𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐓 / / 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

CHAPTER 28

She wasn't exactly sure why she had agreed to go to Tannyhill with Rafe, his excuse stating that he needed to pick something but before he dropped her off. Maybe it was because she didn't want to go home yet, nor did she want to deal with the shit storm that was brewing between her and JJ if he didn't sort his shit out soon. Using Rafe Cameron for a distraction was a low blow, but then again, Stella Swayer was known for being a toxic bitch when she wanted to, and right now she'd do just about anything to take her mind off of things. So, when Rafe told her he was swinging by his before he took her home, even though they where already in The Cut, she didn't complain. Whatever the reason was, he was glad she had complied.

As Rafe pulled into the drive way her mind was taken back to the day she accompanied Danny and Bear to dish out Rafe's punishment. Since then, she hadn't stepped foot on the property. She wondered briefly if Ward would recognise her, question what she was doing with Rafe and kick up a fuss. God, that would be great, letting all of her anger out at some rich Kook sounded better than sex right now.

"What do you even need from here?" The blonde girl questioned as she climbed off the bike, staring around the grounds with cautious eyes. You could never be too careful in Figure 8, she was a wolf in a lions den here.

"None of your business." Rafe grumbled, hanging the helmet on one of the handles before waving her along. "C'mon, you're making me feel uncomfortable standing there like that."

Stella rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated breath of air, complying with Rafe as she followed him up the steps to the front door. Although she had been inside Tannyhill before, it was only when the Pogue's got to crash one of rare parties that they hosted if Ward and Rose decided to have a romantic weekend getaway — which surprisingly wasn't that often. So, seeing the house in such top tip condition was a shock to Stella. Usually, the place was littered with plastic cup and drunken teens, but today there wasn't a thing out of place and she was able to admire the way the other half lived as Rafe paraded through the house.

The decor was oldy-worldy yet had a modern twist to it. It was obvious that whoever had organised the interior design (she guessed it was Rose) had tried to keep most of the original features whilst trying to incorporate a contemporary twist to it. It was clean, the type of clean where you just knew they had to have a maid, or several for that matter, to keep on top of everything. It was a huge house, sitting on an even bigger plot of land and she was sure that if left alone there was a 100% possibility of her getting lost amongst the many rooms.

Rafe's bedroom was no different from the rest of the house, bar the mess. It fit well with the theme, but it was dark and every piece of furniture was made from solid oak wood. The walls where painted navy, matching the bedsheets and the curtains. There where several pieces of clothing scattered around, as well as empty bottles of liquor and beer.

"Do the maids skip over your room?" She quipped with an arched brow, observing the space. "Don't want them to find your 80's porn collection?"

He gave her a look, choosing to ignore her comments as he began to rummage through his wardrobe, digging through pockets of hung up jackets. "You can sit down you know." He stated, changing the subject. "The bed ain't gonna bite."

"Nah, but you might." She retorted, remaining rooted. "Wouldn't be the first time you've cornered me in a room."

Although he had his back to her, she could still hear the dark snicker he let out as he scratched the back of his head, still searching for whatever he was looking for. "You know, Stella, one day you're gonna realise that your Pogue friends ain't shit." He called over his shoulder, before going back on the hunt. "But don't worry, because I'll be here for you when that happens."