Rafayel: Love and Deepspace Fanfic

Chapter 1: Keisari Raine

"Mr. Rafayel!!" reporters flocked Rafayel as and I slipped off the crowd silently guarding him. I am his bodygurad afterall. Wearing a red bodycon dress with a high slit in my right leg that he personally chose for me. I kept my hands on my sides, making sure I always have my gun with me.

He's wearing a red suit and his usual fashion accessories. This handsome fish.. I shook my head.

My attention was caught by the woman who owns the exhibit— I can sense something off with her so I kept my eyes on her every move. She's wearing a sexy night gown with a very low neckline. my eyes turned to slits when the woman tried to kiss Rafayel.

Oh no, lady. keep off your dirty mouth away from that man.

I moved my feet towards them but stopped midway. she successfully kissed Rafayel and he looked like he liked it too. I can feel something tugging inside me.

I sighed as I tried to calm myself down.

"Mr. Rafayel, a lot of your fans has been curious if you have a girlfriend." one reporter asked and he smiled, ready to answer the question.

"Girlfriend? Oh no, I dont have one." he answered confidently.

Another tug on my chest.

Well, if he says so, then maybe..

I shook my head again trying to understand everything that he says in the interview.

"I am too focused on my painting to have one!" he laughed and then walked inside the hotel where the exhibit is located. I softly walked on the sides so no one would notice me. I needed to be attentive to the surroundings, casting my sentiments aside, I continue keeping an eye on him.

"Mr. Rafayel! what's your inspiration for your new painting?" I stopped to look at him and listen to his answer.

"You'll know in time. I need to go inside." he politely answered as he held the art exhibits owner's hand. I know deep inside I am starting to get pissed off.

I walked inside and then waited for him in the lobby, I sat by the sofa and kept watch.

He roamed his eyes and saw me, a familiar smile on his lips. I tried to smile and failed.

A sudden worry flashed in his eyes but I just shrugged. he pulled out his phone and typed, a few minutes passed, my phone vibrated.

"You okay? we can ditch this exhibit if you want to." his message said. I shook my head and tried to reply.

"Nah, you do your thing, I'll be watching you, don't worry." then I sent it.

I lifted my gaze and saw him looking more worried. I tried calling him and walked to the back of the hotel, it looked safe so..

"Rafayel."

"Where are you going?"he asked, his voice panicking.

"To get some air."

"Did I upset you?"

"Nope. Enjoy the exhibit, Rafayel, I will come back in a bit." I said as I look for a bench to sit on.

"NO. I'll come to you, where are you?"

"Mr. Rafayel, this is the way to the exhibit." I hear the voice call him.

"I.. I n-need to—"

"I'll be around you shortly, Rafayel, come with them." I urged him then ended the call. I am getting too worked up. I know how famous he is so I need to control my mood more.

I decided to come inside and try to tail him silently. I trust Rafayel to behave himself. A  server passed by me and he carried a tray of wine, I snatched two glasses and leisurely roamed the halls of the exhibition.  It's safe, and Rafayel's still flocked with the reporters with the art exhibit woman still by his side. I walked slowly behind the press.

"Mr. Rafayel, you looked bothered." I heard the woman say.

"It's n-nothing."

The exhibition continued and I continue drinking from the servers trays.

"Kei." I heard his voice behind me, his boyish face a bit serious.

"Yes, Mr. Rafayel?" I answered as I walked slowly towards him.

"What did you just call me now?" He quickly walked towards me and immediately smelled the wine I just drank. "Are you drunk?"

"Rest assured that I guarded you well, Mr. Rafayel." I smiled at him. "I also guarded your partner tonight!" I happily informed.

"Part--" he looked at me surprised. "Kei.." he pulled me to a dimly lit part of the hallway. "Kei.." he tried to catch my attention.

"What, Mr. Rafayel?" I asked a bit cold.

"Are you jealous of that woman?" He asked me as he let me lean my back on the wall. I looked at his eyes and reveled in his irises. That blue with a hint of purple irises like his power. Fire.

Jealous?

With a sudden strength, i pulled him close to me and pushed him to the wall a bit hard, my right leg between his pinning him to the wall.

I squint my eyes. "Jealous Rafa? Me? Jealous?"

Yeah, Kei, try to deny the jealousy dripping in your voice. The other side of my mind taunted me.

His cheeks turned a bit darker. Meaning he is blushing, again.

"What if I am? She fucking kissed you, Rafa." I hissed. "I am just a bodyguard. What the fuck do those reporters know?"

"W-Wait, Kei.."

"I know. I know. I know I own you. I do." I looked at him straight, my frustration never dissipating. "But I am getting pissed off because of that woman. After all, you don't have a girlfriend!"

"But--"

"I know.." i gave him a frustrated kiss and he tried to push me away.

"Keisari.. you are drunk." He tried to reason out with me.

"You probably don't want anyone to see you with me, right?" I smiled, a bit sad about the realization.

Beside the wall is a glass window overlooking the city. He held my hand and pulled me close to it. He leaned on the glass window and hugged me, his hands on my waist.

Rafayel stood at 6 feet and I stood at 5feet 5inches and with the help of my heels, i added an additional four inches. I can easily hold him down. I have been into a lot of formal events with him I can run smoothly with heels this high.