Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r N i n e t y - O n e

Y/n's POV:

Everyone was informed about our moving,

My parents compromised that we will keep in contact, Ward and Rose were rather appreciative-as Rose conveyed for u to have a final dinner feast before we leave,

Ward did expect for Rafe to move out so fast, as he was quite startled by hearing that he has already instigated an agency, a successful one,

Claiming that Rafe was usually independent and wanted to move when he was already sixteen...

I can't blame him, hearing the way he treated Rafe earlier on was...unfair to say the least,

Rafe bought Wheezie a toy, as he reassured her that he will visit them, or that Wheezie can come over herself,

I officially said my goodbyes to my friends, it was not official since we will call, FaceTime and manage to meet up time-by-time, Rafe was defensive over the idea and still strongly disapproving of it, as he held me closely whilst we parted,

It was less tense and they were not arguing as much, sort of...

Barry was still felicitous and determined for us to take the bloody vase, claiming that he will visit a lot, to what Rafe shunned and vowed to keep the doors locked...

Everything was occurring gradually, it was a huge step, moving out, as despite us keeping in-tact, we would not have the opportunity to simply 'meet-up', it would be just the two of us,

I was still debating on my career paths, some reciting for me to continue in literature, write or form a company on that spectrum, some conveying for criminal investigation, I had to properly sit down and decide that, once the whole moving-scandal will be officially over,

Rafe was constantly suggesting for me to rely on his money and wealth, as I do acknowledge that he can afford...a lot of pristine privileges, truly a lot, I do want to have something, to feel passionate about it, since, our correlation is not based on his money,

I suspect the sodding Jenna to impact him that way, even though he is not speaking of it, but his attempts to show me his love is either, sexual, physical or money-wise,

I repeatedly try to convince him that-that is not the prime incentive for me loving him, as it will take time to stabilise that in his mind,

Nonetheless, the debate will continue once we're settled and ensconced there...

Currently, the sole debate was on whether I should wear a dress or trousers,

'Dress is easier to rip off.' Rafe whispers against my ear, luring me back in bed as I was holding the two garments in my hands,

'We have to get ready, we've already overslept.' I state, trying to repel his hands on my waist that so tentatively pull me back in-between the sheets,

'They can wait.' He claims, as his lips trail down my shoulder, groaning my name as he reaches my neck,

I chuckle, attempt to resist his charm, keeping my eyes on the dress, examining it as I briefly close my eyes, sighing,

'Oh come on princess...you know I don't like to wait, so if I have to get you the hard way, I most definitely will, the choice is yours.' He prompts, his lips tracing down my arm by now,

I toss the dress aside,

We still have...some time...

Rafe smirks and pulls me closer, holding me by my waist,

'That's my girl.' He says, laying me down...

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'Crap-we're late-' I announce, glancing at the clock as Rafe simply groans in exasperation,

'I can give an excuse...' He suggests,

'This one time love, we are moving tomorrow, this one dinner, and then it's just the two of us.' I compromise as he sighs and stands up, walking towards me,

Rafe leans behind me, looking over my shoulder as he rests his chin there,

He looks at the drawer with aligned dresses on it, he then points at the black-laced one as whispers,

'This one.'

I hold it up and look at it, examining if it would go with the shoes,

'Alright...sure.' I respond, depositing it on the bed,

He then opens one of the drawers and searches for something,

He then retrieves a black strapped-up lingerie as a salacious grin swings over his lips,

He looks at me and places the lingerie beside the dress,

'And this...' He taunts, conveying for me to wear the lingerie,

I chuckle and nod,

'Fine.'

He steps closer to me and plants a soft a kiss at the side of my head,

'Good girl.' He whispers...

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