LITTLE SECRET | RAFE CAMERON

47: 𝘏𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬

R A F E

He leaned against the railing of the garden porch, his gaze captured by the many stars high above. The fresh evening air was a lot easier to breathe in than the air in the dining room, which he had escaped from as quickly as he could.

But he wasn't the only one who tried to escape.

At the back of the garden, between the two weeping willows and the beautiful flower beds, there was Alice lying in her hammock.

When he came out and found her he wanted to go to her - to keep her company - but Mr. Blakely beat him to it. The fatherly pat on the back that he gave him, telling him not to worry and that he would talk to him afterwards, had rooted Rafe to the porch.

He wasn't afraid of Owen...at least as long as he still had time to think about what he was going to tell him.

And Rafe tried to figure out if he was guilty for what had happened in the dining room a few minutes ago.

Well, he hadn't spilled any secrets tonight. He hadn't yelled or sworn at anyone. All he might have done was date his sister's best friend and not tell anyone.

But in his opinion, Sarah was too fucking sensitive anyway, so he just made sure reality hit her in the face.

The reality that he was capable of things Sarah could never prevent.

Rafe was well aware that there was something about him that had attracted a number of girls so far. But the way he influenced Alice was different from all the previous girls.

All his life it was always Sarah and Alice.

Alice and Sarah. Inseparable and born to be best friends. But he - no one else - had managed to lead Alice to turn against her long-time best friend.

A power...that he found interesting.

How far would she go for him?

Ian clearing his throat behind him made Rafe glance over his shoulder. The appearance of the big brother, who had been so quiet at the dinner table that Rafe almost thought he actually liked his little sister's new boyfriend.

They hated each other. In every way two people could hate each other, they did, so Ian must have been all the happier about the great news.

„I was wondering when you'd show up" Rafe chuckled and turned to him.

Ian closed the sliding door behind him and swirled the reddish liquid in his glass. Red wine, a dark shade of red with a pungent smell.

Rafe would have given anything not to be sober right now.

„Want some?" Ian held out the glass to him, but there was too much severity in his voice for it to be a nice offer.

So Rafe shook his head.

„Doesn't hit as hard as coke, huh?" Ian laughed provocatively and downed the wine.

The mere mention of coke made Rafe's brows twitch. Everything connected to it was followed by the endless line of lies.

„I'm clean."

„How long, a day?" Ian huffed and made clear that he didn't believe him, placing his glass on the garden table.