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Chapter Fifteen (Part 2)

"See when you put it like that-"

"It sounds like you've got yourself a sugar mama." I interrupted him. I saw him cringe a little.

"No, it's not like that, it's..." he paused.

"She wants to get into your pants, Elijah." I laughed. "You got the promotion to junior partner because you're a good lawyer, I assume. But you got that suit cause your managing partner wants to get into those Armani pants."

His face burned red. I giggled which then turned into a chuckle and then it turned into a full on laugh. Elijah finally took a moment only to realise that I was messing with him.

"Oh, you think you're funny, huh, Clarke?" he deadpanned but couldn't suppress the smile the broke out on his face.

I just laughed some more and he finally let out a little chuckle before rolling his gorgeous eyes. "Fine, that was a good one, I'll give you that."

"I'm a regular comedienne." I shrugged playfully. Elijah took a moment to just look at me. "What?"

"Nothing." he said. "I just really thought I'd never see you again." he admitted. There was a shift in the mood as it got more serious.

"I know...that was the plan." I told him.

"Well obviously your plan didn't work."

"I'm aware." I muttered.

"So what now?" he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What do you mean 'What now'?"

"You know what I mean." he replied dryly. I sighed as we settled into a slightly tensed silence. I hadn't even noticed that my hand was resting on the table until Elijah's hand enveloped mine.

I retracted my hand much to his dismay. I busied my fingers with the necklace that hung from my neck. I trailed my index finger along the silver ring, trying to calm my thoughts.

"If you're trying to get me to go on a date with you or something you should remember that I don't date."

"And you haven't even told me why."

"Because I just don't." I tried very hard not to sound defensive but it came out awfully guarded. "Look, I just can't date."

"Yes, she can't, because I won't let her." my father's voice caused Elijah to jump out of his seat.

"Mr Clarke, sir." he stuttered. "Uhm..."

"Who are you and what is this I hear about dating?" my father didn't even try to not sound hostile at all.

"I..." Elijah sort of froze.

"Dad, cut it out." I rose to my feet and funny enough, even in my heels, both men towered over me. "This is Elijah, Elijah, this is my father Jason Clarke." I formally introduced them to each other.

"It's an honour to meet you, sir." Elijah said respectfully extending his hand. My father glared at his hand.

"Dad." I warned. My father shook Elijah's hand. I saw Elijah's expression falter a bit and I realised that my father was probably trying to break Elijah's hand with his vice grip. "Dad." I warned once more.

My father reluctantly released his hand. Elijah moved his fingers a bit, probably to check if everything was still functioning as it should be.

"Megan, we're going." My father said.

"Okay, I'll meet you at the car in five." I said, hinting that I wanted some privacy with Elijah. Well, as much privacy as we could get in the middle of a gala. My father looked like he didn't wanna go until I pouted and he sighed.

"I'm watching you, Elijah." my father offered Elijah one last glare before leaving. I shook my head.

"Sorry about him." I chuckled. "He's a bit-"

"Intense." Elijah interrupted me, rubbing his hand. I chuckled.

"Just a bit."

"So...is that why you can't date? Your dad?" he started.

"No." I chuckled. "He was just messing with you."

"So you come from a long line of comedians."

I laughed. "Oh, Elijah, you don't know the half of it."

"So why can't you..." I knew what he was going to ask so I shook my head mid-question and he just faded off.

I took his jacket from the back of the chair I was sitting on and I took my purse from the table. I then stepped as close as I could to him. I gave him his jacket and just draped it over his arm and he looked down at me.

Looking up into his eyes and trailing my own down the bridge of his nose to briefly rest on his lips. I looked back into his eyes. I had to resist every instinct I had to just grab his face and kiss him. I knew I would just be asking for something I wasn't ready for because I knew what potential feelings he could stir up.

I had to avoid attaching myself to Elijah because I had a vague idea of how much I could feel for him if I let myself and even that vague thought had me so scared.

"I'm so sorry, Elijah, but I cannot go on a date with you because I do not have it in me." my words were low, apologetic and very true.

"Megan-" he started. I put my hand on his cheek and he kept quiet. I felt his stubble beneath my palm and I avoided his eyes as he mirrored my actions, his hand caressing my cheek. "Why does this feel final?" he whispered.

"I'm sorry, Elijah."

As he leaned in, I was quick to step and briskly walk out of the hall. By the time I was outside my breathing was slightly laboured. I had to stop for a second to catch my breath and collect my thoughts.

My hand immediately went to my necklace, caressing the ring that hung from it.

I didn't know why I was so scared to go on one stupid date with him but at the same time I knew exactly why I couldn't bring myself to do it.


A/N Hello pancakes! Here's one more update, I hope you liked it.

Does anyone have any ideas as to why Megan is freaking out at the idea of a date,specifically with Elijah?

Lemme know what your thoughts are, I always like to hear what you're thinking.

Oh, btw, I'm in college now, yaaaas!! It's super exciting yet super stressful at the same time but I'll update as much as I can.

Love ya

xoxo

K