Rafe Cameron Buzz Cut Novels & Stories

“We are so happy for you.” “This needs further celebration!” Benjamin announced. “Tell me about your plans.” “You must have a prospect date,” Adam said. “Yeah. Enlighten us a bit. Let’s see what we could help,” Carter suggested. “Actually, we’re starting from scratch,” Rafe said, making sure everyone was listening. “After all, Savi deserves something much more... real... and we want something more private.” He clasped me closer to him. “Isn’t that right, love? Didn’t you say we have a lot to do?”

Ashlyn says, giving me a meaningful look. This whole conversation is just making me feel worse, though. I've already disrupted Rafe's lifestyle, even without bringing up the baby. And that's assuming I even want him to be a part of the child's life. Could I ever trust him to be there for our baby if he can't even commit to a woman for more than a night? I've been shown again and again that Rafe has a wild side I haven't seen - first that issue of Celebrity Spark I saw at Cynthia's place, talking about him getting kicked out of a club, and just now the odd way he ran off after that mysterious, sketchy guy. For all I know, Rafe is addicted to cocaine and has an arrest record as long as my arm.

This time the Baretta M9 with a fully loaded bullet chamber. "Those who wish for their own death." Bang “Kyaa… What happened, Rafe?”

He blinks, eyes narrowing at me, then back to Rafe. “Why the hell are you touching me?” Rafe pulls back, visibly swallowing something down. “Sorry. I just . . . it’s good to see you up. Alive.” Well I suppose everyone’s allowed to miss their best friends who now can’t even remember them. I force a laugh. It sounds like a dying frog.“Rafe’s dramatic. He works ER with me sometimes. Saw you comatose for months. Guess he got . . . attached.” Beta Rafe eyes me. It’s as though he wants to strangle me and hug me at the same time. I kick him under the table before we even sit down. He barely flinches.

Cassandra dramatically throws herself at Rafe, crying her eyes out. “Drama queen auditions, right over here,” I say, under my breath. Pax stifles a laugh and then shoots me a sexy look that says he’s impressed. Maybe even turned on. “I saw the whole thing, Rafe. Cassandra was trash talking then put her hand on Hannah, she was just defending herself,” he says, completely taking me by surprise. My jaw falls in response and he shoots me a quick wink. I hate that there’s a pulse between my legs but he is damn good looking in his crisp white collared shirt and navy pants.

Ava added. "So, you're trying to say all make editors are like Rafe?" "No, I was only stating similarities between the two of them as regards to you. Fine, show me his pictures." "So, this is on his profile." I want to show her but she grabbed my phone instead. "Not bad," she tapped twice on the phone screen to zoom Jason's picture. "I see some resemblance with Rafe somehow, Eve. The glasses are trying to cover it." "He's nothing like Rafe, please." I took my phone back from her.

“As in the vampire slayer?” “Yeah,” I said, confused. “I guess he’s blonde, peppy, and a black belt.” She snorted. “So, we shouldn’t introduce him to Rafe?” I shrugged, and looked at the door again. “That’s up to you if you want to introduce him to your former fuck buddy.” “No worries Buffy will pull out a stake and kill Rafe? Or dave? Or Nate’s cousins?” she was trying not to laugh. “Yeah, yeah,” I tried to stifle a smile, “get your jokes out now before you offend my girl.”

“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.”

My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest as he seemed like he was heading towards me. But then he walked right past me, and I released the breath I’d been holding. I turned to look at him slowly, and the fact that he didn’t even turn to look at me gave me some relief. To him, I was still just a stranger. Rafe was much taller than I initially guessed. He was at least 6’5, and the bull tattoo on his neck was more prominent than Adrian’s. He was a freak of a man, with beefy arms that looked like they could rip a rhino’s head off, and large calves that looked like he was secretly hiding slabs of meat in his socks.