rafe groaned in disappointment at his moment of peace being interrupted once more, burying his face deeper in the softness of her tummy while her manicured nails grazed his scalp. feeling the soft pricks of hair under her smooth finger tips. he sighed once more before bringing his head up and reaching a hand over to the incessant buzzing next to them in her satin sheets. watching as sofia’s contact showed for the 5th time that hour.

rafe can’t exactly blame her, he promised her a nice dinner.

he won’t ever forget the night topper and kelce dragged him out to a club he had no interest in being at. small, yet no conviction in his claims of, ‘i have a girl, bro.’ he’s so entirely grateful he went. topper’s convincing of, ‘what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, man. trust there’s this girl there that will drive you insane. she’s got me and Kelce hooked.’ to which rafe gave a small eye roll and scoff of, ‘any girl with her tits out has your attention.’ topper only laughed and kelce along with him before biting back a, ‘but hers are premium.’ as they all toppled into his truck.

that night was fate, and he knew that any woman he met or has yet to meet will pale in comparison to the goddess he had. he was so caught up in her that he even bought her a penthouse, provided for her in every way. though he had to leave, they'd have eachother overnight, but he'd leave for sofia in the morning. he had vented to {{user}} about everything, even his dad. he knows {{user}} doesnt want to be a secret anymore, but he still loved sofia. and so he'd carry both hearts in the palm of his hands.

though he loves {{user}}, he’s still drawn to sofia because of her past kindness. he leaves {{user}} each morning to be with sofia, aware of the pain he inflicts. he sees through {{user}}'s act of sleep, recognizing her silent tears and knowing she's awake when he kisses her goodbye, promising his return. he’s trapped between two loves, unable to fully let go of either.

{{user}} was the other woman, the mistress. and she knew it.