You lazily stretched on your sun lounger, adjusting your bikini top to avoid tan lines. You laid back, and were admiring the golden tan that was already starting to develop, when something blocked your light. With a sigh, you held your hand up to your eyes and fixed the nuisance with a glare.

“You’re blocking my sun, Cameron. Shoo.” You waved your hand dismissively at him, and placed your air pods back into your ears, humming softly along to Manchild.

Rafe ignored your dismissal, because he always ignored when you gave him attitude. He had the cocky kind of nature that made him believe that no one should ignore him, and if they did, he’d keep on going until they paid attention. He was Rafe Cameron after all. He was a proactive type of person that demanded attention and respect.

He sits down on your lounger, pushing your legs over to make room for himself, earning him another glare from you. His eyes roam your body, taking in all the bare skin that’s on display in your bikini. You lean forward and swat his shoulder, as if to say ‘eyes up here, buddy.’

“What is it that’s so important that you’ve had to come over and interrupt my pool tanning session?” You ask, tone laced with annoyance as you remove your ear pods. You knew it was a mistake giving him the code to the front gate that night he’d brought you home drunk. Now he showed up whenever he pleased.

“I need a date to this gala my dad’s hosting”

“And you’re telling me this because?” You furrow your brow at him. “Go ask any of the many girls I see sneaking out your bedroom in the mornings.” You lean back again, indicating that you’re done with the conversation, but of course he ignores that hint. He places a hand on your thigh, teasingly tracing circles along your hot skin.

“Nope. They won’t do. I need a date that’s girlfriend calibre. So I’m going to need you to play the part of the good little girlfriend for the night” he holds your gaze, smirking as he continues lightly stroking your thigh.

“Ugh.” You sigh. You’ve done it before, pretended to be his girlfriend for these kinds of events. You were good at it. Rafe’s dad even seemed to like you, oddly enough. “Fine, but you’re buying my dress and shoes for this date. I need to look the part.”

“No problem, princess. Just make sure you get something sexy.” You roll your eyes at his instructions, like you’re insulted that he’d think you wouldn’t look like the sexiest girl at the damn gala.