His Girl

54 ~ Cena di Famiglia

Courtney's POV

But I don't want to. He can't make me, can he?

I suppose he could.

No he can't.

Yeah he can. Or he can send you back to his work and lock you up in a cell. This is for the best.

40 minutes earlier.

"Hey Courtney," the door flies open and Spencer walks in.

I slowly look up from picking the dirty from my fingernails and inwardly groan. "What?"

"We're having a family dinner. Be ready by six." A family dinner? I'm not going. I'm not family. I don't have anything to wear. I'm a complete mess. I would have to eat and socialise with people. Definitely not going to happen.

"Yeah not going to happen."

"It wasn't a choice. I've still got a bag of shit for you. Their are dresses in there, as well as makeup and other things you may need. You're going to be ready by five thirty. I'll get you ready if I have to."

"Fine," I sigh and nod.

"Good, I'll go grab the bag."

He soon comes back and chucks the bag at me. I pretend to open it and as soon as he leaves, I chuck it on the floor. There is no way I'm going.

Present time.

I start pacing up and down the bedroom. You've only got less then an hour. But I don't want to go. But what would Spencer do? He could do something really bad. God knows what he is capable of.

The door suddenly swings open and an unimpressed Spencer storms in. Shit!

"Alright, looks like I'll be getting you ready." He mumbles before lunging at me.

He grabs my hair and pulls me towards the ensuite. "Please let go," I plead. You're an idiot Courtney! You should have just got ready.

He lets go of me and leans down to face me. "GO. GET. READY." He hisses, making me jump.

I hastily stand up and walk back into his bedroom. I grab the bag he gave me and pour the contents onto the bed. I find a makeup bag, more basic toiletries and four dresses. But I don't want to wear a dress. I grab one of the dresses but underneath I find more clothes.

I finally choose a pair of black, skinny jeans, a red semi formal, sleeveless top and white cardigan. I turn around to see Spencer sitting on a chair, staring at me. He's probably making sure, I'm going to get ready. I quickly give me a small smile and walk back into the ensuite. I shut the and double check to make sure it's locked. I put the clothes down on the sink and cautiously turn the shower taps on. It's alright Courtney. The doors locked. He won't come in. He's not that kind of guy.

I pull the cardigan on and look at myself in the mirror. It's looks good. Come on, there's no getting out this so you may as well try to be positive. I'm get rudely interrupted when someone starts banging on the door.

"Courtney, get your ass of the bathroom!"

I sigh and walk back to the door. I take a deep breathe and open the door. I come face to face with Spencer and I bite my lip. He's got a black suit and white shirt on. His red tie goes suspiciously well with my red top. He looks me dead in the eye and I quickly lower my glance. He has black, polished lace up shoes on. Why does he look so sexy? No he isn't sexy! Don't bring your feelings into this. Feelings kill.

I walk past him and back to the bag. I grab the makeup bag, hairbrush and perfume and go back into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

I brush my hair and pull it into a messy bun. I pull a few strands out and let them hang loose around my ears. Over the last few months, my hair has gone really curly and of course these people don't have a hair straighter. Not that I really asked for one. I apply a light coat of foundation and do my eye makeup. I spray myself with perfume before putting a necklace around my neck.

I take a deep breath and turn around to come face to face with Spencer. How long has he been there? Why didn't I hear him before?

"And why aren't you wearing a dress?" He questions. Of course he'll start this.

"Look Spencer, I just don't feel comfortable in dresses. I prefer pants but if you want me to wear a dress, I'll change."

"No it's fine. Are you ready?"

"Um nearly. I just need some shoes."

I walk past Spencer and find a black pair of black, ankle boots. They have a small heel and go perfectly with the jeans. I slip them on and follow Spencer out of his room.

"You look really nice Courtney," he suddenly says. I nearly walk into the back of him but quickly stop. The extra pressure on my knee causes me to wince. I probably should of put the knee brace on after my shower. Spencer's right. If I don't wear, I will screw it. It wasn't Ben's fault. The damage is done and I need to start helping myself. Snap out of your pity party!

I follow Spencer into the dinning room and nearly die when I see the amount of people seating or standing around. How can somebody have so many family members?

I cautiously follow Spencer to the table and sit down. Why are there some many people here? I thought it was a family dinner. Surely his family isn't this big. I swear there are over a hundred people here.

"So good to see you out of your bedroom Courtney," I hear someone say. I don't bother to look up, I just nod.

Everyone falls silent and Spencer's dad starts talking.

"Thank you everyone for coming. It's so good to have everyone here at this time." What is he talking about? 'So good to have everyone here at this time?' What happened?

"It's been a while since we've all had a nice family Christmas dinner together." It's Christmas? What? I thought that happened ages ago. What? Wait I'm so confused with dates! Argh! Why is this so confusing?

"I'm so grateful to God for everyone of you. This famiglia is so important to me. Ti amo. Io amo everyone single last one of you. You are my famiglia. You are my life. (Translation: Family. I love you. I love)

After Spencer's dad finishes his speech, dinner comes out. But is it really Christmas?

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