If I hadn't found out the truth, I would be raising hell out of sheer spite right about now. I would have clung to him and demanded that he carry me, forcing my scent all over him. Now, as I noticed the wary look in Elliot's eyes, I merely wiped my face and turned away calmly. "Let's go."Elliot froze for a moment, utterly caught off guard.We stayed quiet on the drive home. He kept replying to someone's messages while I scrolled through the wedding-dress photos my father had sent me.Just then, he blurted out, "Stop the car."I turned, puzzled. He smoothly hid his phone and said shortly, "Something's come up. I need to make a trip to the south side of the city. Ms. Graf, you should take a cab back."Rivergate was being hammered by heavy rain, and it was around 4 to 5 a.m. right now. The streets were absolutely desolate. I opened my mouth to refuse, but Elliot had already opened the door and shoved me outside. The alcohol hit my system like a train wreck right then and there.
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