For Your Love // Rafe Cameron X Reader

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You pale at the ridiculous bid as Rafe shouts it across the room. You thought you got lucky when he remained silent the entire time the bidding went on, despite his friend bidding for you instead. Honestly, at this rate, you think you'd rather take Topper despite how annoying he seemed.

And then Rafe had called out his bid and the room had fallen silent. 

Even Rose was stood there perplexed for a second, but you figure that had more to do with the fact Rafe had just bid an obscene amount of money for a date that would have to come from her and his father's account. 

But she had no choice but to accept it, since rejecting it meant she wouldn't be putting anything into the fundraiser she had a hand in organising. 

So, "Going once," she says, laughter a little more strained this time. You shoot charming smiles to some of the gross old men who'd bid as well, but none of them seemed to take the chance to outbid Rafe.

"Twice..." Rose draws it out, willing as much as you were for someone else to jump on the bid. 

"Sold. To my very own step-son, Mr. Rafe Cameron." Rose finishes with a tight tone and you feel the pebble of annoyance in your chest drop into your stomach. 

Great. Just great.

At least you could now step down from the stage and out of the spotlight, Dean offering a helping hand from the height of the heels you were sporting. "What was that about?" He arches a brow at you and you're not sure how to even begin answering that question. 

"It's uhh.. A long story." You huff, glaring at the object of your irritation from across the room. Rafe himself was grinning like the Cheshire cat, lifting his champagne flute as if to toast to his victory.

"Want me to rough him up a little?" Dean offers and you manage a laugh at the offer, knowing he probably would have actually seen it through had you agreed. He had your attentions now, and you smile at his sweet nature. "That's okay." You say, a hand on his upper arm that makes his own smile grow. "I'm sure I can handle it."

"Well, if you'd like... I know how we can piss him off at least." He had this hint of something behind his eyes that you don't catch at first until his tongue darts out over his parted lips. Oh. Oh. That kind of retaliation. 

It was definitely tempting. 

Dean's hand snakes around your waist, his lips close to your ear as he whispers against it. "Just follow my lead, okay? Tell me to stop if it gets too much." The tip of his nose brushes over your cheek and you barely move your head to nod yet he catches it anyway. "Now laugh like I said something real funny."

You do as instructed, though it doesn't take much since the situation in itself was hilarious. Dean's hand moves lower down your back as he guides you gently back onto the makeshift dance floor upon which a few of the couples had gotten up to slow-dance to the orchestral music playing. 

His fingertips settle over the rise of your hips, pulling you against him. When you cast a quick glimpse over his shoulder, you're satisfied to see Rafe still watching you both like a hawk, lips set in a hard line.

Hah. He was jealous. 

And seething.

The plan was working and you knew it was mean, that it was beneath you, but fuck did it feel good to see him sweat a little as he'd just done to you when he bid for your date. You had to go on the date. But you didn't have to enjoy it or be nice to him. 

"Ready for the big finale?" Dean asks, a devilish glint in those green hues of his as they drop to your lips. He was loving this just as much as you were. Little shit.