Blame It On Pride

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

Y/n's POV:

Rafe opens the car's door, offering his hand as I step out, the lights serenade across the whole parking lot from the night-club,

Everyone immediately clings onto Rafe, however before they could even speak to him, he pulls me closer my my waist, ensuring that I am next to him,

'Country club! You made it!' Barry says, smiling as he greets me as well,

Topper and his other mates all step closer, so do some girls...that he doesn't pay attention towards, making me smile internally,

After a while, we all walk inside, the party is set in a massive house, fountain outside twinkles with LED lights, people prancing in throngs, rhyming against the tumultuous music, bantering and laughing whilst singing to the lyrics,

Rafe leads me inside, his hand still on my waist as he kisses the side of my head whilst we walk...

—-

We meet everyone inside, drinks are lined on the tables with some modicum assortment,

People scattered everywhere, I can see a pool in the garden facing the house, the hues are mainly wispy-white, balustrade at the top and telly blasting music, speakers everywhere,

We all sit down at the table, the largest one, white-leather sofa plasters around the middle-located table, drinks lined on it, the lights are twitching from individual colours,

Rafe takes me closer to him, his hand wrapping around me,

At this table specifically, there's Topper, some other lads and three other girls, a blonde, ginger and brunette ones, some with their partners, some are not as they ball their eyes over Rafe, I do have to get used to that, but the facet of jealousy is inevitable,

The time passes, I took some drinks, we laugh, talk, clamour and snicker at everything,

Music I blasting, the room is darker as the only light-source are the lights twinkling, I keep seeing the way the girls look at Rafe, causing me to quiet down, he notices it, looking at me,

'What is it?' He asks, looking at me,

'It's nothing, but, I know we've talked about it, but these girls keep looking at you-'

Before I could finish my sentence, he doesn't even look at them, he simply smirks and leans in towards me, his palm grasps my neck to pull me closer as he squeezes it hilts leaning in himself, his other hand on my cheek, his lips collapse on mine, gathering the passion and leashing it out on me,

I smile against his lips, glancing at the girls who turn away and scoff, pouting,

I cannot help the satisfaction that I feel afterwards,

'You're mine Y/n, and I'd sell my soul for you...or anything at that matter, since I doubt that my soul is there...' He smirks, kissing the top of my head...

—-

More drinks, more uncontrollable and hyperbolic laughter, more adrenaline surging through as I feel the sudden need to do something to release it,

'Let's dance!' I insinuate as he shakes his head,

'Please?' I ask, 'pretty please?'

'I don't dance.'

'You did once...'

'Once, never again.'

'You were good.'

'I know, it was once-in-a-lifetime opportunity my love.' He says, I down my drink and sigh,

'Fine.'

I stand up as he grasps my wrist,

'Where do you think you're going?' He asks, looking right at me,

'Dance, alone, you'll see me.' I say, he reluctantly let's go,

'If anyone even looks at you, I'll kill them.' He threatens, I smile and pace towards the purlieu where everyone seems to be,

I face Rafe who has shifted in his seat, bulging his hips forwards to get more comfortable, his glass in his hands as he twirls with it carefully and scrupulously whilst examining me, the glass cubes tickle against the flute in his hands as he tilts his head, smirking at me as I begin to sway my hips against the rhythm of the music, feeling the way his eyes remain on me...

I crane my head back once the beat drops, looking back at Rafe as he shifts in his seat, his jaw clenched and his grasp seemingly tighter around the glass, he's in a position prepared to stand up as soon as required,

I smile, I then notice Rafe's glass breaking in his hands, the glass pieces scattering across his palm as he stands up, stepping closer to me, almost prowling,

'I'm sick of waiting Y/n, I want you, and I want it now.' He says, clasping my waist as I look at him from below...