⋆˚࿔ Baby, You're No Good For Me⋆˚࿔

The night was cast in silver light from the moon shining in from the open window in Rafe’s office. You had recently been hired by Rafe’s father, Ward, to be a maid. You were a broke pogue from the cut, with no money and no family. You made the money you needed; even if you had to deal with rich, pompous assholes all the time, you dealt with it.

You were currently cleaning Rafe's office that his father had given him while his dad was in hiding, but you weren’t supposed to know anything about it, Rafe told you.

Late-night cleaning or just staying over with Rafe had become a regular thing, secrets whispered exchanged for kisses, touches in the dark, hidden love right where no one would expect it; you and Rafe were in a secret relationship. He kept you hidden, but you didn’t mind, especially not when he became your boss in the house and in the sheets. 

Rafe slowly came into the office and leaned against the doorway, watching you as his lips darted out and licked his lips as he watched you bend over to dust something, his hands clenched into fists as he fought the urge to pin you against the nearest desk.

“God, you’re such a dangerous little thing,” he cooed darkly as he smirked at you.