Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r S e v e n

Y/n's POV:

Pulling over, Rafe sets the car in the parking lot, as we step out and are met by a valet, he is wearing a navy suit, smiling politely,

Cameron hands him the key as he examines him whilst the valet takes the car,

we stroll towards the building in front of us, it is tall, massive even, myriads of windows that trace over the purlieu, the threshold is embellished with bushes at each side, it's ornamental and luxurious-looking.

Stepping inside, everything is in wispy-white hues, walls steeping high, black cushions at the side and a white-marble counter in front of us, we are met by a lady as she paces quickly towards us, well, more specifically towards Rafe...

'Morning, you must be Mr. Cameron.' She mutters, fluttering her eyelashes as she flames crimson, he smirks and looks at me, asshole,

'Oh and you are...'

'Y/l/n.' I tersely respond as she nods, snapping out of the trance,

'Let me just check the scheduled time, it's on half past eight, if I'm not mistaken?'

'Correct.' Rafe answers as she smiles and flusters, hunkering back in her seat,

'No need to be jealous darling.' Rafe says to me as I scoff,

'Jealous? Oh don't be cocky.'

'We both know you cannot resist me.' He states, tilting his head, no, I want him to trip over his narcissism.

'I do not, I am here only because I have a reason to get rid of you and blame it on a bad aim.' I muttered as he frowned at me, clenching his jaw, he the grasps my writs and pulls me closer, leaning over my ear,

'You'd never have the guts to even lay a finger on me and we both know it love.' He whispered as he retrogrades and smirks at me,

I was opening my mouth to throw a snarky remark, however I was interrupted by the receptionist,

'You shall proceed to the lift at your left and go up to the twentieth storey, shall I accompany you?' She offers, fluttering her eyelashes,

'No, we'll do just fine won't we?' He glares at me, I just wish I could smack that haughty smirk off of his face, I fucking loathe it.

'Yes, why wouldn't we?' I respond as he grins and we walk towards the lift...

Punching in the number 'Twenty', the lift initiates to close, as it proceeds in it's impute.

At the corner of my eye, I spot Rafe inspecting me, it gets stifling-hot in here,

I clear my throat as I attempt to prevaricate it, the tensions maintains emphasised, I shift from one foot to another, shuffling.

'Am I making you nervous?' He inquires, smirking,

'No, it's just hot in here, and you are taking more space.' I mutter, he steps closer, each step he takes, I retrograde backwards as eventually, my back remains against the wall,

He tilts his head, as he then grasps my chin and cranes my head higher,

'Do I now? Take your dress off then.'

'You wish.' I respond,

'Darling, If I'd wish you were naked, you would be by now,' He muses, as he leans in, his breath on my jaw, as his surprisingly soft lips brush against my skin, I can feel him grinning, 'And don't pretend that you don't want to.'

He then cranes his head and stares into my eyes, licking his bottom lip as he traces his eyes down to mine, crooking a smile,

'Now be a good girl and stop acting like a brat.' He warns, as the door then opens, he smirks, stepping backwards, he gesticulates his hand for me to step out first, what a fucking gentleman...