Blame It On Pride

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

Y/n's POV:

Rafe has aligned all the options,

'I am currently mainly interested in criminal investigation...' I mutter as he looks at me,

'Is it not dangerous?' He asks as I shake my head,

'No, not at all, investigating fundamental convicts, the way they're linked and all that...I've always been interested in that...'

He nods, looking over the pamphlets,

'We'll...as soon as it is not dangerous, and you like it, I can make this work, easily.' He says,

'But Rafe...let's at least do it together, searching for interviews and everything...'

'Princess, I can get you that job by tomorrow if required.'

'I know you can, but let's take this slowly, there's no haste.' I assure as he sighs,

'Whatever you say my love.' He responds, kissing my shoulder softly,

I tilt my head, gently exhaling and giving him wider access to my neck,

His fingers trace down my collarbone, diving through the cut of my dress,

'We'll be late to dinner...' I mumble, seeing through his intentions,

'I can purchase the whole place If I want to, we've got as much time as we need.' He whispers back, hooking me up and placing me on the offie table, scattering the residue belongings aside,

Our movements become more heated, more aggressive, more desperate for each other, passionate,

He kisses my neck whilst groaning my name against my skin,

Brute marks remain on my skin,

'Fuck Y/n.' He grunts whilst unbuckling his belt, tossing it aside,

In a haste of a moment, he rips my dress apart,

'I'll buy you thousands of dresses princess.' He explains, pushing me closer as we both gasp once we get in contact with our intimate parts,

Our breathing hard against each other, his mouth over mine as he unfastens his trousers and lowers his boxers,

Inserting himself in, we both groan each other's name, his fingers interlocking with my skin, tightening his grip,

My hands travel to his hair,

My lipstick is stained on his neck and his lips as his pace quickens,

Rafe's right hand holds my waist as his left hand grips my cheek,

Pace accelerating as the table begins to move faster within us,

Whatever else was on the table is lying on the floor by now,

I rest my head on his shoulder as I hear his heavy breathing against my ear,

Soft whispers escape my mouth as I am no longer able to contain the need to release myself,

'Rafe-I'm close-' I initiate as he holds me towards him,

'Not yet.' He commands, his pace remaining vulgar as I plead for that climax,

'I can't-'

'Yes you fucking can Y/n.' He muses, throwing his head back as he groans my name,

'On three...' He instigates,

'Two...'

As eventually, we both whisper the number 'one' and let ourselves clad in those tingles of gratification...

His hands wrap around me, snaking me closer towards him as we attempt to rationalise out breathing,

"Fucking hell Y/n..." He whispers...

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After demanding for his assistant to get a new dress, Rafe steps out of the office to take it,

Meantime I examine his office a bit more meticulously,

My phone starts vibrating as I read the contact,

"Lewis"...

Answering the call, I hear him ecstatically chuckling,

"Hey Y/n! I've heard the big news, you've moved to New York finally?"

"Oh yeah, hey Lewis, me and Rafe did..." I comment as I hear him clear his throat,

"Oh with Mr. Cameron, you're still together?" He sounds grimmer, what on Earth is that supposed to mean?

"Yes, we've got an apartment together, why?"

"Oh, nothing, just...interested, well then, how about we all meet up, celebrate the festivity,"

"Oh I'm not sure yet, I need to talk with Rafe about it."

"Well then you let me know, I'm excited to see you."

"I'll talk with Rafe about that, and, you mean us, right?"

"Yeah, yes of course." He chuckles awkwardly, I then see Rafe walking in, his eyebrows narrowing once he sees me talking with someone,

"I have to go, bye." I respond as I hear Lewis mutter "bye-bye",

I hang up.

"Who was that?" Rafe asks skeptically, walking towards me with a dress in his hands,

"Oh it's Lewis, he heard that we moved here, he wants for all of us to celebrate that."

Rafe shakes his head and begins to clad me in the dress,

"I don't think so, I've never liked him." He responds,

"I understand, but it's different now, we're living together, I'm yours and there's nothing to worry about." I reassure,

"You've always been mine darling, and I'll think about it." He responds, zipping up my dress,

"Alright..." I muse as he plants a kiss on my lips,

"I don't like that bastard, is there going to be someone else?" He asks,

"I think so, maybe the whole crew." I assume,

"We'll see, maybe." He explains as I nod,

He starts to lead me outside towards the car, holding me by my torso beside him...

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