Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r F o u r t e e n

Y/n's POV:

Entering the apartment, I place my purse on the counter, opening it and fetching out the file, 

'It's labelled confidential,' I mutter as Rafe steps closer to me, 

'Good.' He takes it and places it in one of our wardrobe drawers, 

I examine him and notice that he has a cut on his cheek and blood on his hands intensified, meaning that he could be injured there as well,

'Rafe, you are injured.' I mutter as he glares at his hands,

'It's nothing, go to sleep, it's late.'

'Listen, I might hate you with every ounce of my body but Lord, we did it, we got the file, however I bet that you won't be able to take care of those cuts, so let's go.' I hesitantly mutter, he smirks, misinterpreting on what I said, 

'So you want to take care of me now?' He asks, chuckling, 

'I do not, I just know that you cannot do it yourself.' I mumble, he grins salaciously, 

'Right, and since you hate me, you would definitely care.'

'Do you want me to help you or no?'

'No, but I'll accept your pleas.' He responds, smirking, Jesus...

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In the bathroom, I lay out some plasters, disinfectants and some cotton pads, 

Rafe is sat on the counter-side of the sink, his legs wide apart, as I remain in the middle of them, he is looking right at me, his eyes never leaving me, as I start with his hand, 

'Does anything else hurts? Except your arm and face?'

'They don't hurt,' He answers, 

'Oh right, you are a big-tough boy, sorry.' I mutter, chuckling and biting my lip as I pour a disinfectant on the cloth, 

He tips my chin for me to look into his eyes, 

'Say it to my face and stop biting your lip.' He commands, as I let go of my lip, his eyes linger slowly from my eyes, to my mouth and then down my body, then back up, he licks his bottom lip as our eyes remain on each other, I take the cotton pad and lifting up his sleeve, I notice a wound that looks as if it's been inflicted by a penknife, 

'Whoa.' I mutter, 

'I'm not sure that it needs stitches since it's not that deep, but they got the layer of your skin, so it could leave a scar, I'll put a bandage on it at the end.' I announce, his eyes remain on my face, as I disinfect the cut, apply a plaster on it and then wrap a bandage around his forearm, 

Once finished, I have to start with his face, pouring a little bit of disinfect on the cloth, before starting I look at him, 

'Can I?' I ask, he grins,

'Certainly.' He responds, as I nod and leisurely, avoiding touching the sensitive areas, I apply the cloth, his eyes are on mine, he never stops looking, as then, I can feel his cold fingertips trace up my legs, 

Getting higher and higher, 

His ring cool against my skin, he traces even higher and is already on my thighs,

'Rafe-' I gasp as he keeps looking right into my eyes, 

'What is it princess?' He inquires, 

Then, out of nowhere, we hear a phone ringing downstairs, 

'Shit,' I mutter, Rafe doesn't stop though, 

'They can wait.' He whispers, however I shake my head, 

'We are supposed to hate each other-forgot?' I ask, he smirks at me,

'No one said that we stopped...' He answers, leaning in, however then a doorbell rings, 

'Fuck,' Rafe whispers, inches away from me, 

I can feel his cold breath against my skin, 

'I have to get that one.' I mumble, as I step aside, Rafe remains sat, as he inspects me, his jaw is clenched, his fingers tightly wrapped around the edge of the sink, his tongue rolling against his inner cheek as he gets up and paces towards the door, 

I follow behind him, 

He opens the door as we see Lewis and some other girl beside him, they look messy, hair unruly, the girl is wearing black trousers and tucked in white blouse with some black shoes, she has strawberry blonde hair, as Lewis is in a navy shirt, also black trousers and some black boots, 

'Can we?' He asks, I greet them in, 

'Why the fuck no one was meeting us?' Rafe asks, stepping closer as Lewis was stepping away, intimidated...

'I-I am so sorry, we were spotted and the car was ambushed, we couldn't contact you so-so we ran and hoped that you found your way home-and you did-great job-'

'Don't sugarcoat it, we were followed and if the motorcycle was not there, we would be dead by now, your plan sucks and you put everyone in danger.' Rafe responds, his jaw still tense, 

'It will never happen again-'

'What makes you think that we will ever work with you again?'

'Because you are the best participants that we have ever had, you found your way home and manoeuvred your way to the office, it was incredible-' Lewis mutters, 

'Raise the reward for Y/n, and we are giving you the file,'

'Rafe-you don't have to-' I mutter, however he doesn't stop, 

'Increase it.' Rafe commands as Lewis nods frantically,

'Yes-yes we will-promise.' 

Rafe nods and points to the drawer, Lewis paces towards it and fetches it out, he smiles wickedly,

'Guys, this is brilliant, you've done it,'

'Yes, and it will be your last time working with us if you fuck-up once again.' Rafe warns as Lewis nods, 

'Yes, won't happen again.'

'Good.'

We then exchange our goodbyes and they exit, leaving me and Rafe alone...again, 

I so fucking hate Rafe but I hate myself more for the fact that...I can feel a warmth of the seam between my legs, I can fucking feel it, it's there, and I hate myself for it, 

I try to deny it, maybe it was not him who caused it? Maybe I just haven't had this type of tension with anyone before-and it's a reaction I'd have with anyone...right?

Right, it's not him, I know it's not him...