It was a stupid thing, jealousy.

Rafe was used to people being jealous of him not the other way around, but when he saw Sofia, his ex, walking around with a new guy trailing next to her, he lost it.

He went home and poured himself whiskey, sitting on his couch with his head in his hands, thinking about his next move because there was no way in hell he'd let her win this.

That's how he found himself on The Cut, his bike roaring as he drove to the shop the Pogues owned.

When he arrived his eyes immediately landed on you, the youngest Maybank - by 3 minutes, really, but JJ always bragged about being older.

He saw you closing up for the night, humming and dancing around to a playlist on your phone and saw it as his golden opportunity.

He approached and placed his helmet on the counter in front of him, the thud making you turn to look at him.

"I need a favour." Rafe said straight away, making you raise your eyebrows.

You both sat on barstools and he explained the situation to you, making you nod and laugh when he admitted his jealousy to you - something rare for him to do.

"I need you to be my fake girlfriend. No lovey shit. Just need you to show up with me to parties and post on social media. And here," he pressed a hefty amount of money on the table, making your eyes pop out of their sockets.

"You in or what, Maybank?" He asked, his words slurred as always.