Zora Walter is my fiancee.

Chapter 3

I did my stuff at the very last minute. I never met up with time and getting out of my cozy bed was something I always did with difficulty.  I was lazy, I knew that much and it was funny because I worked as a waitress in a restaurant. 

"It's 12:30, Zora," Kathy shouted as she strolled into the room. "Don't keep your Prince Charming waiting." She threw me a wink and I glared at her.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work, Kat?" I groaned, slipping into baggy pants, and a purple crop top. "I could do without your presence."

"I love you too." She laughed, as her eyes wandered over me. "What are you wearing?" 

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my phone from the table. "Whatever it looks like," I replied with a grin pulling the hoodie over my head. "I'm off."

When I called in sick at my workplace, I was granted permission immediately which surprised me because not only were we short on waitresses these days, the manager wasn't someone that approved shitty excuses to skip work.

"Get some chocolates on your way back," Kathy screamed behind me as I rushed down the stairs.

I flagged a taxi down, making sure to pull the hoodie over my face. "Shirley Restaurant," I muttered as I entered and the driver raced off. 

I noticed the glances the man threw at me multiple times so I was very grateful when we finally got to the restaurant. Slipping the money into his hand, I pulled my face mask up as I walked into the restaurant.

My eyes traveled around the entire restaurant and I grunted when I didn't catch the sight of Elliot Garrett. 

I fondled my back pocket, as I took out my phone when it beeped.

"Turn to the right. The second table is by the window. Don't attract an audience." 

I rolled my eyes as I did as the message told me and my eyes settled on a table. A man was sitting alone and like me, he had a big hoodie that covered most of his face. I strolled towards the table and I didn't miss the frequent glances I got from the tables.

"Are you-"

"Have your seat." A deep voice said under the hoodie and I did. He raised his head slightly so I could see his eyes and the electric blue eyes ascertained that indeed the man was Elliot Garrett.

"But-" I let out a chuckle as I did a once over. "You look like a high schooler. You should not-" the words got lost in my throat as he fixed me a glare.

"Right! Sorry." I muttered, looking away. 

"I would get straight to the point, miss." He hissed, and my eyes shifted to his fisted knuckles. "You messed things up and you will sort it out." 

His voice had this edge to it and I swallowed.

"I'm sorry I put you in trouble. I didn't know you are-"

"Elliot Garrett, yeah." He rolled his eyes. "Of course, you don't. Since you go around kissing people for whatever reasons you have."

I gulped, fiddling with the edge of my hoodie. 

"I'm sorry," I repeated in a whisper. "And I am willing to take full responsibility."

"Full responsibility, indeed." He chuckled darkly and even as his hoodie covered most of his face, I could see his lips curl up tentatively. "Sneaking out is your way of taking full responsibility."

"Look, I-"

"I'm not here to listen to your rants." He cut me off. "You caused this and you will clear it up." 

He had a thing for cutting people off, that was for sure.

"If I don't want to clear things up, Mr. Garrett, I wouldn't be here. So can you just say how to go about it? I don't exactly fancy going out covering my whole face cuz of the media and I'm sure you don't either."

"Be my girlfriend." 

My heart began to palpitate, as I gaped at him. "Huh?"

"Be my girlfriend." He repeated this time his voice raised a bit. He turned away from the peering eyes of a couple. "I have less than five minutes to spend here, so give me a response and let's be done with this."

"Your girlfriend?" I whisper shouted, the sound of it seeming absurd to me. "We are here to sort this out and you want me to be your girlfriend? Are you crazy or something?" 

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. His girlfriend? How was that supposed to solve this issue? And the way he said it like it was nothing to him. Of course, it was nothing to him since I was the one that kissed him.

I cringed at that.

"You caused it and like you said, you will take full responsibility." I was just starting to realize how arrogant Elliot Garrett sounded. Like he was commanding me, telling me what to do and I must. "Or to put it simply, be my fiancee."

"Like that's any better," I muttered with a glare as I got up, my bag in my arm. 

"Like I would want a lowly person to be with me." I blinked at what he said. A lowly person? Did he just refer to me as someone lowly? "Look, it's just for some time." He assured, rubbing his temples. "I shouldn't even be pleading with you. You caused this and you must sort it out."

"I'm done with this conversation," I muttered with a glare. "A lowly person?" I repeated, laughing out loud, and I received a few glances. 

"It will be a deal." Elliot Garrett said with a deep sigh. "And please, don't shout. I can't deal with the reporters now."

I sat back down, after all, I brought this on myself, didn't I? "Talk something reasonable, otherwise." 

"I will pay you." He persuaded. "Say your amount and it will be done."

I slammed my bag on the table, and more people glanced our way as Elliot Garrett pushed his face into his hoodie. 

"Pay me?" I chuckled, raising my voice. "I came here to resolve an issue not to argue, Mr. Garrett."

"Elliot Garrett?"

"Is that really Elliot Garrett?" 

"That's his girlfriend?" 

"Are they breaking up?"

My eyes widened and I turned to face the man who had a murdering glare on me and I swallowed. He grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the table, just before any of the customers had the mind to come after us.

"It's Elliot Garrett." Someone screamed behind us as the hoodie fell off his face. 

As if that was a sign to everyone in the restaurant, they took their phone and the lights blinded me. 

"Not again," I muttered to myself as the man dragged me out of the restaurant. 

"You are dead meat, bitch." He swore. Soon enough, people surrounded us and pushed their phones toward us.

"Tell us, Mr. Garrett." One of the ladies said and I groaned, as I felt Elliot's hand hold mine tightly. "Are you really in a relationship with Zora Walter?"

How they got my name was beyond me. Elliot muttered words under his breath as he walked in a direction. I shook my head rapidly just as the people multiplied and like I had expected, reporters trooped in, pushing through the masses, as they moved closer to us.

"Shit!" Elliot Garrett cussed as he flashed a smile to the cameras, and waved at them.

"Is she really your girlfriend, Mr. Garrett?" 

"What about Miss. Myles?"

"How do your Parents feel about her relationship with you?" 

I swallowed, copying the guy as he grinned widely at them and I cringed knowing well that my smile was fake, as much as his was too. I looked back at him, knowing fully well there was absolutely no way I could escape from their clutches this time.

I gasped when Elliot Garrett pulled me closer to him, his hands sliding around my waist as he dashed me a smile.

"Yes, Zora Walter is my fiancee."