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60|| Rafe 💵

Rafe

I shouldn't be sitting here thinking about her, much less driving over to her house. It always goes the same way with her, but I can't help myself. Avery Harris has officially ruined my life.

Last time we spoke, some guy she knew showed up to our annual charity dinner, while I was knuckle deep in her. It was stupid to do that at a dinner, with Sarah sitting right beside her, but I couldn't help myself.

She look fucking gorgeous in her dress, and finger fucking her at the dinner table was the least I wanted to do. I wanted to drag her into the bathroom and remind her how good we are together. We spent 2 months being nothing but friends with benefits. Benefits that came multiple times a day, nearly everyday.

I'm not sure exactly what happened though. She said she needed to visit someone in New Orleans and when she came back, she was over our arrangement. I just want to know what the fuck I did or happened to make her to the 180.

Yesterday I overheard Kie and Sarah talking about Avery being back. I wanted to stick around to find out more, but I was already running late to meet my dad and they wouldn't have told me anything anyways.

They were gone when I got back, probably over at Avery's. Well, that was a guess, but I'm here now and there's no sign of Sarah or Kie's car. This is stupid. I should've just stayed home and away like she told me to.

She made it very clear that she didn't want to see me anymore and I listened. I've her two months and now I want to know where we stand. If maybe I have a chance at having what we used to have.

With that thought, I slide out of my car, making my way up to her door. Avery has a nice house and she's only 19. I've always wanted to ask her how she can afford such a place, but she hasn't been so forthcoming about her past.

As far as I know, she's from New Orleans and her ex lives there. At least I think he does. It would explain why she came back upset. I think. Not having any solid information on her is driving me crazy. Knowing my luck, her name isn't even Avery Harris.

I knock on the door, waiting for the door to open. A few seconds pass and nothing. I knock again, trying to keep a level head. It's obvious she's home. I'm parked right behind her car. Ten more seconds pass, and when I think she isn't going to answer, the door swings open.

She stands there in a towel, her hair still dripping. I guess I interrupted her shower. How did she hear me over the water? Her body stiffens, her eyes narrowing on me when she catches me staring. Shit, I don't need her mad before I even get a chance to make my case.

"We need to talk." I shove my hands in my pockets so I don't fidget under her intense stare. I've only seen it a few times and it doesn't get any easier to handle.

"Right now isn't a good time, Rafe." I go to argue, but it's like her words hit her and she quickly realizes something. "It's never going to be a good time. I made myself clear on where we stood. It's over and it'll stay that way. So if you don't mind." She starts to shut the door and I don't think, I just move.

Slipping into the house, I quickly spin around to face her. Her face is red and her death grip on the door increases further. "No, Avery. I'm not done. I want to talk about this. It's the least I deserve." Her body visibly shakes, as she glares daggers at me.

"What you deserve?!" She shrieks. She slams the door, stepping into me. I easily have 8 inches on her, but I feel tiny under her scrutiny. "What you deserve.." She hisses the word like it leaves a bad taste in her mouth, as she steps closer, clutching her towel like her life depends on it.

"Is to leave while you still can. I've made myself very clear and that's that we're over. Bloody hell," She runs her fingers through her hair, tugging on it like she wants to rip it out. I'm not going to tell her that the towel fell when she did that. She's pissed right now.