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bbychilly · 4 years

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Can you write one where you’re very shy and all your ‘friends' teasing. And then y’all went to Dubai and met there Chilly or Madders (on your choice) and when one girl offends you, the boy protects you. Sorry that it’s to long 🙈❤️

love that idea x

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You were sitting on the terrace of a huge club in Dubai and looking at the night city. You had a glass with a non-alcoholic cocktail in your hands and a sad smile on your face.

You came here with your friends from the university, if you can call them like that. You didn’t really communicate with all of them, neither on holidays nor at university. Everyone considered you a black sheep because you didn’t makeup and dress defiantly, didn’t make stupid photos and didn’t hang out every night in clubs like them. Of course, everyone laughed at you and of course, you never had a boyfriend. “Damn, this dupe is sitting alone again!” you heard the voice somewhere behind your back.

“Why did we take her with us?” the second girl was surprised.

“I don’t know. Leah insisted. In childhood, they were close friends, sort of.”

“Oh, I see. Another cocktail?” the girls disappeared around the corner and you sighed again.

Turning to the noise coming from the central hall of the club, you saw all your ‘friends’ dancing and singing loudly. They surrounded some guys and had fun talking with them about everything in a row. Most likely they’re friends of Tammy Abraham, Leah’s boyfriend. They came to Dubai together as a boyfriend and a girlfriend, but apparently, Tammy invited his friends along with him, as Leah did.

You’d like to hang out with them, but you knew that you won’t succeed and you’ll look ridiculous, allowing them to laugh again. So you shook your head, looked back at the city and took a sip of milkshake.

“Gosh, what a heat,” a guy stepped out onto the terrace and sighed to his full chest. Most likely he didn’t notice you. “Oh, what a company Tammy’s girlfriend have. They all makeup so defiantly,” he put the glass on the table. “Do they really think guys like these dolls?” You giggled quietly because of his conclusion and took another sip. The guy turned sharply and took a few steps back. “Damn, am I not alone here?”

“As you can see,” you stood up and leaned your hands on the glass fence. “And why ‘damn’? Do I look that awful?” you pouted jokingly and giggled again.

“Of course you don’t, it was only because of sudden. You’re pretty,” these words made your face blush instantly. This was the first time someone from another gender said something like this to you.

“But what about the lack of silicone lips, a deep neckline and unnaturally long eyelashes?” you joked.

“Stop it, just the lack of everything that you said makes you pretty,” the guy looked at you, coming a little closer, because the music in the club was too loud.

“Thanks.”

“You don’t get all these parties too?” the guy spoke again, after a few minutes of silence. “By the way, I’m Ben.”

“Yeah. I came here only because Leah asked me. I’m (Y/N).”

“Leah is Tammy's girlfriend, right?” in response you nodded. “By the way, she’s one of the few who are more or less cute and with whom you can talk about something other than cosmetics and parties.”

“Yeah, she’s a good student and she never offended me, unlike the others,” you stammered because you realised that you said too much. This isn’t the kind of information that you can tell every stranger.

“Erm,” there was confusion on his face. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll see now,” you grunted when you saw Laura, who was walking toward you with a quick step.

Laura couldn’t stand you and now she was all out of face. It seemed that the fire would go from her ears or the floor under her would melt. And the reason was standing next to you. You saw how Laura tried to charm Ben the whole evening, while the boy paid no attention to her at all. “Hey dupe!” she said too rudely, but you didn’t answer. “I’m talking to you!” She lightly shoved you into the shoulder.

“Ah, to me? Sorry, I thought you tried to remember your name and called yourself,” Ben giggled at your sarcasm, which further pissed off the blonde.

“You weren’t taught that to talk to strangers guy, in the presence of his girlfriend, this is at least bad manners?”

“Wow, what a long sentence. How did you manage your brain to said that?” Ben laughed again and took a few steps forward.

“Wait, I didn’t get it, did you call me your boyfriend?”

“Yeah. Didn’t you fall for me?” she asked confidently.

“Erm, no. And besides, how could I like you if I already have...” he lowered his hands to your waist and pulled you to himself as close as possible “...a girlfriend?” Your jaw just dropped from these words, so you were standing in silence unable to squeeze out a sound.

“What?!” The blonde almost dropped a glass with her drink from her hands.

