𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

8- Dangerous Wedding

Welcome to chapter 8 I hope you enjoy!
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It was two days later after thinking about meeting Spencer at his wedding. But I've came to a realization how he will get to explain when he's married to her, like doesn't the bride want to be with the groom?

Not like I'm the one that's supposed to be figuring this out. I still need an apology with tears. I stare at the invitation for a moment. This will be my last encounter with this man. "Hey. Irene?" I hear Elliott talk behind me, I turn to face him.

"Yeah?" I answer, trying not to look at the invitation. Elliot frowns and looks at my hand. "Is that Spencer's invitation to his wedding?" Elliott questions. "Mhm.." I look at him nervously. "You got it from him?"

"Yeah Elliott..is everything okay?" I ask concerned. "Yeah I'm ok but when we are at that wedding tonight I need you to stay with me at all times. It's for your safety." Elliott adds. "What do you mean?" I inquire. "Because I just found out there will be more mafias there which is dangerous." Elliott reveals.

What.

I'm sorry did he just say "mafias?"

I feel my blood boil and my fists clench to my sides. "You ok..?" Elliott walks closer to me. "Perfectly fine." I sigh. "Are you scared or something?" Elliott looks deeper into my eyes. "Can we just..go to your office?" I look away from him. "Sure if it makes you feel better." Elliott grabs my hand and we walk up the stairs.
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Elliott closes the door and sits down.
"I know you're not feeling ok." Elliott concerns. "I'm just scared he'll do that again." I admitted, going towards the chair in front of Elliott's desk before sitting. "Do what and who?" Elliott frowns.

"Remember when I met you at the gala? Before I encountered you and your gang, Spencer was harassing me and warning me about the mafias that were there. He was just..acting crazy and overly concerned about me." I share as my eyes slowly look at the ground uncomfortably.

It was silent for a moment and I gaze uncertainty at Elliot. He seems to be pondering his response. "What is the relationship between you and Spencer?" Elliott asks. "Nothing I guess. The only reason I met him was because of my dad cause he invited him over for something. I'm not sure." I shrug.

"Got it. I'll make sure he doesn't go near you." Elliott indicates. "So..do you have anyone in your life? Like a wife or girlfriend?" I question nervously.

Seems like the perfect time to get to know him, since I'll be here for quite some time.

"No, I don't have the expected requirements for a relationship, even if I do fall in love I'll be possessive, obsessive, easily jealous, clingy, and ruthless about everyone else. I'm not made for relationships." Elliott denies.

Damn not even pushing it but that's exactly my type.

"Wow." I say surprised. "You?" Elliott opens his drawer. "Nope." I shake my head. "What time does the wedding start though?" I inquire, watching Elliott pull out a white piece of paper from his drawer. Elliot scans the paper and pulls the paper from his eyes, "It starts in the afternoon, about 12."

"So basically lunchtime?" I assume. "Yeah." Elliott agrees. "It's 11:55. I should go tell the gang to get ready. And you should get ready as well, make sure you wear something fancy because my dad has opinionated expectations." Elliott stands up from his chair. I stand up as well and we both walk out of his office. As I was walking the other way I hear Elliott's voice, "Meet us downstairs."