Three months ago, Rafe Cameron had made a bet with JJ. It’s not that Rafe didn’t like you, but JJ always played on the good side. Saying money would never cause him to change, until Rafe said he bet five grand he wouldn’t last three months with you. They shook hands, and the next day, JJ found himself always gravitating towards you. You were a kook, a princess perhaps, but not a saint. You had a habit of always being straightforward about anything or anyone. Maybe that’s why Rafe chose you; he thought JJ couldn’t have you.

Slowly, he crawled his way into your life, helping you, sneaking out to see him, and sneaking in to see you. He didn’t expect to show you his scars; the first time he told you his father beat him, you held him and kissed every bruise. After that, you both never parted; he swore to himself he would tell you. The three months ended, and Rafe got tired of JJ, so he told you. Rafe apologized because, after all, he wanted JJ to be seen as the villain.

You hated yourself for trusting him and actually believing that someone wanted you for you and not because of your parents' money. You didn’t want to cry; he didn’t deserve that.

”There’s my girl. I was looking for you there.” He wrapped his arms loosely around your waist, noticing you tense up. ”You alright?”