our best mistake • mileven

3.

EL'S POV

"you have got to be shitting me." i groan and throw my head back as i read the texts in the giant family group chat.

aunt kelly: dinner tonight!!

abuela: oh el honey, bring your boyfriend!

aunt carol: yes! we want to see the lucky man before you bring him on the trip.

i rush to text my reply but someone grabs my phone before i could.

"he— mike!" i shout, "give that back!"

he sits down, "i'm reading the texts and don't say anything yet. we can't just show up on the trip and say we're dating, we should tell them now and then explain."

"explain what?"

"that we are keeping it a secret but blah blah." he says as i sigh and nod slowly.

he hands my phone back, "good. glad you understand." he stands up and walks off.

"ass." i mumble.

"i heard that, ellie." he teases as i scoff just as he turns the corner.

after a few seconds, i see mike text the chat.

michael wheeler: don't worry, he'll show.

"i hate myself for being so dumb." i whisper to myself and bang my head down on the desk.

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MIKE'S POV

"you ready to go?" i ask el as she stands up.

my eyes travel from her face to her legs. her dress is hot as fuck.

"yeah," she answers me then notices my gaze, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"where'd you get the dress?" i ask her before clearing my throat.

"i have an extra in my locker just in case we need to see a client. you obviously don't need it since your closet only contains button ups, blazers and pants." she grabs her bag as i smirk, "you've been paying attention, it seems."

she rolls her eyes, walking past me.

"so what's our story?" i ask her as she shrugs, "i don't know! we'll just make one up on the way. it's the basic stuff, in the office and you helped me with something and something sparked and then we just clicked."

i nod as she goes to press on the elevator.

just as we enter the elevator, both of our phones ding and in unison, we both take it out and look at the text.

hugo: can i bring my girlfriend?

"what the fuck." el groans as i type a reply.

me: no whores allowed.

i look over to el, seeing her lips curve up into a smile before breaking into a fit of giggles.

hugo: don't call her a whore.

me: i saw your girlfriend at a club wearing a thong and bra.

me: wait or is it the last girl because you throw them aside like fuck toys?

"mike, that's the family chat." el says through her laughs but i only shrug and grin down at my phone.