Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r T w e l v e

Y/n's POV:

Me and Rafe turn around as I inhale deeply, we then begin walking towards the door, our legs are clanking in synchronisation, Rafe takes my hands and places it in his looped elbow, I glare at him,

'Don't mess it up Mrs. Cameron.' He smirks, I slacken my lips,

'We will not be taking your last name.' I mumble, he grins and leans in towards my ear,

'We already did.'

I was about to throw a remark, however we are met by the massive reception doors, guards open them for us and we walk in, I attempt to look-uhm, married? To that asshole...

'Evening.' Rafe clamours, my eyes widen however I am in faith that no one noticed, he has a French accent-a believable, solid French accent, shit, do I have to put on one as well? I will make a fool out of myself.

'Good Evening, can I help-you?' The receptionist stutters as she blushes, oh come on-

'Yes, you can. We need meeting-boss.' Rafe attempts to sound as convincing as possible, playing his role-I guess it was fine...

'I am sorry, maybe you require a translator, we've got some on hand?' The lady asks, as she flutters with her eyelashes,

'Yes.' Rafe answers, 'France.' He responds, I squeeze his hand and glimpse at him,

'Are you insane, we don't know your 'France'?' I inquire, and he is smirking-again, there's really no time for that!

'Just trust me.'

'Trust you? I much rather trust a four-year-old than you.'

He frowns,

'Do you want to go home as soon as possible and get rid of being near each other? Then comply to what I am telling you to do.' He demands, I answer nothing and nod,

'Words.'

'Yes, I do.'

'Good.' He answers, as we are then met by a man, in his twenties, he glances at us and smiles politely,

'Bonsoir-' He then greets us in French, and I understand absolutely nothing.

The thing that surprised me the most is that Rafe did understand, and he answered? In French?

I try to look as neutral as possible, however internally I am in a frenzy,

They talk for a bit, I am trying to distinguish their conversation by their facial expressions, Rafe's jaw is tense, he is holding my hand, visibly demonstrating our 'Happily Ever After'.

At the end, the man glares at me, oh Lord, what if he tries to speak to me in French?

He mutters something, however Rafe then grasps his collar and moves him closer, as he looks him intensely in the eyes, giving him a death-stare, it is actually quite terrifying,

He says something to the man who nods after,

Rafe hesitantly lets go of him, as the man walks towards the cabinet, and enters it,

'Alright, he will await you on the twenty-sixth floor, they will lead you to his office and we are truly sorry about the delay, it will never happen again Mr. and Mrs. Cameron.' The lady muses,

Rafe doesn't say anything, however he leads both of us to the lift, pressing firstly the twenty-fourth button, he glances at me,

'I'll go to the office, you guard here,

'No, no I can go to the office,'

'Why you? You won't be able to even retrieve the key.'

'It's because I already did?' I ask, as I fetch out a key that was in my purse,

He glares, perplexed,

'Whilst no one as paying attention, I quickly grasped it.'

'I still don't trust you.' He answers,

'I trusted you.' I mutter, he glances at me, his jaw clenched,

'Fine, this one time, if you mess up, I will leave you here.' He responds, I smile wickedly,

Rafe offers me the aid-earphone, and one for himself, the door opens and Rafe steps out, he presses the button for my storey, the door slowly closes, our eyes on each other, however this time, he is not smirking, he is serious, his eyes linger over me once again as he bites the inside of his cheek right before the door closes and I am going upwards,

Bell dings and I am at the twenty-fifth floor, I quickly stroll out and towards the left-corner, everything is in white hues, some basil plants however pots white as well, solely couches black,

I glare at the time, one minute,

I prepare and search for the door numbered '27F' and two guards at the other side of it,

'Get ready.' Rafe mutters from the aid, I glare at the time, quarter past, I inhale deeply,

'Go!' Rafe rushes as I run towards the guards, holding the garment of my dress whilst doing so, they glare at me, confounded,

'Excuse me-I have no clue what to do-something like an explosion occurred downstairs, I ran up but I'm sure the next one will come along-'

The guards remain solid and do not move-shit-

'The-receptionist called your manager and he demanded for you two go downstairs,' They still don't move,

'Y/n, what is happening, they are supposed to be in the lift by now?' Rafe asks, through the aid, I don't fucking know,

'They said that it's on the name of Mr. Peterson.' I mutter, I did my research, found out his name, no one is allowed to know it and it is visible by the way the guards glared at me, both eyes wide,

'Thank you, you shall await here, we will alert when it is safe.' The announce and both run towards the lift, I smirk,

'Done, they are going.'

'Hurry, you took a lot longer.' Rafe commands,

'It's not my fault that the plan was not as ideal as we initially planned.'

'I should've gone.' Rafe responds as I open the office door,

'More guarding less talking.' I mutter, I can sense his irritation through the floor beneath my feet,

'Mind saying that to my face? I will not hesitate to come upstairs and teach you a little lesson.' He responds,

I gulp whilst searching for the drawers, it is a classical-office furnishing, matte-grey walls, white ceiling and terra-floor, there's a table in the right corner, I run towards it and search for the drawers,

'The plan would be messed up then.' I respond to Rafe and I can hear him smirking,

'You've already done enough of that.'

I want to punch him so hard...

I open the drawer and rummage through the papers, they all look mundane and like a simple debt-demands, I mean, we could blackmail them from that, but it's not enough...

'Princess, hurry.' Rafe mutters, as I can hear him in haste, something is happening downstairs, I roam more and finally, I fetch out a tawny-envelope, it is marked and once I open it and pull out the edge of the pamphlet, it reads 'confidential'.

'Bingo...' I mutter.