Officially her Bitch//Rafe Cameron (COMPLETE)

Part 22

Mias POV:
I opened my mouth to argue but he grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me up from the dock and walking me sharply back to his house.

'Rafe?' I asked quietly, getting no response. I pulled my wrist from his hand and waited for him to stop walking, he did.

'What is going on? You promised to stop keeping me in the dark, treating me like a child.' I said, throwing my hands in the air in frustration.

He turned back towards the dock and sighed as if he was checking nobody else was around.

'Why were you talking to JJ?' He asked, running one hand along his jaw. I scoffed, earning an angry glance.

'That's what this is about? Me speaking to JJ?' I asked, crossing my arms in defence.

'No, Mia, this isn't about you speaking to fucking JJ, this is about you giving information to JJ.' He responded angrily, crossing his own arms back at me.

I uncrossed mine, not liking how he mirrored my body image when he was angry.

'Maybe it's not me that's giving JJ information.' I responded, putting my hand on my hip and looking towards Toppers house, police tape surrounding the front door.

He scrunched up his face in disgust of my comment.

'John B threatened me, asked me to clear his name or you'll get into trouble. I did it, all whilst telling the truth. Nothing I told JJ he wouldn't find out anyway.' I responded, bored or the baby treatment Rafe was giving me.

'That doesn't stop me hating you speaking to him.' He said glumly, reaching for my hand and waiting for me to take it.

'I knew this was about your jealousy' I mumbled, taking his hand and walking with him towards the house. He let go, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

'Right, sorry. Rafe Cameron isn't a jealous person, apparently.' I mocked, rolling my eyes.

'Jealousy is an emotion you feel over something you don't own. I'm territorial, love.' He muttered under his breath, looking at me out of the corner of his eye to see the effects his words would undoubtedly have on me.

It had been a couple weeks since we'd been to any parties, and despite Rafe's rule of hanging low, I felt like we deserved to go out and enjoy our newly found freedom in the truth of John B.

'Come on, there's a party on the beach tonight, let's go.' I smiled, kissing his cheek to try and butter him up.

'Nice try, but no.' He responded without even giving it a second thought, opening the house door for me and ushering me in.

'Rafe it's been weeks, come on, let loose.' I said, grabbing both of his hands and making him dance.

He tensed them so I was unable to move
him and smiled at me sarcastically, making me stop.

'Your throat Mia, you're just getting your voice back.' He warned.

'She's right, son, go out and enjoy yourself. Besides, I think she's won you the right to party.' Ward smiled from his desk, lifting up his own glass of whiskey in the air.

I looked at Rafe hopefully and was excited to see a small smile form on his lips, shaking his head slowly as he grabbed my hand and pulled me up to his room.

'Is that a yes?' I asked, quietly to avoid hurting my voicebox.

'It's a yes, if you let me pick your outfit again.' He said, looking me up and down placing a hand on my hip as he spun me around.

'Okay, we'll have to go to mine though, all of my dresses are there.' I responded, looking at the lone blue dress I'd left in his wardrobe.

'I was thinking moreee, tracksuit, but if you wanna wear a dress that's cool too.' He shrugged teasingly, looking through his clothes with a small smile.

I elbowed him softly, watching as he picked out his own outfit and took off his tshirt.
He shot me a small wink, his mouth twisted into that smirk that played tricks on me every time I saw him.

'Are you sure you still wanna go, because we can stay, I'm more than happy.' Rafe teased, lifting the new shirt over his head and pulling it over his body to cover what I was previously staring at.

I shook my head, getting up from his bed and opening his door, leading him quietly to my house, wanting to reserve my speech for tonight.

'Are you going to that party tonight Mia? I want you to be careful, lotta kids from the cut. And your neck!.' My father shouted from his study, not even taking his eyes off of his computer.

'She'll be safe, mr Anderson, don't worry.' Rafe responded, making me roll my eyes.

'So, what colour?' I asked Rafe, keeping my wardrobe firmly closed.

'I can't pick a colour without seeing the type of dress.' He said begrudgingly crossing his arms.

'Too bad.' I responded, pouting sarcastically at him. He thought for a moment, tapping his fingers on my bed frame.

'Rose gold.' He said specifically. I shook my head in confusion, but opened my wardrobe and pulled out the only rose gold dress I had.

'Close call, only got one of these.' I laughed, throwing the hanger on the bed and pulling my tshirt over my head.

'Oh, I know.' He responded, leaning back against my bed frame and slowly running his tongue along his bottom lip.

'Unbelievable.' I said softly, realising Rafe would've seen me get the dress, he'd known me since we were kids.

It was stupid of me to assume he'dve never seen inside of my wardrobe. I took my hair down and ruffled it up a little, sitting down on the edge of the bed to put on an anklet and a few other accessories.

'Rafe, can you put my necklace on for me?' I asked quietly, my breath hitched in my throat.

'Oh? You sound a little nervous.' He chuckled, moving closer to me, taking the necklace from my hand and putting it around my neck, allowing his fingers to linger a little longer than expected.

'You make me feel like a girl living her secondary school love.' I laughed, covering my blushed face.

'Well, we didn't get to do it back then, let's do it now.' He said, tilting his head to look at me, and wrapping his fingers around a few strands of my hair, pulling our faces closer and allowing his lips to touch mine.

His hands knowingly began to explore my body, lifting my skirt higher and higher until it was sat on my waist.

'We've got to go.' I whispered, just long enough to keep his lips away from mine.

'Mhm, just one more.' He responded, kissing me for a few more seconds before pulling away.

I stood up, glaring at him as I pulled my dress down, making sure he knew what he'd done. He flashed me a small smile and held out his hand, picking up his car keys with the other and leading me downstairs.

'Take care guys, have fun, Rafe, don't let her get too drunk!' My mum smiled, a little warning in her comment.

'I'm afraid that's not something I can control.' Rafe chuckled, somewhat worried.

I flashed him a look and got into the passenger seat of his car, excited for the party.

'I'm not sure this is a good idea anymore, im kinda In agony.' I whispered, rubbing at my bruised throat, conscious that the foundation wouldn't cover all of the bruising the whole night.

'Let's go for an hour, you got me excited.' Rafe said, I knew he didn't want to go, he just wanted to encourage me out, despite what with Topper.

I nodded, squeezing his hand calmly.

'No matter what pogues are there, you're mine, remember.' Rafe said calmly, starting the entine and letting his hand disappear up my dress, pushing my thong to the side.

I gasped, grabbing his arm but letting go when I heard him chuckle.

'That's what I wanted to hear, good girl.'