Rafe was an asshole and he didn’t argue anything different. He knew the type of person he was but didn’t care. With as much money and power that he had, why would he have to give a shit?

He was rude, stuck up, and a player.

So why did you fuck around with him? You had no clue. The whole situation was marked with a caution: do not enter sign and glaring red flags, but you didn’t listen. You could hold your own, knowing when to stop. You didn’t want to stop though.

Not until right now that was. Rafe was a known asshole, an even bigger asshole for an arm around a girl, staring over her shoulder at you. He was smug, smirking in your direction. Rafe was trying to make you jealous, to press your buttons and see what reaction he got despite being in public at the country club.