LITTLE SECRET | RAFE CAMERON

21: 𝘜𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

When Alice dared to look over her shoulder - turning to the familiar voice - she wished she hadn't done so.

It was Rafe accompanied by Topper, who actually showed no interest in her previous words but rather in Sarah, who didn't seem particularly happy about seeing him.

Rafe, on the other hand, leaned against the marble counter next to Alice with a questioning look, an almost empty beer in his hand.

„Sorry for interrupting, but Sarah...uh, can we talk?" Topper asked, his voice filled with an uncertainty, which made Alice frown in confusion.

It was almost as if Sarah had been keeping something from Alice just as much as she had been keeping something from her.

The only question was whose secret was worse.

With a rather reluctant nod, Sarah willingly left the kitchen with him without any further explanation.

Leaving Alice behind with two idiots, namely Kelce and Rafe.

„What was that about?" She frowned and looked back at Kelce.

„Top thinks she's cheating on him" He shrugged plainly.

„What?"

„Yeah, since Midsummer's, after you disappeared with your secret one night stand-„

„Secret one night stand?" Rafe interrupted him with a laugh, making Alice roll her eyes as she took a long sip of her drink.

Here we go.

„Uh-huh, that's what we we're talking about before you two came" Kelce chuckled and wiggled his brows at her. „our litte Miss Blakely here had some fun instead of attending Midsummer's"

„Ohh, so he was the one who was so good in bed?" Rafe looked at her.

She felt a certain anger bubbling up inside her as she held his gaze, noticing how his eyes kept sliding down to her cleavage.

The dress was doing its job.

„Nah" She shook her head with a grin. „I'd rather say average"

„Oh yeah?"

„Mh-hm, nothing special."

He brought his bottle to his lips with a scoff and downed the last few sips before placing it back on the counter with a loud thud. She could tell that it definitely wasn't his first beer, not his second either.

All his words fell from his lips in a slurred manner and yet she couldn't deny that he looked incredibly hot tonight.

He wore a white shirt, loose around his torso but tight around his upper arms, exposing his biceps precisely now that he was leaning against the counter and he even styled his hair differently. He wore it the way he had worn it when he left after the night with her. His dirty blonde hair was parted down the middle, with light strands hanging over his forehead.

And the worst part of it all was that he was wearing that damn gold ring.

The one she gave him for his birthday.

However her train of thoughts was suddenly interrupted by him clearing his throat as he turned and leaned sideways against the counter.

The distance between them narrowed, making it difficult for her to ignore what he made her feel.

„You know what?" He slurred and pointed a finger at her. „maybe he thinks that about you too"

With a amused laugh, she turned the same way to him, pulled and briefly rolled her lips together, making her reddish lip gloss stand out. „Well, maybe he should stop being an asshole and go fuck himself then"