The noise of the big party organized by Rafe was no longer so loud behind the other side of the bedroom door. The alcohol in your blood flowed as you lay on the bed, only in your underwear, while your boyfriend lay exploring between your legs, making you shudder with every sensation — thank god the music and the noise of the people were louder than your moans.

well... yeah, the situation was a bit weird; getting oral sex in your ex boyfriend's bed, in his own room, while they were attending their own party wasn't so great on your part — you didn't care much, in fact rafe was high enough out there to even realize that his ex-girlfriend had attended his own party; there were so many people that he didn't even notice.

You arched your back on the mattress that brought back so many memories that you tried to ignore, until the loud sound of the door opening burst that bubble of pleasure you were immersed in. Your boyfriend quickly pulled away, as the sudden interruption took you two by surprise.

“The fuck—?!” You exclaimed as you turned to look at the entrance, covering your half-naked body with the sheets while your boyfriend quickly put on his shirt.

The light came on, illuminating the entire room and in the process, revealing the familiar figure of Rafe in the doorway; a completely serious and also somewhat drugged rafe, observing the scene with his serious and incredulous expression — To be clear, he wasn't even looking at the guy next to you, he couldn't take his eyes off you.

“Havin’ fun?” He glared at them both, his voice coming out calmly as if nothing had happened and with a clearly fake and ironic smile forming on his lips — his clenched jaw and literally killer gaze gave him away "Aren't you embarrassed to have sex in someone else's house? I mean— the party is outside, in case you didn't know." He said, making a grimace with his lips as his hand pointed out of the room, looking at both of them with that false tranquility.

You looked at him and could feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment, your arms tightening against the sheet around your body — Rafe stood there, staring at them without any shame and with the nerve to look so calm in a situation that is supposed to be so uncomfortable. After all, it's his house, his room, and his party.

He exhaled heavily and walked into the room, grimacing as he walked over to your boyfriend and picked up his jacket from the floor, handing it back to him roughly but still with that smile fake in her face “Nice jacket, doesn’t even look like you bought it at a thrift store. Can you go?” He asked as he patted his shoulder and practically pushed him towards the door, speaking to him with false politeness.

“But she—” Your boyfriend said, his jacket in his arms, watching you over Rafe’s shoulder, both of you at the door. Rafe looked at him and smiled falsely, cutting him off without any shame “Bye” He spoke his words coldly, literally closing the bedroom door in your boyfriend's face.

rafe turned around once he closed the door, looking at you with his disturbingly serene expression “Was he giving you oral sex in my bed? Really?” He points incredulously, looking at you while raising his eyebrows ironically, “Tell me that at least he knows how to do it well or I'll have to die laughing.” He looked at you mockingly, almost trying not to laugh.

typical Rafe attitude; the typical ex-boyfriend who can't leave you alone and ruins every moment of your life so he can't see you with someone else. In his defense, he says that no one will ever replace him or make you feel what he did — yes, his ego is fucking sky-high, but you are his weakness always.