Rafe Cameron X Reader Novels & Stories

He flipped the page to the next, lifting his sexy arm. “Do I have something on my face?” Rafe’s voice echoed, startling me. My face went crimson. I wet my dry lip with my tongue, but I didn’t like how I behaved. I was literally salivating over the man. I shook my head to get back to reality. Rafe was now coming over, carrying two documents. He put them on the coffee table in front of me. I averted my attention back to the folder. “Are we working right now? Is this about PeekFlix? I thought Carter was my boss,” I managed to joke.

His hand slid down my back, palming my ass possessively through the fabric, squeezing hard enough that I whimpered. Elias watched, frozen, eyes dark with a mix of jealousy and arousal. Rafael noticed. He smirked over my shoulder at my neighbor. “Relax, Kane. I’m not here to steal her. I’m here because I saw her run in with you and figured she might need a hand… or two.” His other hand cupped my breast, thumb brushing my nipple in slow circles. “Look at you,” he whispered against my ear, loud enough for Elias to hear. “Dress see-through, nipples begging to be sucked, pussy probably dripping down your thighs after whatever this shy boy was doing to you against the wall.”

After patiently listening to my explanation, Rafe fell silent for a moment before recommending several titles and directing me to a bookstore that specialized in first editions and academic publications. As I thanked him and prepared to end the call, his calm voice stopped me. "Do you want to meet up?" The question was delivered so naturally that it caught me off guard. There was no reproach. No mention of the month I'd spent avoiding them. It was as though he and Dom had simply been waiting for me to be ready. Waiting for me to find my own way back. I stood outside the bookstore for several long seconds before a faint smile finally found its way onto my face.

And no matter how Dante dresses it up in love and sacrifice, I can’t shake the sick, creeping fear that in his game, I still am. My phone vibrates in my hand. I almost ignore it. Almost. Another headline, another stranger deciding who I belong to. I don’t think I can survive reading one more opinion about my life. But the screen lights anyway. A single message. Rafael. My pulse stutters. For a second, I just stare at his name like it might disappear if I breathe too hard. Then I opened it. There’s no greeting. No small talk. Just an attachment. Three files.

I took a deep breath and I was looking at him. “If you think that I was marrying some kind of businessman billionaire, I think you have gone mad. All I know of Cam is that he was editor-in-chief at WWF magazine in Seattle. That’s how I met him and I have been knowing him for the last 3 years. I don’t think that knowing his family business was any of my business but if you want to know, I only know him as Cameron Hayes, my boss at WWF magazine and now my husband,” I said as I was looking at him. He stared at me for a moment before he smiled.

“You’ll like this one, darlin’. Girl finds her home when she least expects it.” Amara brushed the cover with her fingertips, feeling the world shift inside her chest. For the first time in weeks, she read without looking over her shoulder. For the first time in months, she breathed without fear clawing at her throat. She was still broken. Still lost. But maybe… just maybe… she wasn’t beyond saving. Rafael’s POV He saw her from the library window. Sitting there under the oak tree, bathed in sunlight, a book in her lap, her hair loose around her shoulders.