“Huh? Did you seriously think that someone would like you? With such a bitchy character and such stupid behaviour? Be yourself and don’t make yourself a Barbie. Then maybe someone will fall for you. But definitely not me, so go out of here. And,” he tucked a strand of hair in your ear “if you say another offensive word addressed to her, I’m not responsible for what I might do, got it?”

During this fiery speech, both of you stood a little dumbfounded. As soon as Ben finished and turned away to look at the city, the blonde immediately disappears. “Thank you,” you freed yourself from his hands. “It was a good fiction with a boyfriend and a girlfriend. Now she won’t come close to me. Thank you again,” you smiled and looked into the distance. The horizon wasn’t visible, because the dark sky merged with the dark sea. The line has been erased.

“Fiction?” Ben put his hand on yours and looked at you, although you kept looking at the sea.

“Yeah, really cool idea. I like chatting with you. Let’s be friends?”

“No,” you turned and looked at the boy in surprise.

“But it seemed to me that you didn’t mind. Of course, if you don’t want, I’ll shut up. I won’t force you,” you pulled your hand out of his and went to the central hall, where the party took place.

“Oh my God, wait a minute,” he managed to grab your hand and then pulled you to him, turning you to face him. “You didn’t even let me finish. We won’t be friends, because... It may sound a little strange and too fast, but I liked you,” he leaned over and pressed his lips to yours. It was too unexpected, but, honestly, you wanted it to happen. You liked Ben too. At first sight. “You don’t look like all these identical blondes, it’s interesting to talk to you and you won’t live off boys. This is now rare, believe my experience. And... I won’t forgive myself if I don’t ask, will you become my girlfriend, but for real that time?” You didn’t answer but simply hid your face in his shirt, which smelled of cologne. You felt this smell for the first time but already knew that you wouldn’t allow this shirt, this cologne, these strong hands and warm palms, this soft hair and a pleasant voice, to disappear from your life. “Do you know that I consider silence as a ‘yes’?”

“I know,” you muttered. And that was enough for Ben to kiss you again, awakening all the butterflies in your stomach. It was definitely the best night of your life.

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flickerofcalum · 5 years

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once bitten, twice shy | part 7

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // masterlist

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Olivia’s parents were extravagant people, so it was really no surprise that their cabin was huge despite having such a small family. It was right on a lake, pretty secluded besides a few neighboring cabins that equally wealthy families owned and had always been the perfect party location.

The last time Brinley had been there, it had been summertime and she and Olivia had spent hours laying out on the back dock by the lake tanning. Now, though, it was snowing heavily, and Brinley wasn’t looking forward to being stuck inside the whole weekend, but she wanted to make the most of it.

Once they were inside the cabin, everyone began fighting over who would get which of the four bedrooms. Olivia and Michael ended up in the master, while Ashton and Calum ended up in the room with two twin beds together. That left Brinley and Luke the other two bedrooms, which were connected by a bathroom. Brinley tried her hardest not to act too nervous about it, but the idea of sleeping only a room away from Luke freaked her out a little bit.

Lately, Brinley was trying to be more open about a friendship with Luke, but she was finding it harder and harder to be close to him without old feelings dredging up inside of her. When the boy had fallen asleep on her shoulder in the car, she should’ve been annoyed and shaken him off, but instead, she found herself looking down at him fondly. Despite her attempts to be subtle about it, she still caught Calum giving her a knowing look in the rearview mirror. This weekend was going to be the true test of whether she could be friends with Luke. She was past the point of pretending like she didn’t want him in her life, but she still refused to believe that she wanted to get back together with him. There were just too many things unresolved between the two of them, but for some reason the idea was still niggling in the back of her mind that maybe they could work things out. She worked hard to fight those thoughts, deciding to distract herself by curling up next to the fireplace with a book she’d brought after everyone was settled.

As Brinley predicted, Ashton barely waited for the sun to go down before he brought the alcohol out. Brinley really didn’t like to start drinking so early, but it was hard for her to resist whenever the curly haired man blended up a margarita for her.

Normally, she wasn’t much of a binge drinker, but Ashton was so good at making drinks that it was hard for her to stop. Within an hour, the whole group was well on their way to wasted. She and Olivia had been sitting on the couch, giggling as they watched the boys play Mario Kart. It was always amusing how competitive they got, especially Michael.

