Chapter 268 Chapter 268

Chapter 268 Chapter 268
Elliot runs into the bedroom and slams the door.

I stare at his family in horror.

Christopher’s eyes are as wide as saucers.

“Kathryn Landon,” he whispers in shock.

The bedroom door opens back up in a rush, and Elliot grabs my arm and drags me in and slams the door behind us.

I put my hands over my eyes.

“No, no, no, no,” I whisper. “That did not happen. Tell me that didn’t happen.”

Elliot is pacing, his hands are in his hair.

“Deelan is a fucking dead man,” he fumes.

I slap him with both hands on the chest like a drum as I lose control and spiral into a panic.

“Oh my God, Elliot. They’ll think I’m a ho. They’ll think I’m a ho.”

“You think you’ve got fucking problems,” he whispers angrily as he points to his dick: it looks hard and angry. “Not exactly what I want to show my mother before breakfast, Kathryn.”

“Elliot,” Deelan calls through the door.

“Prepare to die, fucker,” Elliot hisses.

“Should . . . we go?”

“Yes. No. I want Mom and Dad to meet Kate,” he calls.

I put my head in my hands.

“They already met me, being a fucking whore bag,” I whisper in despair.

Elliot’s eyes widened.

“Just a minute,” he calls loudly.

“Get dressed,” he whispers as he marches into the closet.

I ran after him like a child.

“What will I say to them?”

He stares at me as if completely lost for words and then shrugs.

“That you like my dick.”

The situation overwhelms me and I put my hands over my mouth and burst out laughing.

“Will you be serious?” I whisper.

“Listen, I don’t know what you should say.” He digs around in my suitcase. “I’ve got my own worries. I just showed my mother my hairy helmet.”

I laugh hard, trying to keep quiet.

“What the hell is a hairy helmet?”

“A colossal troublemaker.”

He throws a dress at me.

“Get. Fucking. Dressed.”

Elliot pulls up his jeans commando-style and throws a T-shirt over his head.

He looks down at his crotch.

“Now you decide to go down, after you’ve already ruined my fucking life,” he whispers angrily.

I smile as I throw my dress over my shoulders and pull it down, run into the bathroom and smooth out my dress and quickly wash my face.

Elliot goes to the door and holds his hand out for me.

“Come.”

I close my eyes, dread filling my every cell.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.”

My eyes search his.

“Is it really fine?”

“Not in the least, it’s abysmal.”

He opens the door and pulls me out of the bedroom.

We find his family all sitting in the living room.

Christopher, Elias, and Deelan are all wearing goofy grins, as if this is the best thing to ever happen. His mum and dad are pensive and on the other couch.

“Mom and Dad.” Elliot holds his hand out. “This is Kathryn. Kathryn, this is Elizabeth and George, my parents.”

His mother fakes a smile and stands.

“Lovely to meet you.”

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper as I shake her hand. “To meet you like this is my worst nightmare.”

George stands.

“Could have been worse, dear, you could have been on one of those hard surfaces.”

The boys all burst out laughing, and my cheeks heat with a blazing fire. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my entire life.

“That’s impossible. I’m a virgin, Dad,” Elliot mutters as he kisses his mother’s cheek. “Sorry, Mom.”

She smiles adoringly up at her son.

“That’s okay, dear, sorry to interrupt.”

She turns her attention back to me.

“So . . . Kathryn.”

“Kate,” Elliot corrects her.

My heart hammers so hard in my chest that I can hear it in my ears.

“Kathryn—you work for us, don’t you?” George asks.

“Yes, sir.” I cringe. Kill me now.

“She’s the head of IT in London.” Elliot smiles proudly. “Damn good at her job, too.”

Elizabeth smiles softly as she stares at me. I can feel her gaze as she assesses every inch.

“Who wants coffee?”

Deelan stands.

“Me,” I answered way too fast.

“Me, yes please. Yes, me too,” they all answer.

Deelan looks at Elias and Christopher.

“Come help,” he says.

The boys both stand and Deelan knocks twice on the table as he walks past it.

“Now, that is a hard surface.”

Elias chuckles as he walks past a cabinet and knocks twice on it too.

“Rock hard,” he says.

They disappear into the kitchen and we hear another two loud knocks on the wall.

“Found another one,” Christopher calls.

Elliot pinches the bridge of his nose and George smiles.

“Don’t mind them, dear, small things amuse small minds.”

He walks in after them.

“So, this is the girl you brought home for me to meet?” Elizabeth says.

“This is her, Mom,” Elliot replies.

Nerves simmer.

“Don’t mind this morning, my dear, I’m well equipped. I have brought up four very unruly boys, you must remember.”

I nod, grateful for her kindness.

“What are you doing today, Kate?” she smiles. “I’d like to take you to lunch.”

Elliot frowns, uncomfortable with her suggestion.

“That’s not necessary, Mom—”

“Nonsense, Elliot,” she cuts him off. “When you called ahead and told me you had someone you wanted me to meet, I assumed she was from New York.”

My eyes flick to Elliot: you rang ahead?

“But now that I know I only have limited time to get to know her, I’m taking Kate to lunch.” Her eyes flick to me. “That’s if she wants to, of course.”

This is the last thing on earth I want to do.

“That would be lovely,” I lied.

Elliot looks like he just swallowed a fly.

She smiles.

“I’ll have Henderson pick you up at one.”

I nod. Please earth, swallow me up into a sinkhole, never to be recovered.

“Great.”

She stands.

“George,” she calls. “We’re leaving.”

“I didn’t have my coffee yet.”

“We’ll get one for breakfast.”

It’s blatantly obvious who’s the boss around here.

She turns to me.

“I’ll see you at one?”

I nod.

“And we have a family dinner tonight at Deelan’s. You can meet all of my beautiful grandchildren.”