Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r E i g h t

Y/n's POV:

'So, therefore, if two men remain here,' I point towards the entrance label, 'and three right here,' I gesture towards the second threshold, 'We could slip in through theses doors, whilst the guards are distracted, and then, memorise the path and attempt to enter the office, steal the key, and grab the file.' I finish off, Lewis nods, stands up and begins clapping, so does everyone, Rafe sarcastically, whilst smirking, does the same,

'That is brilliant!' Lewis mutters as he smiles at me,

Rafe stands up and walks towards the board,

'And how are you planning to enter this section, whilst these two guards remain here?' He asks, pointing to the office that I require, that asshole.

'Well, the guards that maintain outside, they will bring all the heed and so they should move.'

'And if they don't?'

'Well then-'

'What about we camouflage?' He insinuates, I glare, confounded,

'We both could act like a married-luxurious couple that have arranged a meeting with the main entrepreneur of the company in order to get in slyly.' He suggests, I chuckle, expecting for him to say that it is a paradox, that he is frivolous, however he lances into my eyes, not laughing, there's absolutely no way that he is serious,

'Are you serious?' I ask, he smirks and tilts his head,

'Are you intimidated by me?' He asks, I scoff however slacken my lips when I realise, he is fucking serious,

'Cameron, no-'

'That is fantastic!' Lewis exclaims in his exuberance, as he steps closer to us, 'the strategy is incredible that you both have structured!'

'Oh-no, I haven't agreed to the last part-we can alter it-'

'It would make an illusion, we will provide you with alternate documents and proof, set you both as this grand-spouses that have it's own agency, and then, they will not dare to shun you! You will enter the twenty-fifth storey, blaming it on being lost, whilst the other one is guarding the twenty-fourth one, updating each other through the aid!' Lewis continues, Rafe is smirking down at me, I am not pretending to be married to that asshole,

'What is it darling, are you terrified to mess up the whole plan?' Rafe asks, I clench my jaw, biting the inside of my cheek,

'Is it the only option?' I ask Lewis as he shakes his head frantically,

'Fine.' I mumble reluctantly.

'Perfect.' Lewis mutters in excitement...

---

'This is ridiculous.' I mumble as me and Rafe walk towards the car,

'Do not pretend like you don't like the idea.' He responds, grinning,

'I truly despise the idea.'

'Keep telling that to yourself.'

We step inside the car, as Rafe instigates the ignition again, resting his hand over the back of my seat, twisting the steering wheel with his palm and motioning the car out of the parking lot, he glares behind us, and then drives the car into the road however this time, he is taking a different route,

'Where are you going?' I ask, he smirks,

'Taking you back to airport, you are going home.'

'Wait-what?'

'What is it, you want to stay here with me?' He asks, he is being sarcastic, that prick-

'No, but I will be granted with a reward, and I am here for that.'

'Sure.' He sarcastically mutters, as he traces his cold fingers over my thigh, his rings cool against my skin, my breath hitches as he rolls his tongue in his inner cheek and glances at me for a spare second, examining me,

He then takes his hand off and places it on transmission, controlling the wheel with one of his hands,

'And you still didn't push my hand away.'

'You are driving, that would distract you.' I defend,

'Right.' He scoffs.

---

He pulls over next to the massive skyscraper, it is already dark and murky outside, so the lights toll over the perimeter of the landscape, myriads of windows ignite with iridescent lights and some pitch-black, he parks the vehicle in a garage, we step out and I glare at Rafe, confused,

'We will stay here for a while, it's closer and less cheapskate.' He answers my unasked question, we walk towards the lift, it proceeds in it's motion and takes us to a thirtieth floor, Rafe is inspecting me, he tilts his head and expects my reaction, gauging me,

'You really are uncomfortable in my presence, aren't you...princess?' He asks, smirking down at me,

'You know Cameron, even though some people look at you in awe, it doesn't mean that I am one of them, get over your egotistic-self.' I spit out, he clenches his jaw and steps closer to me, rolling his tongue in his inner cheek, as he then grasps my throat, slamming me against the wall, I attempt to let out a comment, however his hand constipates me,

'Talk to me that way once again, and I promise you, I will give you a valid reason to feel more suffocated than this.' He threatens, as his eyes linger over my body, it gets even more complicated to breathe, he smirks at my attempts to inhale as eventually, the bell dings and we have reached the destination.

He reluctantly lets go of my throat, I cough frantically, trying to catch my breath, I glare at him from below,

'You are a fucking-'

'Uh-uh, language.' He chuckles and walks closer to me, he then tips my chin and raises it, in order to meet his eyes,

'And do as you are told.' He warns...