Can I Have This Dance?

It's been seven months since Tara left. Seven months since his heart was broken. Seven months since he decided to move on but couldn't. Elliot was back to being the most eligible bachelor in the city of New York, and once the news spread that he was no longer in a relationship, every woman and their mother tried to catch his eye especially since they knew he needed a woman to be able to get ownership of his grandfather's multi-billion-dollar company SEM Group, which was now run by his father after his grandfather's demise. Elliot couldn't care less about getting into a new relationship, in fact, he strongly believed Tara would be back and he planned on waiting for her but he couldn't wait for her to return before stepping up. He had always been interested in taking over the company since he was younger, following his father to the office, asking him questions, helping him solve problems and even studying business management in college but it seemed like the time to take over was comi

Wanda was moving the last of her things from her car into Elliot's house. She was tired and hungry and wanted to nap, Elliot helped her move, doing most of the heavy lifting but she spent the previous night packing and sorting things out. She didn't need to bring a lot of things, she didn't intend to either but by the time she started, she couldn't stop to decide what needed to be taken and what didn't need to. Elliot had laughed when he saw her things, he was surprised at the number of things she brought. "Do you want to live with me forever?" He joked. She felt embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I have a problem with my stuff."He could see she was feeling bad. "It's okay, there's more than enough space for your things."After moving everything, Wanda dusted her hands and closed the car door. "Okay, I'm done.""Oh good. Do you want to get something to eat?"She thought he wouldn't ask. "Yes please, I'm famished." He nodded, "I know a place, let me get my keys." ~~~~~Elliot guided Wanda in

Ever since the day Elliot's friends came over, something between them changed. Elliot was like a new person, it was obvious he was avoiding her and trying to set boundaries between them. Wanda couldn't understand what went wrong between them, the way he treated her hurt because she was beginning to like him. She thought she did something wrong but every time she tried to talk about it he would change the subject. He went to work more often than usual and stayed out later than he normally would and although she was dying to confront him about it, she knew she couldn't. He wasn't her real fiancee so he didn't owe her any explanation. It was his house so he could do whatever he wanted. His parent's charity ball was coming up soon and Wanda doubted they would be able to convince people they were a real couple if things were this unsettled between them. Determined to make things work, she told herself she would talk to Elliot about what was going on and try to solve it when he returned hom

Tara was folding clothes into her suitcase. Her phone was in between her head and shoulder. "I'm flying in on Sunday evening." She was on the phone with her assistant. "I don't care Sophia. Just get my place cleaned." Tara was a famous romance novel writer, she had best-selling books everywhere but after her break-up with Elliot and her relocation, she hadn't written anything good. After leaving Elliot and running to London, she tried meeting and dating other guys but they never lasted. She missed Elliot and she wanted to contact him but she stopped herself every time. She had never regretted their split, although she knew the way she went about it was cold. With time, she began to miss him but the fact that he didn't try to call her made her upset, he had her London number so there was no excuse. She thought he was crazy about her, he always said he was so why wasn't he reaching out? She knew how much Elliot loved her and she could swear on her life that there was no way he would mo

"Wanda." Elliot burst into her room, waking her up. "You've got to get up." She was startled. "What's wrong?" "My parents are coming over for dinner tomorrow evening." She hit him on the chest. "You scared me." She yelled at him. "I thought the house was on fire or something." "Why aren't you as worried as I am?" "Because there is nothing to be worried about. I've met them before." She covered herself again and tried to go back to sleep "We need to do something about the house." He pulled her blanket off her. "There's no touch of you in it." She frowned and sat up. "What do you want me to do?" "First of all, we need pictures." He helped her out of bed. "I've got frames and a printer. We just need the images."Wanda grumbled and followed him. After they both took their baths, they took some pictures, changing outfits to make it believable. They even went to the cafe near the house and took some pictures there. "What next?" She asked him. "I'll print the pictures." He said. "Yo