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"𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀," 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘, keeping my voice light. "Sorry, I couldn't answer... I thought it would be rude toward her."
I hated lying to him. But what else could I do? If Rafe knew where I had really been—who I had been meeting—he wouldn't hesitate. He'd act first, think later, and I couldn't afford that right now.
He didn't respond immediately, just ran his tongue over his bottom lip, like he was debating whether to believe me. I forced myself to hold his gaze, unwavering.
"What emergency?" he finally asked.
Shit.
I scrambled for an answer, spitting out the first thing that came to mind. Something about Adriana's ex showing up drunk at her place, making a scene. Rafe didn't look convinced, but he didn't push it either.
I leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "I'm gonna change," I murmured, hoping to escape before he decided to interrogate me further.
Upstairs, I pulled off my top, now standing in just my bra and skirt. I exhaled, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake the unease weighing on my chest.
Then—
"Who the fuck is this?"
Rafe's voice thundered from downstairs, sharp and furious.
I froze.
Before I could even react, the door slammed open.
Rafe stood in the doorway, phone in hand, jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap. His entire body radiated fury, his blue eyes dark with rage.
"What?" I managed, breathless.
He held up my phone. On the screen, a message notification glowed:
"Cute little skirt you had on. Visit us often – Javier."
My stomach dropped.
Javier.
Fuck.
Gustav must have given him my number.
Rafe's grip on the phone was deadly, his knuckles white.
I rolled my eyes and snatched the phone from his hand. "It's nothing," I muttered, shoving past him as I walked downstairs.
I had no patience for this. Not tonight.
Rafe was already behind me, storming into the kitchen after me.
"We've been in a relationship for a fucking day, and you're already whoring around?" His voice was razor-sharp, dripping with venom. "Are you kidding me, Catalina?"