“So,” Olivia said in a low voice, turning her body towards her. “I heard you and Luke were cuddling in the car.”

Brinley let out an affronted noise and reached over to pinch her friend’s side. She was glad the boys were too wrapped up in their game to notice how red her face had gotten. “We were not cuddling. He just accidentally fell asleep on my shoulder.”

“There is no way that was an accident,” Olivia pointed out.

The girl pressed her lips together, resisting the urge to glance at Luke. Desperate to get the attention off herself, she changed the subject. “What about you and Michael? Have you guys talked about what’s gonna happen when he goes back to Los Angeles?”

Brinley immediately regretted asking when she saw the way Olivia’s face fell. “No. I mean, we’ll probably just do the same thing we always do.”

“Which is what? Pine over each other for months?”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “I do not pine over him,” she insisted. “Like you said, he’s going back to LA. Where there are hundreds of beautiful girls lining up to go out with him. He’s not going to want to give that up.” Rarely did Brinley ever see her best friend show her insecure side and it made her sad. Anyone would be lucky to be with Olivia, and she was pretty sure Michael was well aware of that.

“You don’t know that,” Brinley said softly. “You guys have to talk about it. That’s the only way things are ever going to get resolved.”

“Because talking about things is working out so well for you and Luke,” Olivia snapped, her harsh tone taking Brinley aback. Remorse immediately flooded the girl’s features and she sighed, reaching over for her hand. “I’m sorry, that was bitchy. I just… I don’t know what I want, and I sure as hell don’t know what he wants.”

Brinley took a deep breath and squeezed Olivia’s hand. She didn’t really know what to say – she was the last person anyone should’ve been taking relationship advice from. Luke was the only person she’d ever been in a serious relationship with, and it clearly hadn’t worked out well. “I just want you to be happy, Liv,” she murmured.

As if she had put on a mask, the vulnerability on Olivia’s face had disappeared and was replaced with her usual cool expression. Brinley knew talking about feelings was far from Olivia’s strong suit and way out of her comfort zone, even if it was with her best friend. “You know what will make me happy? More alcohol. Come on, let’s crack open that other bottle of tequila.”

Since they’d started drinking so early, most everyone was down for the count by midnight. Luke had been the first to retire to his bedroom, and unable to handle how overly handsy Olivia and Michael were, Brinley had done the same soon after. Once she changed into a pair of shorts and a comfy t shirt, she made her way into the bathroom to get ready for bed. She made a conscious effort to wash her face every night, no matter how drunk or tired she was.

While she was washing her face, a knock came from the door connected to Luke’s bedroom, causing her to jump. “Brin, you’ve been in there forever and I can’t go to sleep until I brush my teeth,” Luke whined through the door. She couldn’t help but be a bit amused – Luke always turned into a giant child whenever he was drunk.

“You can come brush your teeth,” she said with a small laugh. Brinley stumbled over to the door to let him in, biting down on her bottom lip as she was met with his bare chest. She was way too drunk to properly deal with a shirtless Luke, so she quickly turned away, trying not to trip as she made her way back over to the sink.

Luke walked over to the sink as well, and in unison, the two of them brushed their teeth. They’d done this a hundred times before, and in Brinley’s drunken state, it had her feeling a little sentimental. She glanced over at Luke to see him already looking over at her, causing her to immediately look away. Once she was finished, she set her toothbrush down, murmuring a quick goodnight.

Before she could make it to her door, Luke stopped her. “Wanna watch Netflix with me for a little bit?”

She turned towards him with a raised brow. “I thought you were tired,” She said softly, knowing she should say no. The hopeful look on Luke’s face was making it hard.

“I could stay up for a little bit,” he insisted. “We can watch Parks and Rec, or whatever you want.”

With a sigh, Brinley nodded. “I’m not that tired anyway,” she said, following Luke into his room.

They sat on the bed with Luke’s laptop open in front of them, and the way their shoulders were brushing was enough to sober Brinley up a bit. Luke was so close, and shirtless, and they were in the same bed that they had spent so many nights together in the past. She tried her hardest to act as normal as possible, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them.

Once the show started, it was easy for her to get invested. She’d probably seen every episode of this show a hundred times, but it always managed to make her laugh just as hard as when she first watched it. She was giggling at something Chris Pratt had said on screen when she felt Luke’s eyes on her.

