Blame It On Pride

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

Y/n's POV:

Pacing back, everyone was already getting ready to officially leave,

Rafe was guiding me in by holding my waist,

Whilst Rafe and Wheezie clamoured about the fact that if anyone hurts her, she should notify him instantly,

Rose stepped beside me and embraced me, smiling,

'You know, I am fascinated...' She initiates, as I narrows my eyes, slightly perplexed on her comment,

'You are the first person who ever made him feel that way, his eyes never leave you, he is constantly holding you and he openly announces that he loves you, that has never happened...ever.'

I blush and lower my head, as I peek from below and notice that his eyes are in fact lingering over me, smirking once we lock our gazes,

'It's true, I've never seen him this way...so happy, so passionate about you, he's never been that way, the way he looks at you...he's so in love Y/n...' She states, smiling at me,

'Thank you Mrs. Cameron for-'

'Oh please, call me Rose.'

'Rose, thank you for everything...' I mutter as she chuckles and embraces me once more,

'Well, you two must go, everything is packed as I was informed, good luck and safe journey, let us know once you've landed.' She muses as Rafe holds me by my waist whilst taking my purse,

'Bye son, let me know once you've landed.' Ward crooned, Wheezie snaked her arms around Rafe and expressed her goodbyes...

We sauntered outside towards the car, as Rafe opened the door for me, walking across, he sits in across the wheel,

Staring the engine, he places one of his hands behind my seat and looks behind him, controlling the wheel with his free palm,

Once he's managed the direction, his hand instinctively clashes on my inner thigh as he leads the car towards the airport,

I glance through the window, my eyes examining the view,

I fully acknowledge that this is not the end, we will keep in-tact and my parents were assured that they can visit soon, however it is a massive step,

Merely two years ago, if someone would've told me that I'd be moving to New York with Rafe Cameron, that we wouldn't try to assassinate each other at every possible opportunity, I'd laugh at them and carry on the chase on who-will-murder-who-first...

My parents are happy for me, my friends have explained that, they are pleased, If I am, and that we can still contact,

Everything seems so gradual-yet so fast,

It seems as though yesterday was our first mission together,

I remember him claiming in a jet that he won't even try saving me, and that I should mark his words...

Look at us now...

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Whilst parking the car, I notice that there is two stewardesses, one ginger and another one brunette,

The stand, smiling enthusiastically at the entrance,

Modicum lanterns attached to the staircase are arranged efficiently...

Rafe opens the door for me, as I step out, smiling at him,

Holding me beside him, he takes us towards the entrance, stewardesses greet us warmly as they welcome us inside,

The doors are closed as the champagne is being poured,

We clank our glasses, whilst the stewardesses are walking back to their langue after asking myriads of questions on whether we fancy anything else,

It's just the two of us...

Whilst placing my glass back on the portable counter, I 'incidentally' brush my fingers along Rafe's thigh to what he grunts and nods, looking at me,

'Sorry...' I mumble,

He chuckles and places his glass aside,

'Don't apologise, finish what you've started.' He responds, tilting his head,

The jet is already moving, we have been in air for the past half an hour, it's safe,

My eyes lock with his,

Opening my seatbelt, I scoot over in front of him, pulling my hair in a low tail,

Rafe gets ahold of it, as he suddenly pulls my head back and bends over himself, our faces inches apart,

'I might reward you afterwards, but if you try to tease me, remember that wherever we are, I will bend you over, and give you a taste of it, so be careful princess.' He threatens, leaning back as he inspects me from above,

'Now be a good girl for me, and do as you're told.' He orders...

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