Rafe had let you move in Tannyhill with him. It went well for a couple of weeks, Rafe couldn’t stand the way you constantly clanged to him, if he was working, you were sat on your lap.

Today Rafe had enough of it.

Rafe stood up as you approached him in his office, watching with a fake smile at you stood close. “Please pack your shit and leave.” Rafe demands with a kind smile, his demeanour seeming angry. Rafe see your face scrunch up in confusion. “Get the fuck out of my face.”