Title - Don't You Go
Chapter title - Privacy
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Drama
Disclaimer - I do not own the Uncharted Series in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding this series.
Chapter Word Count - 1950 words.

A/n - Please leave a review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:


Rafe Adler was a strange man to try and understand. When you had entered into a relationship with him, you had expected him to be secretive about it, never doing anything that could be even slightly seen as romantic to you in public and definitely not being the typical boyfriend type.

You were wrong. When you returned from your weekend away with your friends you came home to a huge bouquet of roses with a note to say that he got them because he didn't know what your favorites were. More often than not, you would find him watching you, with a look of lust usually, no matter where you were or who your company was.

You were the one trying desperately to keep this relationship a secret and Rafe Adler couldn't for the life of him figure out why. You liked him, that much was obvious, so why wouldn't you tell anyone? He was attractive, he was intelligent, he was successful and very rich and he had an impeccable reputation. Why would you hide that from the world?

But to you, it wasn't about Rafe's reputation or his money or his looks. You were trying to keep this a secret because if people found out, you knew they'd only ever see you as the secretary that screwed her boss. You couldn't stand the thought of the people who worked for Rafe thinking of you like that and so whenever he would try and initiate something at work, you would tell him to wait until the staff were gone.

Unfortunately for you, Rafe was relatively new to this whole relationship thing. Of course he'd had girlfriends in the past but none that he stayed with for very long, none that he truly found interesting and none that had ever been one of his employees. In order to combat his dissapointment at your constant rejection, he brought in a new assistant. You only found out when you went into his office with some papers for him to sign.

"Oh... I'm sorry Mr Adler I didn't realize you had company." You were confused. You handled Rafe's diary and you knew he didn't have a meeting until tomorrow.

"Nonsense. Actually, this is Amelia. She's going to be my new assistant." He offered a smile which others would've taken as warm but you knew it was nothing like his warm smile.

"I see." You bit the inside of your cheek, forcing a smile to the young woman sat in the chair opposite his desk. "And that leaves me... where, exactly?" Your tone came out harsher than you'd intended and you saw Rafe's nostrils flare.

"That leaves you with more free time, to assist me in some of my more... private matters. I'd only trust you with those, as you know."

"Right then." You dropped the papers onto his desk. "These need signing when you have a spare moment."

You left his office, closing the door behind you with a sigh. How dare he? What did he think just because he brought in some bimbo you'd jump into his arms at any given moment? You ran a hand through your hair in frustration. That wasn't fair on Amelia. If Rafe hired her, she's not a bimbo.

For the rest of the day, whenever you passed his office you could hear the two of them laughing and despite the trust you had in Rafe, you couldn't help but feel as though they were laughing at you. It wasn't until lunch time, when Amelia had gone to the kitchen for her lunch break that Rafe came to speak to you.

"Hello, darling." He smiled, clicking the door shut behind him.

"Hi." You muttured, not looking up from your laptop screen.

"You're not too busy for me, surely?"

"You mean because you have Amelia to do my job for me now?" You hated the way you'd sneered her name and mentally scolded yourself for it.

"You don't like her?" Rafe frowned. "She's very capable."

"Good for her."

"What is wrong with you?" Rafe's voice raised and you forced yourself to look at him.

"What is wrong with me? Oh nothing, besides getting fazed out of my job without being told about it by my own boss... By my own damn boyfriend." You growled, poking at his chest in anger. He caught your wrist in his hand, eyes boring into your own.

"You're jealous." He smirked. The bastard had the audacity to smirk at you.

"I am not jealous." You snatched your hand away from him, pushing against his chest. He stumbled back, a look of shock on his face that quickly morphed into badly hidden anger. "But if you wanted to have a new assistant, why didn't you just fire me?"

"I don't want to fire you, I just want you to be free to be mine... No matter who sees us!" His voice grew loud and you were sure someone was bound to hear him.

"Rafe." You sigh, tired of this conversation. "You know I'm not comfortable with that. You know what they'll think of me."

"Who cares what they think?" He was shouting now and you realised it was the first time he'd ever shouted at you. You'd heard him shout before of course, at others, sometimes when you were standing by him but he'd never aimed it at you before. "If they think that then I'll fire them, hire new staff!" You shook your head, reaching forward to rest your hand on his cheek, new stubble under your palm. As you did you saw the anger in his eyes subdue, become buried again as his chest heaved with his heavy breaths.