“What?” She wondered, looking over at him. “That was funny!”

Luke shook his head, a soft smile on his lips. “I just love your laugh,” he murmured. “Especially the little snort.”

Her cheeks flared a bit at his words and she covered her face with her hands. “Shut up,” She said, embarrassed.

“Hey, don’t hide,” Luke insisted, poking her side. “When will you learn to accept a compliment?”

Brinley couldn’t help but let out a little squeak when he poked her side, still hiding her face and shaking her head again.

“You’re still ticklish, aren’t you?” Luke said with a grin, reaching out to poke her again.

She took her hands off her face to glare at him. “Luke, don’t you- “

Before she could even finish speaking, Luke’s hands were at her ribs, tickling her gently. She flailed a bit, trying her hardest to look stern but she couldn’t help the giggles falling out of her mouth. Brinley had always been ridiculously ticklish and annoyingly, Luke still seemed to know all her most sensitive spots.

“Luke!” She yelped, trying to grab at his hands as she kept giggling. “Luke, seriously, stop, I-I can’t breathe.” After struggling for a few minutes, she successfully grabbed his hands, pressing them down against the mattress at his sides. “You are such a menace.”

“So, I’ve been told,” Luke said with a lazy grin. “You know, you holding me down like this brings back some good memories.”

Brinley pulled her hands away quickly. “Don’t even start,” she warned. Her face was on fire and she wasn’t sure it was ever going to go back to normal with the way Luke was acting. It was very reminiscent of the way he’d been when they were together – unabashedly flirty, a little handsy, always throwing a charming grin in her direction that she was never able to resist. Everything inside of Brinley was telling her that she needed to get out of there before she did something she was going to regret in the morning, but she didn’t move, instead turning back to the computer. “Quit distracting me, this is a good episode.”

“Fine,” Luke said, leaning back against his pillows.

They sat in silence again for a few minutes, but as hard as Brinley tried, she couldn’t get back into the show. She was thinking over everything that had happened that day – Luke falling asleep on her shoulder, the way Calum had looked at her, her conversation with Olivia… she was feeling more confused than ever about what she wanted from Luke. She couldn’t dwell on it right now, not with the alcohol swirling through her veins and with Luke sitting right beside her. She shook the thought off, deciding she needed a distraction.

Brinley paused the show and looked over at Luke. “I think we need to do something about Olivia and Michael.”

The boy furrowed his brows. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea…”

“Why not? They obviously want to be together but neither one of them want to admit it,” Brinley said, realizing that focusing on Michael and Olivia was the perfect distraction from whatever was going on between her and Luke. Brinley always felt better whenever she had a project. Olivia probably wouldn’t be too happy with her for meddling, but if it ended up with the two of them together, could her friend really complain?

“I still don’t think they’d like us getting involved,” Luke said skeptically.

Her eyes followed the way his hand ran through his curls and she bit her lip, shaking her head. “Come on, I know you’re tired of dealing with it too,” Brinley said, looking up at him with her best puppy dog eyes. “Come on, please help me.”

When Luke looked back down at her and sighed, she knew she had won. Clearly, all the work she’d done over the years in perfecting her puppy eyes in order to get what she wanted from Luke hadn’t been in vain. “Alright, but can we talk about this in the morning? I don’t think I’m exactly up for scheming right now.”

Brinley nodded a bit too eagerly as she stood up. “Sure, I should probably get some sleep anyway. I’ll tell you my plan in the morning,” she said with a grin, making her way back over to her door. “Goodnight.”

She tried not to notice how fond Luke looked when she glanced at him over her shoulder. “Goodnight, Brin.”

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softytom · 6 years

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money is the anthem of success - t.h [part 1]

summary: Being rich and having a gorgeous finance isn’t everything. Tom and his future bride-to-be need to discover what they truly mean to each other before their wedding.

pairing: Tom Holland x female!reader

warnings: nsfw isshh, sexual content, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol

word count: 2.2k

a/n: I had this idea while being sleep deprived if anyone has any suggestion how to get my sleeping in order i would highly appreciate it, and it’s just basically what if the holland’s were like kennedy of england. If you read my preview and been waiting, here it is, and yes, i decided to turn in into series cause just one imagine wouldn’t have been enough. So i hope you enjoy💓

The Hamptons, 11: 45am

The soft wind blew through me once I stepped outside refreshing me from the extremely hot, humid weather the Hamptons provided us this summer. I called out for Tom, letting him know that brunch was being served in ten minutes, but he didn’t hear me. He was occupied playing soccer with his twin brothers and his so-called-assistant but in reality it was just his best friend from childhood, he needed a way to bring him to boring meetings, A-list parties and someone to bring his special party favors.

