Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r T w e n t y - F i v e

Y/n's POV:

Walking in, twinkling backlights flash unanticipated, a throng of people gathered as they all sway to the music, some sitting at the corner-couches and some luring others to dance with them, 

'Let's start with some drinks!' Sarah conveys as we all agree and walk towards the bartender, I will need a lot to get my mind off of these qualms...

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We took over one of the huge couches with a countertop in the middle, Rafe lured a lot of people at his feet, some girl is bringing him drinks and she is not a waitress, the fucking bastard...

'Thank you love,' He responds to God knows which girl is this, I scoff and cock my head aside, I feel queasy however so energetic at the same time, maybe it's the alcohol that pangs me with this surge of adrenaline but I didn't even notice how I am already at my feet, Rafe inspects me as I glare at everyone at this longue, 

'Hey-People, let's play truth or dare,' I suggest, Rafe smirks and shrugs as I smile and await for others to respond, 

'Yeah, why not?' Some random guy says, I don't even know who he is, but that's fine, everyone agrees except Rafe, always so petulant, 

'Are you in?' I ask, 

'No, but I will be soon enough,' He smirks as I get his insinuation, asshole, 

'Fine.' He tersely responds, 

'Let's do it with a little twist! I have the cards with some extreme questions and dares, we will spin the bottle in order to determine who's going next,' The green-eyed guy instigates, we all agree as I grasp the bottle and place it on the counter, everyone is excited, so am I...

'Who's spinning first?' I ask as Sarah raises her hand, conveying that she could start, 'Go ahead,' I encourage as she leans over and spins the bottle, it spins around it's axis, decelerating and eventually landing on Lewis, 

'Truth Or Dare?' Sarah asks, as Lewis shakes his head and eventually says, 

'Truth.'

She leans over the cards's pile and dictates with a smile on her face, 

'What is your most extreme kink?' She asks, Lewis shrugs and leans back in his seat, I can feel Rafe's eyes on me...

'Not sure...choking?' 

Rafe snickers as he then shifts in his seat in a more comfortable position by bulging his hips higher and spreading his legs wider, 

'Valid.' Sarah responds as she offers for Lewis to spin the bottle, he does so and it lands on Rafe who raises his chin and examines, 

'Truth Or Dare?' Lewis asks, 

'Truth.'

Lewis bends for the pile of cards and reads it out, his eyes wider, 

'Do you receive pleasure from giving a cunnilingus?' 

Rafe smirks and glares at me, oh shit, his eyes linger over my body, slowly from my face down t my legs and back up as he rolls his tongue from the inside of his cheek,

'I do... a lot.' He responds...

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After several rounds, everyone had a try and even more than one until the bottle landed on me, 

'Truth Or Dare?'

'Dare.' I answer, fuck, am I even sane, why dare?

Maria leans over to take a card, her eyes widen before she reads it out loud, oh shit, if her eyes widened, noting the fact that she already managed to take her underwear off, this is bad, 

'Do a body-shot off from the third person on your left.'

My eyes linger over the possible options, first one, sitting on another couch is the green-eyed guy, next to him another curly-haired girl and then, right in front of me, manspreading, his fingers brushing his chin from side to side as he awaits for me to put the pieces together...Rafe, 

No...

No, no this was supposed to take my mind off of qualms and worries, not make me to lick the chest of someone I fucking loathe, 

He smirks and tilts his head, 

'Are you nervous?' He asks, 

'No, no I am not, I will do it.' I attempt to demonstrate that I feel absolutely neutral to whatever is coming up next, even if it means...doing a body shot on Rafe Fucking Cameron...

They clear a hedged couch that stretches long enough for Rafe to lie onto, 

He is still much taller, his head on the armrest and legs out of the whole perimeter, 

He takes off his shirt, unbothered, I know what he's doing, or do I?

His chiselled chest ignites against the iridescent lights that sterile around us, he then observes my each move as I gather myself and step closer to him, 

'Can I?' I ask as he chuckles, 

'Go ahead.'

I then get myself on top of him, sitting upright, my legs wide apart, pressed against his, it's quite uncomfortable and I am not fully ensconced, so before I could try to re-settle, Rafe grasps my waist and shifts me himself, bulging his hips and pressing himself closer against me, his fingers then travel down my legs after as his cold hands cause me to shiver, 

'Ready?' Sarah asks, I glare at Rafe who has that diabolical grin on, 

'Yes.' I respond...