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Emery Peyton, the "dumb blonde" who worked at the country club, was known for not being shy about flirting with the older guys for a tip. She didn't mind her job, pouring drinks and wiping down tables wasn't the worst thing.
especially since rafe Cameron somehow made an appearance every time she would clock in definitely was a perk. That was really only to watch like a hawk, his girlfriend Sofia. What a bitch!
Though Emery could swear as she would serve him, his eyes would linger on her instead of the brunette. It wasn't like every girl on Figure Eight didn't like rafe, it would be weird if the dirty blonde wasn't your obsession. And he was very aware of that fact, making sure to act all playfully back just to see how they folded, purely for his own enjoyment.
Like Sofia, who was picked up in rafes fancy car. Emery had just finished her shift, and she and rafes prized possession were both closing tonight. The tension in the air was thick as they made small talk, rafe being the topic of every pathetic excuse of a conversation. "So, you talking to anyone?" Sofia questions as she wipes down the tables, Turning her head to face the blonde behind the bar.
"No, not right now," Emery mumbled, her hands tightening around the glass she was putting away, she couldn't straight up say it was a part of her six-month plan to somehow seduce rafe Cameron. Because when she does, she won't be serving anymore, she would be sipping a pornstar martini whilst watching rafe play a game of golf. A girl could dream.
"I was like that. till I met him, of course" Sofia said nonchalantly, a shrug to her shoulders brushing her hair back to reveal the gold necklace she had obviously got from, him. Ugh. Emery took a deep breath, trying to not eye-roll. "Mhm, lucky you" she manages to get out, teeth sitting down on her tongue.
"Okay well Im gonna go" the brunette says perkily, hand wrapping around a birkin? Oh my god. It had to be from rafe, she couldn't afford that, no way. They were on the same salary. Emery watched as the Cameron boy strutted in, as if he owned the place. A feeling she couldn't place, overpowered her as Sofia jumped into Rafe's arms.
Jealousy, that was the feeling.
Emery's eyes shot back up only to be met with rafes stare, his eyes raking her up and down, biting on his lower lip. Though his girlfriend clung to him. A blush appeared on her cheeks as Sofia ushered him away, his eyes seeming like they were longing for more from her.
Em let her mind drift, taking her from the dirty glasses she was cleaning to her in that mansion, Tanny Hill. Round bump filled with his baby. Another toddler follows behind her and rafe, a big diamond on her ring finger, that outer banks heat hitting just right. That was what Emery deserved, not Sofia.
She was home, home to Emery was the small apartment which she could barely afford, walking through the rooms, her feet loud on the wood floor. She lied in bed, gossip girl playing on the old TV. Her hands wrapped tightly around her phone a small smile appearing on her face as she scrolled through rafes Instagram.
Her cheeks blushed as she admired the way his dirty blonde hair fell perfectly over his face, blue eyes piercing into the camera. It was from his graduation day, she remembered her brother and him being in the same class, the feeling of that childish crush she had whilst watching him in his cap and gown coming back.
Emery zoned out so much she hadn't realised what she had just done, accidentally like the post, from 2019. Fuck. No, no, no. This can't possibly get worse, right?
Her head in her hands cursing, biting down on her bottom lip. Simultaneously praying rafe wouldn't realise till a 'ping' sound goes off. She sighed opening the message to see a screenshot of her liking the photo and multiple question marks, the number was unknown she assumed it was rafe, who else would it be?
She profusely apologised acting like it was some form of mistake, Emery Peyton always thought of herself as a good liar till the next text was delivered.
"Please don't like my boyfriend's old posts again."
