Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r T w e n t y - O n e

Y/n's POV:

Walking out of the office, I come to a realisation that all this time, I've been in a luxurious kitchen and I've never actually took an advantage of it...

I made pancakes that Rafe obviously enjoyed however refuses to admit, and tea-sometimes coffee, I could try and make steak today, taking my mother's recipe,

'Rafe, could you please drop me at the nearest market, I need to get some groceries.' I ask, he smirks at me, 

'You will try to cook once again? I'll deliberately leave the apartment.'

'Last time you let me drive the car due to my pancakes being good.' I sneer,

'Oh please, they are pancakes, don't flatter yourself.' He scolds, 

'You should stop denying that they were in fact good...' I mutter whilst the lift is going down, Rafe glares at me, stepping closer,

'Or what? Huh?' He asks, stepping even closer, 

Oh no, I won't let the history repeat itself, I cock my head aside however I feel a strong grasp on my chin, turning it back to face him, his cologne ignites against me,

'Look at me when talking to me.' He demands, our eyes remain solidly on each other,

'You will have ten minutes.' Rafe then announces, indicating on the amount of time I will have in order to purchase what I require, 

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Walking inside a grocery store, Rafe is beside me as I scan the whole of the market, it is massive and I am not sure If I'll be capable in even finding the meat section in here...

Grasping the trolley, Rafe takes it from me, 

'Ten minutes, clock's ticking.' Rafe acquiesces as we walk towards the vegetable section, I'll make a side salad, medium-cooked steak and some swift-sauce, 

Grasping the vegetables we walk towards the meat section, and that's where I am stuck, I never bothered to pay attention what type of steak my mother was taking, and I never even suspected that there's such vast choice, 

Rafe sighs and leaning in he fetches out a package, 

'Take this one.' He proclaims, placing it in the trolley, 

'Alright...' I mutter whilst thinking where the sauces could be...

Cans...cans equate to sauces, right?

However right before I could go that way, Rafe grasps my wrist in the middle of me walking and leads me the other way, as I then could see an aisle with sauces, whatever, he just noted it first...

'Did we take parsley?' I ask, Rafe glares into the cart,

'Well you did not.' He muses, I exhale and grasping some jars, we walk towards the vegetable section once again, I take some greens and herbs, I account all the products we have and I think that's it, 

On the way to cashier, I grasp some spices, eventually, we are at a self check-out, Rafe is not bothered to help, he just stands there, observing,

'Finished?' He asks, I nod and reach for my wallet however he takes out his card first, 

'I can pay-'

'Right, step aside Y/n.' He commands, oh no-

'Rafe, I can pay, I gathered groceries-'

'Y/n, will you sop being so obstinate and let me pay?' He asks, holding me from behind by my forearms and shuffling me aside as he then presses the card and pays for the products, glancing at me. 

'Get that pout out of your face.' He demands, taking the trolley as we walk towards the car,

'Thank you.' I mumble, he chuckles and glances at me, 

'What was that love? I'm not sure I heard you.'

Clean your ears then...

'I said thank you.' I mutter, he smirks and putting the groceries in the back of the car, he takes us home, he is frustrating the shit out of me...

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Walking into the apartment, Rafe carries the bags towards the counter and places them there as I turn on the lanterns above the table, 

'Rafe, we have a problem, you are becoming a dad-material.' I smirk, feeling his stare on me, his jaw clenched, did I step too far?

He walks closer to me as I step back, tilting his head and I am already against the corner-table, pressing against it, he leans in and brushes his lips against my cheek, his cold breath hitting my skin as I shudder under his touch, 

'Call me 'daddy' then, princess...' He conveys as he smirks at my eyes widening, he then traces his hand knuckles against my skin, from my shoulder down to my arm and back up, looking right into my eyes, 

'Your food better be good.' He taunts, as he then steps aside and walks towards the mantle-piece, clasping the remote and turning on the fire-prototype, alright, making food, I can do that, I once watched my mother making that steak, I can do it...

Or I could just poison Rafe and I wouldn't have to be near his prancing-smirk that hedges his lips all the fucking time?