It was toxic, but it was love.

The screaming at each other, the constant fighting, but then the long gentle kisses, and the cuddles as silent apologies.

The 2:00AM calls cursing at each other, and then the apologies the next night. So deeply in love, but so deeply insane.

Rafe loved you. Passionately. He protected you with everything he had, you just had a stubborn streak. He was a business man. Cold. Rough. Mean. Yet, he was soft for you.

You also loved Rafe. You just weren’t used to the affection; so sometimes you tried and tried to get him to hate you. Doing anything possible. It never worked.

Today, within the comfort of his over the top mansion in the Outer Banks, South Carolina, you two stood arguing in the large open space of the living room on tbe first floor.

He had money. Money to spare. To burn. To give. To use. He mostly used it on you.

You guys were arguing because he had another meeting to attend to which meant more alone time without him.

You’d brought up that he doesn’t spend enough time with you, he argued that he does, and it sparked this argument.

You guys usually didn’t fight that often. Usually just squabbles and arguments. Fights were different. Always ended in the cold shoulder for days.