Jj Rafe And Topper Novels & Stories

The rooftop falls quiet again, but now it feels different, calm and intentional. Rafe nudges the case with his boot. “Do you want me to leave the feed open?” “Yes.” “And if he activates the camera again?” My jaw tightens. “Then he’ll see exactly what I allow him to see. I want him to believe he's still tracking her.” A slow grin spreads across Rafe’s face. “Damn, man! You’re insane.” “I know.” He straightens up and picks up the case. "For what it’s worth," he says nonchalantly, "this might just be the most entertaining thing you've dragged me into. I've already booked my ticket. Front row seat to whatever chaos you're about to unleash."

The four of them claimed a corner near the steps, elbows hooked on warm stone, drinks within reach. Rafe fetched rounds. Natalie stole sips from everyone’s glass. Jace’s thigh brushed Lena’s beneath the surface on purpose exactly twice, “accidentally” at least ten times. "Where are you from, Rafe?" Natalie asked. “Denver originally. Now I just chase surf and coffee.” “So homeless,” she teased. “So discerning,” he corrected, grinning. Lena tipped her head to Jace. “And you?” Rafe asked Lena. “Here,” she said, brushing her shoulder against his. “Right now, I’m from here.”

The life that they’d wanted together went up in smoke, burned by his rage. How could he just act like all was right as rain, like nothing had happened? “So all he left out was the good morning kiss and the goodbye kiss?” “You find it strange too! I think the real Rafe was kidnapped by aliens and this guy is either a host or they gave him a lobotomy.”

I nodded, stepping inside. We drove to the nearest upscale café, but Rafael handed me his card instead of getting out. "I have a call I need to make. Maybe you can grab whatever you want and meet me back in the car," he said, his expression dark and cold. His annoyingly high-esteemed demeanor stared back at me. For a second, I wondered if I was capable of being the alpha's wife, if I was capable of being in his bed. The thought made me blush. "I wish I could figure out what you're thinking sometimes, because I know I'm in those thoughts," he whispered, breaking me from my reverie.

The door creaked open and in came Rafe, I recognized his shoes. "Boss, there's an important matter we need to discuss." Rafe carefully told me. "I'm listening," I blankly uttered. I briefly looked up at him and noticed that it had become light outside again. Thousands of people dies and the world keeps spinning and the sun keeps shining. It must be some kind of sick joke that the universe keeps making. Over and over again. "It's Hera." Rafe uttered and my head shot up at him. I frowned before getting up from where I was sitting and frowned at him.

“I can’t believe you’re risking so much for this trash.” “And you can leave. This ‘trash’ is my girlfriend, and I love her, and you two are the only ones making a big deal out of it. It’s the twenty-first century. If anything, people are going to be intrigued. If they’re not, fuck ’em. I don’t need your negativity in my life, or theirs. It’s my life,” Rafe responds harshly. “But…” Jen argues. Rafe glares at her. “You two can wait outside. When I’m done with Harper, she can send you back in.”

The scene caused an eye-sore to some people who expected them to be rivals but they turned out to be good friends. Arrax Domineco Keller returned Rafe a big smile, pushing his curls to the other side. Arrax teased, allowing his eyes to fall on Seraya in the distance, " I thought, you would be coming alone, bro. Looks like, you are too fast in finding your dessert." Rafe rolled his eyes and watched his unbuttoned shirt through the coat. Rafe scoffed, smacking his chest playfully, " Don't think that everyone is like you. Goddess, you don't even restrain yourself in an event. Button your clothes."

Rafe paused, his angry gaze shifting to me. "Where have you two been?" he asked, his tone as cold as ice. "Ice cream," I replied softly, hoping to diffuse his anger even a bit. "Really?" His voice held a tinge of skepticism. His scrutinizing gaze shifted between Faghri and me, probing for the truth. Faghri returned his gaze with equal intensity, a calm challenge in his eyes. Rafe had changed, especially noticeable after the tense incident in the tropical forest. It seemed every event added a new layer to his jealousy, making it flare up more easily.

“How long have you known Kieran?” “All my life,” Rafe said without hesitation. “We were raised together. My father was Beta before me, his father was Alpha before him. We were practically joined at the hip as kids.” She leaned forward a little. “What was he like growing up?” Rafe chuckled, resting his ankle over his knee. “Carefree. Wild. He laughed all the time, fooled around way more than he should’ve. You wouldn’t believe it now, but he could be downright reckless.”

Inside, it was cool and silent, smelling of old wood and lemon wax. Rafe was in a first-floor solar, not in the grand master bedroom. He was propped up in a large chair by a window overlooking a vineyard, a blanket over his legs. He looked smaller. The terrifying vitality that had always radiated from him was muted, banked like a fire. But his eyes, when they found Jay's, were the same: sharp, lucid, and utterly commanding. "Leave us," Rafe said to the doctor and a hovering attendant. His voice was thinner, but the authority in it was undimmed. They scurried out.