Blame It On Pride

Y/n's POV:

After stepping out of the plane that Cameron landed, we were greeted by a chauffeur stepping out of the black-polished vehicle, as then there's another lady stepping closer to us, she had black hair that fluttered over her shoulders, wearing a beige dress that depicted on her figure and lastly black heels that matched her hair ideally,

'I apologise about the misgiving of our pilot-'

'Misgiving? Lady, I'm not sure if you have noticed, but your granted pilot is dead.' Rafe remarks as he steps closer,

'He was possibly poisoned, he is being take to inspection and autopsy, we shall discover it then, however for now, we've brought too much heed to us, we need to keep you two as camouflaged as possible, please.' The lady mutters as she gestures towards the vehicle, suggesting for us step in.

'Where are we going?' Cameron asks,

'Somewhere to sit out for now, in the morning we will contact you.'

Rafe scoffs and steps closer to the vehicle, he gazes at me as I follow,

The chauffeur opens the door and let's both of us in, closing the door, the 'mysterious' woman steps into another car, as the chauffeur instigates the ignition and begins driving...

It's already dusk, twinkling lights of the populated city were descending over the whole purlieu, a throng of citizens gathered, crossing the mighty streets, some holding hands, some a bottle of vodka,

It is beautiful, mesmerising even, especially at night, I am at least sure of it...

'Where are you taking us?' Rafe inquires the chauffeur as he demands answers,

'I have navigations that would lead us to the Historic Harlem,'

'And where the fuck is that?'

'I am not sure really, but it's a portable apartment, it will provide you for one night, then we will move on.'

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It was an enormous construction, it didn't look drastic, it looked nice and quite comfortable actually, we Cameron was externally furious, since well, he is all luxurious-and-super-rich.

'In the morning, you will receive a call and if you need anything, here is the number to dial, call us and good night.' The man conveys, as he steps back into his car,

'What the fuck?' Rafe scolds, as we step towards the apartment, and opening the door, my eyes momentarily depict on something I feared the most to see,

'I am not sleeping on the fucking floor.' Rafe already warns, as he steps closer to the poster bed that was situated in front of us, after walking through the compact-vestibule,

'Neither am I.' I mumble, he smirks and gazes at me,

'Fine, you will actually be honored then.' He responds, as he begins to unbutton his shirt, and taking it off completely, I met with his fully-shirtless physique, his broad chest followed by his chiselled abs and then his shoulders, he then steps closer to the bed,

'My eyes are here, darling.' He muses as I snap out of the trance,

'I was not looking anyways.' I taunt as he then nods in disbelief and moving the duvet, he lies onto the mattress beneath him,

My eyes examine the apartment,

There's a vestibule that we have already crossed, then there's a door that supposedly leads to the bathroom, a soft carpet beneath our feet, two night tables at each side of the poster-bed, the walls are in beige hues, the ceiling in mainly white, as in front of the bed, there's a TV,

I am not ready to be in one bedsheets as him, after all, he did make my life a living nightmare, instead I decided to check out the bathroom, I can feel his eyes inspecting me as I open the bathroom door and step inside, it's quite basic, marble floor and walls, the ceiling depicting on the identical hues as the main area of the apartment, a shower at one side and a sink next to it, a massive mirror attached to the wall and a toilet in the further corner,

'This apartment is so cheapskate.' Rafe scoffs as he shuffles in bed, searching for a more comfortable position,

'Get over yourself.' I mutter as I switch off the lights from the bathroom,

'And you don't get to talk.'

Right...

I step closer to the bed and contemplate if,

Should I? I mean, I am not sleeping on the floor and that would be exalting to him, he then is going to be the one who got the bed and I cannot let that happen, if he gets it, so do I.

I sweep the duvet aside as I take off my shoes and swiftly lie beneath the sheets, I can feel his smirk even from the back of my head,

'You better remember this, since you'll never get the chance again.' He taunts,

I lean over and turn off the lights, it's murky dark, all I can depict on are the produced sounds of the outside,

Vehicles over the road, people bantering and clamouring, and then, Rafe's fucking breath,

I cannot distract myself from the fact that I am in one bed with my sworn enemy, he was the incentive on why I languishingly tried to get away,

He always mocked me, laughed at me, made me feel dejected and received satisfaction from that, and now, I am beneath one bedsheets with him, his frosty breath launching at my neck, however he then shifts and manoeuvres himself on his back, I glimpse and notice him facing the ceiling, his chest raises and halts back down, leisurely, as one of his hands rest on his chest and another one above his head,

'Sleep and stop staring.' He mutters as I catch his eye on mine, I momentarily look the other way,

'I was not...'

'Keep telling that to yourself, we both know you cannot resist me,'

'Now that is not true-'

'Oh really?' He muses, as I feel him moving closer to me, his scent hitting my nostrils,

His fingers sweep over my legs and slowly trace higher following by the legacy of teeming-tingles, I can feel his rings, cool against my skin, his veins, his long fingers against me, his head moves closer to mine as he rests his head besides mine, his chin against my shoulder, his cold breath on my ear,

'Why haven't you pushed me aside then?' He mutters, as his fingers reach higher and higher, my whole body filled with shivers, for some dim-witting motive, I cannot fucking move, I feel paralysed,

I cannot push his hand aside, I cannot step out of the bed, I cannot push him aside in general, I can just lay there, as his hair strands glide over my cheek, his fingers sliding over my body and his fragrance surrounding me,

His fingers then slide over my neck, lacing me in goosebumps, his lips inches away from my cheek, closer to my ear,

My heart palpitates and I feel the perspiration gnawing at me, my breath hitches, his cocksureness is irritating, I move my head and glare right into his eyes,

'I cannot sleep if you're touching me like that.'

'You don't like it?' He asks, as he slowly slides his fingers lower,

'Good night, princess.' He mutters as he parts away from me and gets back in the identical position he was before, hand above his head, facing the ceiling and his other hand over his chest,

I snap out of it as I begin to breathe properly, a bit frantic and fretted...