Rafael Jane The Virgin Novels & Stories

Until Rafael twitched, cursed, and spilled everything he had into Jonas's throat. Jonas pulled back slowly, chest rising and falling. He swallowed, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and gazed up with the heat of a man completely consumed. "I told you," Jonas whispered hoarsely, "I'm yours." Rafael didn't hesitate. He yanked Jonas to his feet, wrapped an arm around his waist, and kissed him so hard it left them both breathless. There was no hiding now. If anyone saw them, so be it. The world could burn for all they cared.

I can’t decide if I should make him breakfast, an extra-large coffee, or six shots of vodka, as he looks really exhausted like a tired pigeon. Ryan nods without giving me any attention while his hands' movement increases. He looks like Flash working with papers in a government bank. I leave him to do his work and walk towards my table. *Tring* "Hello?" I speak as I get seated in my chair. "Ethan! Hi, this is Rita. How are you?" A flirtatious, girlish voice comes from the phone. This bitch.

Jane told her how granny suddenly passed away. "Thank God he's with you. I was worried sick about him. Now I'm relieved that he's with you. I'll send David, his chauffeur with some of his clothes," said Jane. After Jane disconnected the call, Raven went inside the room with a frown on her face. After the funeral, Ralph might have had too much to drink and then come over to her house. If only she knew, she would have forced him to come inside and stay with her till the storms receded. That way he wouldn't have been drenched like that and he wouldn't be sick at all. Sighing she checked up on Ralph and seeing that he was fast asleep, she went to take a quick shower. Afterward, she had breakfas

“And lie to her? No, thank you. Besides, this tea is supposed to make you sleep better. You should appreciate the gesture and drink it with joy in your heart.” “You are my wife. Why can’t you drink it in my stead?” June fought the blush that threatened to break on her face. “I am not your wife. At least, not for long.” “Exactly why you shouldn’t care too much about my mother.” Rafael’s tone carried a bite to it. June looked up at him, but his eyes remained on his laptop as he typed away. She didn’t know how to feel about it. Finally, she succumbed. “Fine! I need some sleep anyway!”

When I don't immediately respond, she continues, "You have to know the Fontaines! They're Hollywood royalty! You know - the Fontaines. Luca, Dante, Giovanna - " "Giovanna Fontaine!" I say. "I know that name. She's an actress. I saw some of her movies when I was younger." "Well, at least that's one. Giovanna is Rafe's mother. She married Charles Fontaine and...well, that's a long story." Cynthia shakes her head. "I can't believe you slept with Rafe Fontaine without realizing it was Rafe Fontaine. And not only that, but..." Her voice trails off as her eyes fall to my stomach. "You have to tell him now, you know. About the baby."

I blurted, wincing at the sharpness of my admission. "You do?" Rafael gently lifted my chin, turning my face toward his. I nodded, swallowing hard. There was no turning back. I had spoken my truth, laying bare my feelings. "Ever since I first saw you," I confessed. "I yearned for the closeness, to know if you were truly him. But you always pulled away, and you were with Vivian. So, I held back. I didn't want to pursue a man already spoken for, and..." "Vivian was just a fling," Rafael interrupted. "I never loved her; she's not my match. I used her to try and forget about you."

“Am I ugly?” He froze at her unexpected question. “You are not.” “Then why are you avoiding me?” Rafayel bit his lip, struggling to control himself from doing something he should not while she lay there in front of him. “Miss, I am sorry to say that I am not—” She suddenly pulled him down, shocking him completely. “I don’t care.” In one swift moment, Jane kissed his lips. End of Flashback… Jane held her head in frustration. “Damn, why did I even do that?”

“Where’s the cabin?” Just as the words leave my lips, the air begins to shift like waves around me. After a moment, a cabin appears, and the door opens. A gasp escapes my lips when I take in the majestic man before me. Rafael looks like he’s in his early twenties with flawless chestnut skin and stylishly cut, short, dark hair. He has a five o’clock shadow, plump, kissable lips, and his eyes are the color of rich chocolate. He looks like that hot Duke from the Netflix show Bree and Zoe made me binge-watch last summer. I was hooked the moment the show began. I liked it because it had a diverse cast who lived in Jane Austin times. We couldn’t stop drooling over the main character; I think the a

Moreover, I can't trust anyone in this world. "I'm Warren Christ Yiffer and my wifey, Rafaelia Yiesha Moreal, you?" he asked with joy in his eyes. "R-rafaelia Moreal?" I asked in shock. It's impossible, that girl... Of all the people she is, I can never forgive them! My memories of what happened in those days began to return. "Yesh! She's super duper beautiful, strong and kind. I love her so much!" he was happy with the story. I clenched my fist. Kind? Kind my ass, they ruined my life!

“Are you two…are you not virgins!?” Jesse laughs and gives a little shrug, playing it off like it’s not a big deal, but Rafe just clenches his jaw and stares forward at the shower stalls. Only a faint touch of pink on his cheekbones gives away the fact that he’s hiding something from me. “Rafe!” I shriek, swatting at him. “Who was it!?” “Stop. Shrieking,” he snaps, glaring at me and knocking my hand away. I purse my lips, tucking my hands behind my back and admitting, at least internally, that – okay – maybe that was a little more girlish than I’d like. But still!