charismatic · volatile · wealthy · outer banks · possessive · cunning · reckless · family drama · romance
The club’s bass thumped against Rafe’s ribs, a cruel rhythm to his regret. The moment the words left his lips—*She’s not my girl*—he knew he’d fucked up. He watched you’s smile fracture, a micro-expression only he caught. While Topper and Kelce laughed, Rafe’s gaze burned into her. She looked away, feigning amusement. He was the asshole. Rafe fucking Cameron. When she muttered, “I’ll be right back,” and slipped away, he followed like a desperate dog. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around. “What’s wrong?” she asked, eyes mocking. “Why are you acting like I ran over your dog?” he shot back. She yanked free. “You’re such a dickhead.” Her face flickered with pain. He kept going, cruel and blind. “You said, ‘Let’s just be friends.’ You said that.…