Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r S i x

Y/n's POV:

I am woken up by Rafe who's talking on the phone, he is still topless, his trousers reaching his torso, one of his hands on the counter as he speaks, he glares at me after noticing that I am awake,

'What time?' He asks someone on the other line, I am unable to hear the response,

'Okay.' He muses as he then hangs up and walks closer to me,

'Morning sunshine.' He mutters sarcastically as I scoff and attempt to stand up, however he pushes me down with two fingers as he then holds my chin in-between his thumb and index finger, smirking diabolically at me,

'Today is the meeting that has been already arranged, don't mess it up.'

'Or what?' I ask as he clenches his jaw and bends lower, biting his inner cheek,

'Or else you will regret talking to me that way.' He threatens, his facial expressions are impassive, Lord, why couldn't I just stay, eating porridge and being in a circle of people that won't threaten me about everything I do?

Nonetheless, I just have to get this over with.

He lets go of my chin and steps towards the bathroom,

'There's a kit on the vestibule counter.' He announces as he then steps into the bathroom and I hear water cascading over the walls, I then stand up and walks towards the kit, it is average size and has a modicum latch at it's side, I have to open it then,

Opening the kit, my eyes depict on the garments inside of it,

I twirl my fingers into the fabric and pull out a perilously-beautiful dress, it is black and looks like it would go until the middle of my knees, however that's not it, my eyes widen after I notice the shoes that follow,

High heels, black with straps on it, they would wrap around my ankles and reach a bit higher, how the fuck am I meant to walk in these?

I sigh heavily as I sit down and await that wench to finish off in the shower,

After a while, he steps out, his hair dripping-wet, strands falling at the front of his face, the dripples of water run down his body, over his calves, collarbones, abdomen, chiselled chest and then his abs,he has a towel wrapped around his torso, he glimpses at me and smirks,

'You could've told me that you need to shower, I'd set you a company.'

'Yeah, you wish.' I mutter as I grasp the dress, heels and my own kit where the makeup is, however he grasps my hand before I could close the bathroom door,

'No you wish and don't take too fucking long.' He states, as he then lets go of my forearm and I close the bathroom door.

Setting my hair in a bun, taking off my clothes I go into the shower, the warmth of the water cascades over me, the facade overwhelms me as the fog surrounds.

After a while, by the time I was finished, due to the tiny window being open, the fog was eventually fading, I began to get ready,

Starting with my makeup, applying the cream to soften my skin, foundation, concealer, eyebrows, the eyes, going for an eyeliner, drawing a wing at one side and then the inside, lips, blush and mascara...

Adding final touches and going for hair, today I decided to curl it up a bit however keeping it quite natural, just the ends.

Finally, the dress and the heels. It was similar to the length I have anticipated, reaching the middle of my thighs, it hugged my body meekly, thin laces over my shoulders and a modicum cut on my cleavage,

I guess I'm ready...

Stepping out of the shower, my eyes met with his momentarily, he examines my body slowly, his eyes lingering from my face, down my collarbones, waist, legs and heels and then back again, he was in a black suit, I've never seen him in an actual suit...

It was navy, black trousers and polished shoes, a black blazer and a blouse, top button undone, his rings ignite against the light as he inspects me,

I then pace towards the kit and fetch out a black purse, depositing it over my shoulder, Rafe grasps the keys and walks towards me,

'Let's go.' He demands, he clasps the luggage and we step out of the apartment and towards the garage,

He gives the keys to the concierge as we both walk towards the parking lot, he walks towards the vehicle, a black Mercedes Benz, it was polished,

He presses the key and the car opens, no way he was given the keys,

'There's absolutely no way they gave you the keys.' I mutter as he smirks,

'I guess they just trust me more than you.' He muses,

'I am not stepping in.' I warn,

'Y/n, grow up and step in,' He menaces,

'If you are driving, no way.'

He closes his eyes briefly and walks towards me, prowls even, I step one foot behind me,

'Why do you have to be such a brat all the time huh?' He inquires as he then grabs me by the wrist and sits me down, steeping a seatbelt over me, I chuckle,

'You care about my safety?'

'No, I was told to take responsibility over you since you act like a petulant-child all the time.' He responds,

He then walks around the car and sits next to the steering wheel, instigating the ignition, he begins to drive out of the parking lot,

One of his hands over the back of my seat, as he looks behind us, checking the perimeter, he steers with one of his hands, using his palm to twirl it over, he glimpses at me and carries on driving,

one of his hands still at the back of my seat, as we drive over the streets of New York, he has a navigator in front of him however he turns it off, I swear to God, if we get lost...

The hectic and busy roads, I glare at the time, it's quarter past eight, people going to work, some after a hangover, it's way more populated than back in OBX.

The radio is on, playing 'Cherry Hill' By Russ.