Blame It On Pride

Y/n's

'They're losers, not a slightest clue on why would you even want to talk to them...' Rafe says whilst the driver is taking us to Rafe's...

I don't answers, I am fed up, I just sit in silence, looking through the window, I can feel the way aura around us shifted, it's tenser,

'Look at me when I'm talking to you.' Rafe demands as I glare at him,

'Are you literally mopey because of them? Tomorrow, I'll show better people to be around with,'

'One of your friends? The ones that spend their evening drinking and seducing women in their beds? No thank you.' I respond, he clenches his jaw and rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek,

'I can offer you better than they could possibly even imagine...' He says,

'Rafe, don't think that I feel the same way towards you and them, it's different, you're someone I went to a whole island with, someone who I stayed in an apartment with, in another city, and I do not feel the identical way towards you and them, they are my friends, you're my...boyfriend?'

I doubtfully state, not entirely sure what we actually are, afraid to say something wrong,

He cranes his head back and exhales heavily,

'We'll talk about it after the dinner.' He states, alright, at least he's not saying 'no' straight away, this can be resolves, potentially...

—-

In order to get ready for dinner, we decided to get ready at Rafe's,

I went with classic...

Black dress that hugs my physique, reaching just above my knee, there's a sly cut that steeps up my thigh, two-thin straps on my shoulders, a 'v' cut and black heels that strain around my ankles like a canopy...

Rafe walks in the room, leaning against the door frame, arms folded and that snarky-smirk is on, he's wearing a black blouse, top-two buttons open, tucked in black trousers and belt wrapped around, black polished shoes and a black-navy blazer, unbuttoned,

His eyes linger down my body as he steps closer, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him as he looks in the mirror and I examine our reflection,

His lips trace down my neck as he purposely looks in the mirror in order to meet my eyes,

I grunt in pleasure, his soft lips against my skin will never grow old,

He smiles and placing his lips on my cheek, he whispers,

'All this, just for me...'

He then tries his finger up and down, turning me around, he hovers above me, requiring to bend lower in order to plant a kiss on my forehead,

'Let's go, otherwise we're going to be significantly late.' He says, smirking, he's always down to be late...

—-

Stepping out of the car, I noticed a massive restaurant, me and my family never attended such vast restaurants, It was in white marble, two front poles at the entrance and beautifully trimmed bushes at each side as an ornament...

Rafe opens door for me, offering his hand as I take it, he then holds me by my waist, sometimes his hand would slide on lower-back of mine, his cold fingers and rings making me shiver,

I glance at him once again, his jawline structured and emphasised, he eyes me from above, smiling at my staring,

'Don't make it even harder than it already is love,' He says,

'What's hard?' I ask, smiling, he frowns, clutching me tighter and closer to him, his gaze set on me,

'I am.' He says, what did I expect really?

—-

'Hey sweetheart, oh you're home, thank God, we will talk about everything-' My mother coos, embracing me, squeezing me, I can't breathe,

'Mu-Mum-I can't breathe-' I mumble as she let's go, she then smiles at Rafe, walking towards him as he retrieves a bouquet of flowers for her, asserting all types,

'Oh, you didn't have to, thank you so much Mr. Cameron-'

'Oh please, call me Rafe.' He insists, that bastard will set an illusion of being the most bounteous and courteous person she'll ever meet, even though only after more than several months he allowed me to call him by his name,

I hug my father as he and Rafe exchange pleasantries, already laughing about something, something football-related,

'It's so nice to finally meet you Rafe, we've heard about you a lot, from Y/n as well,' My mum says as I groan,

'Mum.'

Rafe smiles and strokes my thigh gently from beneath the table,

'Did she really?' He asks, looking at me, tilting his head,

The conversation carries on, as i decide to it my water,

Right at that moment, Rafe's hand slides up, going higher up my thigh,

I choke on my water as I look at him, his hand is getting higher and higher,

'Are you alright princess?' He asks, pretending like nothing is happening, I nod frantically as he offers me a napkin,

'Yes I am.' I mutter as he smiles and plants a kiss on top of my head,

His hand reaches higher as I squeeze my legs, in attempt to prevent that seam in-between my legs, however Rafe parts my legs with his hand, opening them wider so that he could have a better access, I can see him smirking as he talks with my parents,

His hand is getting higher in-between my legs whilst he talks with my parents like nothing is happening...