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2025-02-14 14:45:34Susan
I barely had a moment to breathe after Manuel’s cryptic words before my phone buzzed. Elliot: Come outside. Now. My stomach twisted. I could already imagine his expression...dark, possessive, barely holding his temper in check. Sighing, I grabbed my coat and stepped out of the building. The moment I stepped out of the building, I spotted Elliot leaning against his car, arms crossed, his entire posture radiating controlled fury. The city lights reflected in his sharp eyes, and as I walked toward him, I braced myself for the storm that was about to come. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?” His voice was low, but the anger in it was unmistakable. I exhaled, already exhausted. “Not tonight, Elliot.” He pushed off the car, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. “Not tonight? Are you serious? You think I’m just going to stand by and watch while Fernandez treats you like some prize he’s about to claim?” I let out a bitter laugh. “So that’s what this is about? Jealousy?” His jaw clenched. “You’re damn right I’m jealous.” I scoffed, shaking my head. “Elliot, you’re acting like I’m cheating on you when the truth is, you and I...” “We’re not broken up,” he cut in sharply, his voice edged with something raw. “No matter how hard you try to push me away, we’re not fucking over, Susan.” I let out a harsh breath, frustration building. “Elliot, what do you expect me to do? Quit my job because Manuel Fernandez wants to work with me? Reject a career opportunity just to make you feel better?” His nostrils flared. “I expect you to stop pretending this is just about work.” My stomach twisted. He saw right through me. He stepped even closer, his breath warm against my face. “I know you, Susan. And I know when you’re running.” I stiffened. “I’m not running.” “Bullshit,” he spat. “First, you take my mother’s money...” I flinched, my fists clenching. “I already told you why I did that.” “And then you start pulling stunt after stunt to push me away.” He laughed bitterly. “You really think I didn’t notice?” I swallowed hard. He shook his head, his voice quieter now, but no less intense. “Do you know how much it fucking kills me, watching you try to make me hate you? Watching you act like we’re nothing? Like this is nothing?” Something in me cracked. “What do you want me to do, Elliot?” I snapped, my voice breaking. “Defy your mother? Fight an impossible battle just to be with you? You don’t understand what it’s like to be constantly reminded that I’ll never be good enough for your family!” His expression twisted, pain flashing across his features. “You are good enough.” “No, I’m not,” I whispered, my throat tightening. “Not to them. And eventually, they’ll break us.” His hands curled into fists at his sides. “You really believe that?” I swallowed against the lump in my throat. “I know that.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. The weight of everything settled between us, suffocating and unbearable. Then, Elliot exhaled sharply. “You’re wrong, Susan.” His voice was quieter now, but filled with unshakable conviction. “The only thing that can break us… is you walking away.” I squeezed my eyes shut, hating how much his words affected me. “I love you,” he murmured, and it wasn’t a declaration...it was a plea. A desperate, broken plea. “But I can’t keep fighting for us alone.” Tears burned the back of my eyes. Then, my phone buzzed, breaking the moment. I pulled it out, my fingers trembling. The second I saw the message, my stomach dropped. “How much longer do I have to wait, Susan?” Mrs. Prescott. Shit. Elliot noticed the shift in my expression instantly. “What is it?” I hesitated for half a second, then tilted the screen just enough for him to see. His face turned to stone. His gaze lifted to mine, sharp and cold. “You’re still talking to her.” I opened my mouth, but no words came out. His voice was eerily calm. “How long were you planning to keep this up?” The air between us felt razor-sharp. My pulse pounded. I wanted to lie. I wanted to find some way to smooth this over. But I couldn’t. Because the truth was, I had no answer. And the worst part? I think Elliot already knew that.Related chapters
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