bouncer let us through. If he recognised Spencer, he said nothing. They would be used to celebrities coming in this way and I was well aware of several MPs and other prime ministers before Spencer going to clubs like this— so he most definitely wasn’t the first and wouldn’t be the last, either.
The private area oozed glitz and glam. It was decked out in black and gold. The biggest flatscreen TV I’d ever seen was mounted on a wall, taking up almost the whole space. I had no clue such a size even existed. On it, we could observe the main club area from several angles on a split screen.
The place was already packed, everyone clearly having fun, dancing, and drinking cocktails and other drinks at the bar.
Spencer sat on the black, velvet sofa, and I joined him. I hadn’t been out in ages, so I was a little nervous about how the night would go for us.
“Only the most lucrative and affluent pussy will be here tonight. So, pay attention and maybe you’ll get lucky, big brother,” I teased him as I smack his chest playfully.
“I get laid regularly, thank you. I thought James told you. It’s not like I am celibate,” he muttered, clearly offended by my comment. He sounded bored, not excited. “Also, you know I can’t hang out in the main area. You can do whatever you please, of course.”
I studied him for a long moment, my lips curving in a lazy smile.
“Yes, Matthews told me you like using Emperor, and I’m not surprised. That place is great. I officially met the ladies earlier tonight, and every one of them is beautiful and smart. Matthews has truly selected the best women willing to put themselves out there,” I told him.
I’d already shared my plans with him two weeks ago. He’d been slightly apprehensive about it at first, but, since he used the club often, he knew it was a good idea for me to keep an eye on things there.
A few of my friends had texted me to say that I had to download TikTok. Everyone who knew me was well aware I didn’t do social media, but they’d all insisted that I had to create an account, because apparently, one of the videos on the platform was going viral and I was in it. I had no fucking idea what they were all talking about, so I’d decided to check it out. When I finally saw what my friends were talking about, I’d nearly flipped.
Valerie, my Valerie, the woman who I’d met in Greece, the best lay that I’d ever had, posted a video of herself dancing as I was passing by, staring at her yesterday. It turned out that she must have given me the false name because her name on TikTok was Veronica. It was a video of us from two years ago. It looked like someone else was filming it standing by the bar, because it captured the moment as I was just going past Veronica while she was dancing, lost in her own world. I remembered that moment. It was the first time I’d seen her and I’d instantly known that she was going to be mine that night. I was so fucking devastated when she left me the next morning without leaving any kind of contact information.Two years later and I am still pining over her.
The video already had five million views since yesterday. I had scrolled through the comments last night and saw that people were hoping she could track me down. They were obviously caught up in the romantic notion of it all and were doing their utmost to reunite us.
I’d re-watched that video at least a hundred times trying to figure out how to best get in touch with her. There were hundreds and hundreds of comments from people saying that apparently they knew me, so I had to act fast. Veronica must live in London, too, and I wanted to meet her, finally, after two long years. I just had no intention of doing it publicly through any social media channels.
“What the fuck?” I muttered to myself, still shocked she was on the video.
“What? What’s going on?” Spencer instantly asked.
“It’s the girl from two years ago, the one I fucked in Greece. She told me her name was Valerie, but it's actually Veronica. She posted the video of us dancing, and I only saw it yesterday. I can’t fucking believe I finally found her,” I told him excitedly. I would have to ask her to take that damn video down as soon as possible. It was generating way too much attention. This could cause lots of problems for me, and potentially, Spencer, too. I passed the phone to him.
“So, she’s been searching for you all this time, too, huh?” he commented.
I didn’t even know why, but I was angry all of a sudden. She shouldn’t have gone online with this, especially since Spencer was the Prime Minister. I had been trying to be more cautious and protect my privacy for his sake.
Maybe my lustful drive got in the way of being realistic about her personality. Maybe beneath that bombshell body she wasn’t the woman for me. I barely knew this woman. She clearly had no reservations about plastering our relationship all over the Internet. She needed to take that video down. But first, I had to find her, which wouldn’t be so hard now. Apart from the amazing sex back in Greece, I didn’t know anything else about this girl.
