That Problematic Ring 💍

4| Rafe

I take a quick hot bath, wear my clothes and come out of the bathroom. Rubbing the towel against my wet hair, I grab my phone and go through the recent alerts.

"I've heard some rumours about you and that woman who is your family friend. What was her
name?...Fay-Freya Howard, yes. That you both are into each other." Mona speaks.

My jaws harden as I fume at the mention of Freya's name. I tigten the grip on my phone and throw away the towel somewhere on the bed.

"What's going on, Rafe?" Mona continues.

I restrain myself though, "You yourself called it rumours so you should ignore rumours." I flatly answer while still focused on my phone's screen.

She's clueless about the direful wedding event that took place more than a week ago. Mona doesn't have any link with the business or construction industry that turned out to my advantage.

"Rumours can't be baseless." She comes in front of me, "Why they are attaching your name with Freya Howard when you said she's only your friend? If there is anything going on, tell me."

"Damn it, Mona." I explode with high-pitch voice, losing my cool. She flinches. "If you wanna believe what people are talking then go on, I don't care. I don't like to repeat myself."

She's testing my patience. I'm trying to blot out that troublemaker's name from my memory and she's reminding me of her.

"What's with you and your tantrums lately? You get angry on small things." She miffs, "You don't talk to me much and now this when I'm asking a simple question, you are getting annoyed. I can't deal with it."

She flips my lid. I'm not up for arguing, "Fine. Then don't talk to me." I have already so much on my plate right now. I'm not in the mood to pamper her.

She's complaining about my temper. She's not seeing her insane, childish insecurities. Fuck it off. I pocket my phone and turn to leave.

"Rafe, come back." She yells behind, "You can't leave when we're talking."

I ignore her and shut her voice for me by slamming the door of her house once I step out.

What an aggravating world I live in. These days everyone just wants to get under my skin. I'm angry to the point of killing someone or beating or kicking. My head is inflamed like a blazing fire.

No one can blame me for my rude temper. I can't act civil after what I have been through, after enduring the sick joke my family and Freya played with me.

I sweep towards my car when my phone rings. Garrett is calling. I pick it up quickly and vent out, "What's the matter now? Why are you calling me at this hour?"

"I'm sorry." She gets scared at my tactless tone, "It's your father. He called to ask for Salvatore's project file."

I grumble, "So? Search it in the office. I don't roam around the city with work files, Garrett."

It's 8:00 o'clock in the evening. I got free from the office early today and went to Mona's place to get some peaceful time, but dear God, I forgot that peace has taken away from me.

"I tried. I searched around." She quickly defends herself, "I don't think it's here."

I sit in my car, "Can't he wait till morning?" I ask while thinking about where I've kept that file.

"He said he wants right now. He's meeting with one investor and he wants to show it to him. He wants the file in an hour."

I slap the steering wheel. Damn it, Father. "Fine. I'll take care of it." I hang up on Garrett afterwards without waiting for her response.