Blame It On Pride

Y/n's POV:

'Rafe, please let go of me,' I ask as his eyes widen, however it's temporary as it immediately twists into a frown and clenched jaw, 

I retrieve my hand however before I could do anything rather else, he grasps my chin and forces for me to look at him, 

'You will regret that, a lot Y/l/n, I promise you.'

'Promises are a big thing,' I mutter as he smirks and leans in, his cold breath makes me tingle down my spine,

'Oh I know love and I will make sure that this one is a big thing on you.' He threatens as he then leans back, his thumb sets on my bottom lip as he brushes it swiftly, he is not smirking this time, not prancing about his claimants, he is serious, he means it...

He then lets go of me entirely and paces towards the threshold and eventually leaves my room, I am still stood there, frozen, I raise my fingers and brush them on the imprint of his fingers, I knew that I shouldn't have complied to him, that what I did was the right choice, it's just, what If I'd do that, what if I would be on my knees for Rafe right now?

I don't understand what has this become, we are supposed to despise each other for life, and we do, he hates me, I hate him, however we let out our collected rage by...by having all these sexual moments, him caressing me, fondling with me and viewing it as something to be entertained about...

I try to push the thought aside, I need to get ready and get this day over with, tomorrow I am going home, and then I won't have to see him again, I probably will but we will not at least be in ten miles radius, and I am relieved...right?

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Finishing up, I glare at the time and realise that it's actually time to get ready for the...party that should make us feel more relaxed, however I feel more stressed and tensed up rather than relaxed, 

Alright, make this quick, 

I have categorised a pile that will go into the bag in the morning that I still require such as clothes for today and tomorrow, hairbrush, toothbrush and some less vital essentials, 

I start getting ready, makeup, hair, curling it slightly at the ends and the bifurcating the locks to make them look more natural and then the dress, 

It's a vermilion-dark red, harlot-red I'd say, it reaches approximately the middle of my thighs, cut that sweeps up my right leg in the garment, two-thin straps on the shoulders-section and a 'v' cut, completing the look with a black purse and some black heels to match the bag,

I then quickly walk towards the counter, gather all my belongings and closing the door, I walk downstairs, 

My eyes immediately meet with his, he is wearing a loose-black blouse, top-two buttons already open, some black trousers that the blouse is tucked in, reaching his torso and some black shoes, his hand in his pocket as he stands there, drinking something that looks like coffee, he throws the cup into the bin, his eyes are examining me, tracing down my whole body and back up, he then walks towards me, quite close, I expect him to whisper something erotic as he always does, but this time he walks past me, clasping the keys from the countertop and glancing at me, 

'Coming?' He tersely asks, is he serious? Absolutely nothing?

'Yes I am.' I respond as he then nods and walks towards the door, letting us out and walking towards the car...

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Absolutely the same happened there, no emotion, no whispering and commanding to do something to pleasure him and...and maybe me?

He did some stuff, but that just made me realise that he was not even trying, that's the way he is, his natural self, the way he switches the transmission, drives the vehicle, places his hand on the back of my seat, maybe I was exhilarating it? 

Maybe he is naturally like that and when he did some type of fondling, he did it at absolute ease, he did win anyone he wants, accounting his confidence and his incentives to be so confident and assured of himself, 

He always gets what he needs, despite the ramifications, despite the consequences...

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Pulling over, the iridescent light illuminates from the entrance of the club, people laughing, clamouring and bantering with each other, sharing drinks and walking in and out, I then see Lewis and some of his co-workers, me and Rafe step out of the car, meeting them all as they greet us with huge-exuberant grins on their faces, 

'So glad you made it, let's do it,' Lewis initiates whilst we walk towards the entrance, he introduces his friends to us, a blonde girl with glinting-blue eyes is Sarah, her girlfriend, Maria, complete antithesis, black-curly hair with brown eyes as they walk, holding hands and another man, he has wavy hair, it's fading from brown into tawny and he has green-basil eyes, we all chat for a bit and then, we are standing in front of an enormous door, the security making sure that we are over the age limit as I hear people from the inside, 

Dancing, having fun, some making out, some searching for a place to curl up into and some are simply getting wasted, I sigh heavily as I incidentally met eyes with Rafe once again, 

I guess we have to do it...