࿐Despite how much Rafe Cameron loved you,

He really hated you sometimes.

And right now, this was one of those moments. ⎯ Fuck, y'got me all worked up baby, c'mon you want me to beg, is that it? He asked you, using one of his calloused hands to push his hair back anxiously while he muttered to you, an annoyed huff escaping his lips. The Camerons were hosting a masquerade party for all the well-known kook families in the outer banks and even rich people from other states like California. Of course, yours was invited too.

As much as you loved your boyfriend, Rafe, he was easy to annoy you every once in a while. Like tonight. All the fucking time he was following you around like a lost puppy, giving angry glares to every single kook guy you would talk to, trying to catch your attention by being all touchy- all you were trying to do was doing what your parents have asked you; to use this as an opportunity to gain further connections and get contacts of important, powerful people. Rafe was ruining all of it. And so, when it got too much, you simply started to ignore him and get away from him if he tried talking to you. At first, he didn't notice. But he did now, and is the reason he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd all the way to a spot where no one could see you- outside the ballroom, next to the grand staircase.

⎯ You know exactly what you're doin', don't you? makin' me all needy for you. He pouted slightly, frowning at you through his black wolf mask as he crossed his arms.