I was out with my brothers now, but I kept going back to that video, not knowing why. I couldn’t do anything about it at this present time, so I just had to try to enjoy myself and forget about her for at least a few hours.
“Doesn’t fucking matter. She crossed the line, and I’m not happy about it.”
“You don’t look so good. Are you sure you want to socialise tonight?” Spencer asked me.
And now I felt bad that I was going to ruin his night. As far as I knew, he didn’t date, just like me. Ever since Maja’s mother left, he had kept a cool distance with all women.
“Yes, come on. Let’s have fun, brother.” I knew I had to get Veronica out of my head, at least for tonight. She was beautiful, smart, and she most likely lived in London. But, I told myself I’d been living in fantasy land for the past two years thinking we would have been a great match. We obviously weren’t.
“I doubt it,” he muttered, clearly not in the mood for partying tonight.
“Oh, come on. These brick walls here will be with you at all times.” I motioned to his bulky security guys who kept impassive expressions. “Put on those sunglasses I gave you.” I pulled out my shades and handing them to him.
“That would make me look like an idiot.”
“Well, what’s new, brother?” I guffawed.
Spencer glared at me. He motioned to his bodyguards to follow, and we all headed down a long corridor, the loud music heavy in the background. The space was impressive. Everything screamed luxury. There were people everywhere, but it wasn’t too crowded. I was suddenly glad when Spencer listened to me and put the sunglasses on. I insisted on going straight to the first floor where another VIP section was located, this one not completely secluded. James and Matthews were already seated on a large leather sofa, talking when we approached.
“Whoa, I think my eyes are misleading me. This can’t be the one and only Spencer Banks!” Matthews jousted as Spencer sat next to him.
A blonde waitress showed up by our table. “What can I get you?”she asked with a smile plastered on her face.
“The best whiskey you have for all of us,” Spencer suddenly announced.
I was a little shocked that he’d finally decided to loosen up a little. His security detail sat close by, always on alert.
“Rupert dragged me here tonight. Totally unplanned, of course, and maybe not the best idea." He stared at me with the same annoyed expression.
“Fuck me, in that case, that’s definitely an occasion we need to celebrate. I bet all of us could leave this place with women by our side, if we wanted,” Matthews cheered, already drinking a cocktail of some sort. He winked at Spencer.
“Spencer, indeed it’s a surprise to see you.” James lifted his head from his phone. His amber eyes studied him closely.
“What about me, you fucker? I dragged that bastard here so he could have some fun before Maja breaks up for the summer.” I looked directly at him.
“You don’t need to hide away here, but Spencer should keep a low profile. You shouldn’t be here, especially tonight,” James pointed out.
“What the fuck is your issue, mate? Is this about the housing policy in parliament recently? That’s what you’re pissed about?” Spencer appeared frustrated.
Matthews and I exchanged puzzled glances; we were baffled by their exchange. Then the pretty waitress came back with the drinks, so the tension eased up a little.
“You hired the escort who showed up to your house to be your daughter’s nanny, Spencer,” James stated.
I was suddenly all ears.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Matthews and I asked at the same time.
Spencer questioned Matthews with more suspicion this time. “What I’m trying to figure out is why Laura received a call from Emperor asking her to come to my address?”
“Wait a minute." Rowan was perplexed. “Are you implying that your new nanny works for me?”
“No, it’s all a misunderstanding. I requested company for the evening, and she received a phone call and then arrived at my private address which few people know about. She thought she had an interview for the nanny job, and I thought she was there for other reasons,” he clarified.
But I was still fucking baffled.
“I normally use that house for, well, you know what,” Spencer continued. “I wasn’t expecting to interview a potential nanny instead. I had been looking for a nanny and wanted to keep it quiet until I found the best candidate for Maja.”
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that.” I turned to face Matthews who seemed as completely shocked as I was.
How was that possible? No one could have made a mistake like that. It was embarrassing, and we needed to get to the bottom of it. Matthews suggested that maybe there was a mix-up somewhere, but Spencer’s attention was now fixed on the screen. He was frowning, brow scrunched, not listening to Matthews whatsoever. I was very curious about the whole situation and desperately wanted to meet this famous nanny— after I dealt with Veronica, because she sounded like trouble, too.