Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r E i g h t y - T h r e e

Y/n's POV:

Rafe has to rede and help me in getting ready once again,

This time I decided to go for trousers,

Black-silky ones, raised until my waist, white blouses tucked in with a rasped collar and a black blazer, with some black heels, strapped around my ankles,

Rafe smirks whilst helping me to get up,

'We can stay at home you know, I'll cancel it...' He convey as I shake my head,

'Nope, we have to get this over with, I promised my parents, and well, we are moving soon...' I respond as he sweeps me over and takes me in his arms, looking down at me,

'Y/n, I will make sure that you keep in contact with your parents, maybe not so much with your pathetic friends, but definitely with your parents, I can assure you of that...' He responds, kissing me on my forehead and taking me downstairs, as my mobile begins to vibrate,

'Who's that?' Rafe asks,

'My mum-oh-how long did we take?' I ask as I see Rafe smirking and cocking his head to one side,

'Quite a while.' He responds,

Shit-

I pick up my phone,

'Hey-mum-sorry for taking so long, we couldn't find Rafe's-uh-'

I look at him, forgetting on the excuse that he gave,

'Mobile,' He mouths as I nod,

'...his mobile, but we are on our way-'

'That's fine sweetie, turns out your dad forgot his wallet, possibly due to his age, so we had to go home either way, we are on our way back as well-'

'I am not old, there's simply a lot going on in my head, it's called being intellectual, woman.' My dad justifies in the background,

I sigh in relief,

'Alright, great, I'll see you there mum.' I answer,

'Yeah, great, bye sweetie.'

I hang up as Rafe demands for me to summarise everything just by his look,

'So, they went home themselves because my dad left his wallet, so they are going back as well, we won't be late.'

Rafe nods and opens the car's door, carefully sitting me in, he steeps the belt over me and closes the door,

Walking to the other side, he sits in, starting the ignition, his hand rests on my thigh as he makes his way towards the restaurant...

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It's officially dark by now, but the twinkling lights work as a guide in front of the prestigious restaurant,

Marble pillars at each side, guards, dressed in all black at the front threshold, people wearing suits and beautiful gowns, everyone clamouring and laughing,

Rafe takes my hand, as he holds me by my waist, he keeps looking down at me, making sure that I don't fall, his grasp tightens on my waist, trying to guide me and balancing me,

'I can just carry you Y/n.' He hisses,

'I'm fine, the entrance is right there.'  I respond as he rolls his eyes, holding me beside him...

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Walking in, I momentarily spot my parents standing up and pacing towards me, placating their hands, ready to embrace me,

Rafe holds me from the back, making sure that I don't flap over,

'Hello honey, you look gorgeous, hey Rafe!' My mum smiles to Rafe,

'Hello, nice to see you.' He responds, smiling, all formal and serious, like he didn't just fuck the absolute hell out of me and made me strut...

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We were all talking, discussing about each topic, as the talk of my future plans somehow came up,

'So, darling, have you decided?' My mum asks as I clear my throat, whoa,

Rafe's hand remains on my thigh as he caresses me leisurely,

Glancing at me, his eyes trail to mine,

'I erm, well, I did get a degree in English literature, so, I could use that...' I respond, his eyes narrow as he inspects me,

'Who o you want to be Y/n?' Rafe asks,

'It's kind of, I'm not sure if there's a point-'

'Y/n.'

'A writer? Maybe structure a company...' I respond as he nods, sipping his flute,

'Sure, good idea, I like it.' He says, there's something on his mind, and once again, I am unable to read it by his facial expressions...

'Good, good,' My dad answers, smiling, 'you also wanted to be a hairdresser once...' He says, inclining on the atrocious hairstyles that I trimmed for my dolls,

'Dad, I was six.' I respond as everyone chuckles...

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Finishing up, we all exchange embraces and share our goodbyes, the dinner was nice, we talked, bantered, Rafe's hand traced a bit higher up my thigh...

Whilst walking towards the car, I hear Rafe sighs and exhale,

'I can't watch you strut like that Y/n.' He states, scooping me over his shoulder and walking towards the car,

'I could've walked!' I state,

'You mean limped?' He asks, bastard...

Sitting me in the car, he leans over and fixes the locket with his ring on it,

'You didn't take it off.' He says, smirking, looking at me,

'Of course I didn't, it's ours...' I respond, he moves closer to me and kisses me softly on the lips,

His soft lips on mine,

His gentle groan afterwards...

Rafe's POV:

She always looks undeniably and inevitably gorgeous,

The way her lips feel, the way she smiles afterwards,

She's absolutely majestic...

And I will never get enough of it,

Get enough of her...

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