Yes, Sir || Ransom Drysdale // Knives Out

Part 4

A/N: Hehehe... So sorry!!! Yes, I know it's been months but I was struggling with a few details but I have a feeling you'll enjoy this chapter! I'll update soon again I PROMISE!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Swearing (duh), Smut, Angst, Fluff 

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Ransom's POV

My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. Raquel was sitting up staring at the door.

"You... You planned that, didn't you?" She whispered.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, zipping up my pants. She looked down at me and I saw she had tears in her eyes.

"You planned for her to come in here, didn't you?!" She hissed.

"Her who? What are you talking about?"

"Meg!" Raquel jumped off the bed and fixed her pants. "She just came in here which was perfect timing, don't you think?! God, I'm such an idiot!"

"Woah, Raquel, you don't think I told her to come in here, right? Because I didn't..."

"I wouldn't put it past you!" She scoffed. "Or did you forget about the incident with the Nazi?"

"Jesus, you're still on that?! Why do you keep throwing that in my face?"

"Um, maybe because it happened YESTERDAY!" She shouted. I stayed silent. "Look, I don't know what sick twisted game you're playing, but I want nothing to do with it! Or you! So please, please, please... just leave me the hell alone..." Then she walked out of the room, slamming the door shut.

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How is it that even when I'm not to blame, I'm still to blame? What purpose would arranging for Meg to catch us together serve? I know exactly why I couldn't get hard for that blonde earlier. It's because I want Raquel... I always have. Since the day Grandad hired her. And since I finally got to have her last night, I realized that nothing else compares. You can't go back to catfish once you've had caviar, am I right? And I wasn't about the let her go. That's why I was doing exactly what I was doing now...

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I muttered to myself before ringing the doorbell. I was at Raquel's apartment door, holding a bouquet of roses. Music was playing loudly on the other side of the wall, so I rang the doorbell again. Finally I heard rattling and unlocking. When the door swung open, a girl who wasn't Raquel stood in the doorframe, her eyes popping out of her head.

"Well, hello," She grinned. "You're certainly not the Thai food we ordered but I'll definitely settle for you..." God, I'm gonna vomit in my mouth.

"Is Raquel in?" I asked. Her smile turned into a frown.

"Boo, no fair. She always gets the cute ones. ROCKY! IT'S FOR YOU!" She shouted before making her way back inside. Raquel appeared in the doorway a second later. She saw me and rolled her eyes.

"I swear to god, if you show up here one more fucking time, I'll get a restraining order," she warned.

"I had nothing to do with what happened back at the house," I reassured her. "And I know nothing I do will make up for what I did to you yesterday and I know you can't forgive me but..." I took a deep breath. "Would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?" Her hostility dropped and she looked at me curiously.

"What?" She asked. "Are... Are you serious?"

"I want to make it up to you. Properly." I told her.