Play Pretend

Game on

Y/n's POV:

'Good heavens...' I heard Martha utter,

'What is it?' Asks her great nephew, so oblivious,

'It's them again...'. Martha says, inclining on me and Rafe raging on one another,

'It's none of my problem Cameron, you were born rich and-' I initiate, Rafe smirks and slams the door beside me, leaving just the two of us in the room,

He gets ahold of my neck, pressing his rings into my skin as I squelch a lump of air,

'I dare you to continue that sentence.' Rafe says, tilting his head as his eyes glint into mine, he is one special coward,

'Once you let me breathe, I can try.' I mumble,

'Think you're so funny huh?' He rhetorically asks, a smirk chirping at the corners of his lips, he leans towards my ear,

His breath hits my skin,

'I'll give you something to laugh about, if you intend.' He whispers, leaning back,

I keep my eyes sternly on him, fury covering me, I am aching to punch him, slap him, but he has captivated my wrists as well,

His eyes remain on me for a spare second, until he finally lets go, as I unravel into a frenzy of continuous coughing...

'Can't wait to see you in that dress tonight.' He says,

'It's not for you.'

'Oh I doubt that.' He smiles, walking towards the door, leaving it open after him,

I am desperate to slam his head against the frame of it...

—-

'You need to calm down-' Sarah said, standing behind me as she attempted to subside my rage,

'I fucking despise him, how can you two be related? I wish he'd trip down the stairs and hit his head, or-maybe if he walks down the strand of his own ego, he might find the reason why I want him dead.' I say,

'I know, but maybe just ignore him-?'

'Oh no...it's game fucking on.' I smile in the mirror, holding that vermilion-red, silky dress,

'Y/n...I know he's irritating, and don't get me wrong-'

'I shouldn't get you wrong? I'm not Sarah, but what I am certain in, is that you should be getting ready, We. Are. Going.' I grit through my teeth,

'Fine, fine.' She intwined with the skirt in her hands and got up,

I take another glimpse in the mirror, gripping the edge of the table as I tilt my head and cripple a smirk, imagining Rafe standing right in front of me,

'Game. Fucking. On you bloody bastard...'

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Me and Sarah step out of the car, wind rustling my hair ever so elegantly, I clank with my stripy heels as I fix my lipstick with my index finger and thumb,

I have a silky-red dress on that hugs each of my curves, a long cut that longs up my thigh, a 'v' cut that reveals my cleavage and leather-black heels that match my black purse,

It's one of Camerons' things, they do this every year, Sarah dragged me into this until I had a reason to attend myself...

I then see Lucas smiling and waving at me, walking closer as he embraces me, seeming so excited that I came,

'You came? Thank God, and oh-fuck you look...' He goes quiet, his eyes trailing down my body as I tip his chin to face me,

'Look here.' I whisper, smiling, he nods and swallows thickly,

'Sorry, it's just, you look very hot.' He says,

I smile and shake my head,

'Thank you, I'm very flattered.' I smile as he nods and clears his throat,

Lucas is my friend since I we were approximately five, ever since, we managed to remain friends...

'We should go inside.' I say, looking at Sarah who nods and so does Lucas as we make our way inside,

Everything is decorated, lights beaming from left n's right, table plastered with food and drinks, my eyes immediately land on the one with alcohol,

If I want to survive tonight, I need a drink...maybe two.

I trace my fingers across the table and find myself reaching for a martini, however, I can inevitably feel eyes on me, I smile to myself and turn my head only to be met with him across the room,

Rafe is wearing a black suit, his rings glistening against the light above him as he tilts his head, his eyes running down my body as he nods and smirks,

Sipping the whiskey in his hands as he licks the bottom of his lip, maintaining the eye contact with me, someone is talking to him, but the only response he seems to be giving is 'yeah...okay...mhm...'

He downs his whiskey, says something along 'I'll be back' to the guy that was desperately trying to converse with him, as he begins to walk towards me,

His walk is graceful yet determined as he moves closer to the table,

He is right in front of me as I have to look up to meet his gaze, he leans lower beside me and places the glass on the table, as I feel him grin against me as he moves his lips to my ear,

His voice is low and commanding, raspy even,

'Tell your friend that if he doesn't stop looking at you like that, I will slice him apart and pack him in a neat box, got me?'

He is referring to Lucas who turns the other way once Rafe gives him the deadliest look...

Who does he think he is?

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