I should have stayed at home that day. I shouldn’t have agreed to go to that club with my friends. God, what did you think. Each of your trips to the club ended with some kind of accident. And that day was no exception. It all happened quickly. Alcohol hit me in the head. You only remembered passages. Here you are dancing with some guy. His hands roam your body, and his lips kiss yours, then go down to your neck. But someone pulled you by the shoulder. You look up and see Rafe. You froze. In his eyes you can read anger, disappointment, jealousy, hatred. What is he doing here anyway? -Follow me He said coldly and headed for the exit. You followed him. You got into the car, he didn’t say anything and you were silent. What can I say? He saw everything. He started the car and firmly holding the steering wheel that the knuckles on his hands paled, pressed the gas. He was divery fast. Too much. Emotions completely enveloped him. You’ve come home. He opened the door for you out of habit, let the first one into the house, took off your coat. Yes, even after such a betrayal, Rafe tried to control himself and be a gentleman. He went to the bar, pouring himself a strong whiskey. After drinking in one gulp, he smashed the glass against the wall next to you. His voice is as cold as steel -I’m waiting for explanations, {{user}}