Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r T w e n t y - S i x

Y/n's POV:

Sarah offers me granule salt that I leisurely splatter across Rafe's abs as the line traces up until his ribcage, he takes a piece of lime in his mouth as I am offered a modicum glass of alcohol in it, I sigh heavily as I glance at him, he is examining me whilst I prepare, I just have to do it and then we won't have to discuss it, if he'll be mature enough to not discuss it...

I lean in, inhale deeply and just go for it,

Tracing my tongue up his abs, I feel as the salt granules dissolve in my mouth, that unpleasant taste of pure salt makes me cringe, I then down the shot and bending over, I bite into the lemon that's in Rafe's mouth, our eyes meet as I feel his hand on my waist, holding me still,

Everyone cheers and claps as I then lean back, one last glance at Rafe as I then shift and placing my leg over his body, I shuffle out of the position, Rafe stands up, smirking as he then takes the shirt and puts it back on, if he talks about it, I will lose my shit...

'Not bad.' He marks as he then sits back in his previous seat,

'Let's finish up the game,' Lewis says, sitting down in where he was previously,

I nod and bending over, I spin the bottle, it lands on Maria as we then continue the game...

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After dozens of mortifying and vice rounds, we decide to do about three more rounds and knowing my luck, it lands on me, shit,

'Truth Or Dare?'

'Truth.' I say this time as they clasp the card and read it out loud,

'Who gave you the first ever orgasm? Yourself does not count.'

Fuck...I refuse to even look at him, since I know he is looking and he knows...it is him, Rafe Cameron gave me my first orgasm, his stare is burning right through me, I cannot say it, he will remind me about it for the rest of my eternity,

'You have to be honest, moreover we will forget that we even played something in the Morning.' Sarah reassures, except for the fact that Rafe didn't drink since he is the one driving the car, he will remember every little bit of what happened and about to happen today...

I sigh heavily as I courage up and glance at him, his smirk is ostentatious, he knows and now he is just waiting for me to embarrass myself,

'Rafe...' I mutter, some slacken their lips and chuckle in surprise, however Rafe leans in,

'Louder princess, I am not sure I heard you.' He muses, that prick,

'Rafe Cameron.' I speak louder, Rafe leans back in his seat, his legs wide apart as he examines me,

That's it, I'm out, that's enough,

I stand up,

'I will get some more drinks.' I state as everyone agrees and suggests for me to do so, however before I could, Rafe stops me by clasping my wrist, his eyes laid on me,

'What, did you get flustered?' He asks, grinning salaciously,

'No, I got thirsty.' I respond as he squeezes my hand,

'Make it quick.' He commands, oh no, I will not make it quick, it's my time to have some fun...

Whilst standing next to a bar, I glare to my left and notice that Rafe shifted to another seat, facing the main area where everyone is having fun and dancing, his arms resting behind him on the couch, on the backrest more specifically, his legs wide apart as he examines me, perfect...

I finish up my drink and pace towards the area where everyone is dancing, having fun, bodies pressing against each other, laughter, making out, everything at once, Rafe shifts in his seat, inspecting me carefully, as I begin to sway my hips to the beat of the song that plays loudly, blocking everything that is surrounding me, except Rafe, his eyes are sternly on me, as I am looking right back, It feels like we are the only ones secluded in this room, I then step closer to some random man who is chugging his drink, Rafe immediately shifts and looks like he is ready to stand up when required,

I then trace my fingers up his hand, the man grins, he has brown-parted hair, he is wearing a white blouse and black trousers with some black boots,

'My name is Dave,' He says as I smirk and turn my back to him as I begin to press against him, swaying with the music whilst looking at Rafe raging,

'Dave, don't talk.' I respond as I then feel his hands on my waist, no, no, no,

This is worse than I thought, I cannot help myself but imagine Rafe's damn hands on me, why can't I just forget about him, why can't I imagine that it's someone else? Why does it has to be him, nonetheless, I think it was Rafe's last straw as he stands up and begins prowling towards us, his eyes tersely on me as I gulp...