For Your Love // Rafe Cameron X Reader

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Everything was set for the fundraiser tomorrow. All that was left to do now was for the staff at the Country Club to set it all up and decorate the place according to your strict plan tomorrow morning. 

For now, you showered and got to work contacting the suppliers and caterers to ensure everything was going to run smoothly without margin for error. 

Your phone lights up with a contact calling that you hadn't expected to ever hear from again when you left New York. Your ex boyfriend, Dean. All pretty green eyes and leather jackets, from deep in Texas which gave him the most wonderful accent and charm - your dad hadn't liked him since he wasn't rich and had no way to 'provide for you' like it was the fucking 50's and you needed that shit.

You broke up under a mutual understanding anyway that it just wasn't working out. He was always fun, but there wasn't true love there - not for you anyway. Not to mention, he was a little... Boring. It always felt like your relationship was missing something and the thought wouldn't leave your head until you ended the whole thing altogether.

Despite your better judgement, you answer, setting it on speakerphone while you work on emailing the contacts helping out tomorrow on your laptop. "Dean? Hey!" You greet, fingers tapping away on your keyboard.

"Hey, darlin'." He says, that Southern Texan drawl that always made you gooey making you smile. "How's island life treating you?"

"It's okay." A lie. "Been busy, you know? How's home?"

"Not the same without you." 

"Always the charmer." You roll your eyes playfully despite the fact he can't see it but he laughs anyway. A melodic sound to your ears after such a strange few days. Dean was sweet and kind and most importantly he was familiar. You knew him well, didn't have to second guess his motives or intentions ever. It felt good to talk to him.

"What are you working on?" He says, sighing as if he'd just sat down in a comfortable chair. There was a busy sound in the background, like he was in a room full of people. 

"A fundraiser I'm hosting tomorrow at the Country Club. Nothing too fancy."

"Well, I'm sure if you're hosting it, it's definitely going to be fancy." You could hear the smile in his voice and your work is briefly abandoned as you slump back into your seat, blowing a laugh through your nostrils. There's a brief, comfortable pause before he says. "Good luck with it. I know you'll be great."

"Thank you. I actually, umm.. Have a few things I need to do for it. Do you mind if I call you back later?"

"Only if you don't forget me." He quips and your own smile grows.

"I won't. Bye, Dean."

"Bye, darlin'."

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The day of the fundraiser was finally here.

Your dress was hung up on the back of your door as you got dressed to assist with the set-up. After changing into some jean shorts and a white camisole, you brush your fingers over the fabric of your dress lovingly as you head out, unable to contain your excitement for when you could finally put it on tonight. 

You met Rose at the Country Club, where she was frantically barking orders to the staff. "Rose! Hey." You greet, cutting into her berating of an employee for the fact one length of the string lights on the ceiling was a few centimeters off. 

"Oh, at last. I'm so happy you're here." She sighs, waving the guy off flippantly amuch to your chagrin. "We still have so much to do."

"Let me take over. Why don't you go get some fresh air?" You smooth your hands comfortingly over her upper arms. She deflates instantly and pulls a face that screams 'woe is me', bottom lip jutting petulantly out as she nods her head.