Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r F o r t y - F o u r

Y/n's POV:

The arrangement was me, Rafe on my right, after him Lewis, Michael and then Patricia who keeps eyeing Rafe...

That pang of jealousy did whack me, perhaps what did reassure me is that he didn't look at her even once, he keeps being touchy, rubbing my thigh, my back, my shoulders and planting soft kisses on my right shoulder, that was reassuring,

Everyone was clamouring about, laughing and discussing all sort of topics, it even came down to the discussion of how to properly bake brownies, the topic didn't last for long as we were greeted with our meals,

'Mr. Cameron, could you please open champagne, I think you'd be the most handy one in here.' Patricia flutters her eyelashes and offers him the bottle, he looks at me,

'Do you want some?' He asks, the smile that crippled on my lips by seeing her clenching her jaw as I nod,

'Yes please Rafe.'

He nods and grasps the other bottle, the one near him,

'This is closer.' He says to Patricia who clears her throat and puts the bottle down,

Rafe pours the liquor in the glass flute and hands it to me, everyone pours some to themselves as the conversation re-opens...

—-

'Well, I'll go and powder my nose boys and girls...' Patricia says, standing up and demonstrating her cleavage to everyone, Rafe is once again not looking, he is observing me, his fingers trace higher up my thigh,

'Rafe,' I whisper,

'I can't wait any longer love.' He says, his cold hands caressing my thigh,

'We will leave soon-'

'I don't think that we'll manage to even leave this place, I need you.' He whispers,

'I could take you right here and now, covering you up since only I am allowed to see you uncurling beneath my touch.' He continues as I glance at him, he is examining me, his eyes dark and his head tilted,

'Let's finish with the next meal, and then we will go, immediately.' I say, relying on his touch, beseeching for more, wanting more,

He hesitantly cocks his head aside and bites the inside of his cheek...

—-

'It was a pleasure, really, I hope to see you soon.' Lewis says, shaking hands with us as I mutter in agreement,

We say our goodbyes as I examine Patricia curling her wavy lock of hair on her index finger whilst biting her lip and inspecting Rafe who appears completely oblivious...

We exit through the threshold and head towards the car, I keep knotting at my fingers as Rafe clasps my hands and holds them,

'What is it?' He asks whilst we stand next to the car,

The outside lanterns shine and illuminate against his face, his hair a bit unruly and his top two buttons of the blouse open,

'Nothing it's stupid.' I mumble, trying to get into the car, however Rafe clasps me by my waist, stopping me,

'Y/n, I'm serious, you better tell me what's up, or I'll find out myself.' He threatens as I sigh,

'It's just...Patricia, she kept looking at you, all the time...'

He smirks, chuckles even as I frown,

'Are you jealous princess?' He asks as I fold my hands, 'Lord, you're so hot when you're jealous.' He says,

'You seemed so oblivious the whole time...' I mumbled as he tilts his head and steps closer to me, cupping my chin with his index finger and thumb, raising my head,

'It's because I could not care less about who's looking, you are the only person I am interested in and the only person I'll be looking at...' He says,

I smile , this is comforting...

His lips land on mine as he leads me towards the car door, opening it for me as I sit down,

I see him walking in front of the car towards the steering wheel, sitting down he glances at me and places his hand on my thigh, almost like an instinct by now,

'I had an idea on what we could do before returning to obx...' He says whilst starting the car,

'Yeah, what is it?' I ask, intrigued,

'Go to another country, just us two, no one else, I want to be just with you.' He conveys,

'It sounds exactly like what murderer would say.' I joke as he smiles,

'I guess you'll just have to find that one out.' He responds,

'I'd like to go somewhere with you.' I say, smiling, he nods and grins,

'My father owns an island at a further yonder from here, if you want to, we can go there.' He suggests,

'I am getting doubtful about the idea of going to an island,' I joke as h glares at me, smirking,

'Do you trust me?' He asks,

'Yes.' I respond, he frowns,

'You shouldn't have.'

'But I do...'