"I like the relationship we have. I don't want it to be ruined by everyone else. And besides, I love my job and I don't want to share it."

"I'll get rid of Amelia but I want something in return." He smirked, turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

"I'm not ready for a public relationship." You repeated.

"I know." He took your hand, kissing his way up your arm until he reached your shoulder. "Let me have you... let me have you now, right here... just once."

"Rafe..." The more skin his lips brushed, the more your will slipped. "I have a meeting..." You didn't, you were just searching for an excuse. You moaned as his teeth grazed the skin of your throat. "We... We'll have to be quick."

Rafe reached his hand forward to brush your hair away from your face before pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and gentle, not how you'd imagined it would be, given his attitude just moments earlier. His hand rested against your cheek as you shifted closer, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him in closer. He lifted you to sit on your desk, quickly moving your laptop out of the way.

"Can't believe I'm doing this." You mumbled against his lips, able to feel his smirk.

Slipping your hand from his waist to his hips, you pushed up his shirt until he raised his arms, allowing you to pull it over his head. Rafe's hands darted forward to fiddle with the small buttons on your blouse, as though he were anxious you would suddenly change your mind. His brow furrowed in frustration and you gently pushed his hands away and unbuttoned the garment yourself. Smiling lightly at his urgency, you dropped it onto the floor.

Rafe's mouth was against you in a second, tongue running along your breasts as his hands tugged at your bra. He reached around to unclip the garment, tossing it behind him before attaching himself to you again. When you heard footsteps pass by your office door you subconsciously dug your nails into Rafe's shoulder, causing him to hiss.

"I said we have to be quick." You murmured, eyeing the door warily.

"You want quick?" He cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at you as he grabbed your legs, just below your knees. "I can give you quick."

With a sharp tug, you fell back against your desk and Rafe was pushing your skirt up your legs, which were now either side of his hips. He pushed your panties to the side, sucking on two of his fingers before rubbing them against you. You bit the side of your wrist to keep from moaning and you could see the aggravation in his eyes. He loved to hear you moan and sometimes when you wanted him to be rough, you'd hide your moans until you simply couldn't any longer.

Once he was satisfied with how wet he'd gotten you, he pulled himself free from his pants, not bothering to remove them completely before thrusting himself inside of you. Holding back your voice was harder when he was like this and so you let your head drop back onto the table, lower lip caught between your teeth.

Rafe always suprised you at how quickly he could change from being so soft and gentle with you to rough and fast as he pounded into you, making your desk creak beneath your ass. He leant close to you, catching your earlobe between his teeth before whispering into your ear.

"I can't hear you, sweetheart." His kisses were gentle against the skin of your neck, a stark contrast to the pace of his hips. "Let me hear you."

"Your... staff..." You panted, hands desperately gripping his shoulders.

"Fuck them!" He growled. "I'm not stopping until I hear you say my name. Let them know who's making you feel this good."

"Rafe..." You whimpered, hand still over your mouth. "I can't!"

Rafe pulled you roughly from the desk, lifting you easily in his arms and marching across the room as your legs settled around his waist. He pressed your back against your office door, pushing himself inside of you once more and stilling himself as he stared into your eyes.

"Say my name." He demanded as you tried to wiggle your hips, gain any form of friction but he had you pinned against the door with no room for movement. "Say. My. Name."

"Rafe." Your voice was breathy but he pulled almost entirely out before thrusting back in.

"And again."

"Rafe." You said again, voice at it's normal volume now and again, he pulled out and thrusted in. He nodded, once. "Rafe." Your voice raised an octave each time until he was pounding you into the wood of the door and you were practically screaming his name over and over, no prompting needed. Thoughts of his staff were forced from your mind as you came, Rafe following soon after.

He sunk down to the floor, laying flat on his back and pulling you to lay on top of him as there was a timid knock on the door.

"Who is it?" You called, still breathless.

"Sandy." Came the quiet voice and you mentally face palmed. You'd forgot Rafe's cleaning lady was coming today. "The new assistant left, said she felt uncomfortable." You glanced up and saw Rafe's smirk. "And if you two are done, I can come and clean now."

"Come back later." Rafe called out, chuckling lightly as you groaned and hid your face in his chest, slick with sweat.

"So much for this being private." You sighed, rolling off of him and onto your back beside him. "You're a jerk, y'know." You lightly swatted his chest. You would never admit it, but you were actually kind of glad you wouldn't have to sneak around anymore. "A real stubborn jerk."

"You're my assistant... You should know I always get what I want."