I walked to the yard where the four sweaty, shirtless boys were at. Harry was the first one to notice me. He waved at me, giving me a warm smile. According to Sam, Harry’s twin brother, Harry would marry me if I hadn’t chosen Tom. I laughed when he told me. Harry wasn’t the heir to all the fortune. Tom saw that Harry was waving at me, once he saw me, he turned back around, telling the boys to go back inside. The boys left, I notice two, all back suited guards walking behind the three boys. Tom walked to where I was. I would never go near their soccer field. Tom wasn’t a fan of me being around him when he is with his friends, or his own brothers. 'it back to him. I stared at his well-shaped body. I gave a small cheeky smile, I wanted him to notice I was looking. “Mother’s orders?” he said extending his hand to me, I grabbed it without hesitation.

“Mine, actually. Father flew in from Venice today. He really wants to meet you” I wanted to sound excited. My father was a huge business man in Europe, he owned half of the hotels, and companies in all Europe. And Tom’s family, The Hollands, were basically royalty. Their great-great-grandfather had a huge investment in his company in oil and minerals back in the 50’s. The Holland’s basically own all England. They make you forget the Windsor’s are the official royal family.

“Your father is a pain the ass” Tom blurred out. I let go of his hand, giving a small punch in the arm. He let out a mocking ‘ouch’. He grabbed my waist, looking behind us. I turned around to see what he was looking at. Two guards. Everywhere he went, he had two incompetent guards following him. We barley had alone time.

The Hamptons, 12:30pm

I let out a yawn, letting know I was bored of brunch. Tom managed to hit off with my father. All he had to say was ‘money’ and Tom was invested on whatever my father had to offer. I looked over at Harrison who was not so discretely looking at the waitress ass. I rolled my eyes. Harrison wasn’t my favorite person, he knew it, Tom knew it, they didn’t care. He was the true reason I barley spend time with Tom. If Tom wasn’t in the morning doing business, he was at night getting high by whichever drug Harrison had that night and fucking a whore who he paid a good amount of money. When I would happily do it for free.

Everyone with two pair of eyes and common sense knew Tom and I were not in love, He wanted my money. I wanted his money. We both acted madly in love around our families, let them think that will spend eternity wrapped around in happiness and love. I smiled at the thought of me being wrapped around in actual diamonds. We were already engaged, our wedding is on July, in a small Italy village, that my father happens to own, near the beach.

“(Y/N)” I hear my father call my name in a cold way. I swallowed my sarcasms and bitchy attitude for later. I looked over at him, he was handing me an envelope.

“What is that?” I questioned. Tom put hand on my thigh, slowly stroking it. I grabbed the envelope from my father’s hand. I opened it and inside was two plane tickets. I looked at Tom’s who had grin on his face. “Are you going to explain why I have two tickets to…” realizing I didn’t read what they ticket said, I looked at them again. “Panama?” Tom put his hands up in the air like he just won the lottery.

“It’s for you and me babe” I frowned my face. “It’s not our honeymoon, I have something different in mind for that.” He got up from his chair, grabbing the glass of champagne from the table. He passed his hands through his hair, giving me wink. As much as happy I am that Panama isn’t our honeymoon destination, I wanted to know what was going through his head. He positioned himself behind me, and put a hand on my shoulder. “Panama is our city now” Harrison let out a small ‘yeah’. “Small business owners thinking they could outplay me” He tighten his grip on my shoulder. “So I bought all the business in Panama” My father was staring at Tom like a proud father, I tried my hardest not be jealous of Tom. “To Panama”

“To Panama” Everybody cheered. I tried my best to look happy for him. That meant more money. But less time with Tom. My father stood up and shook Tom’s hand and walked away. Finally. Tom sat back down, finishing his food.

“Congrats on buying more money” I said leaning closer to him. He chuckled

“Your welcome” He said in a cocky voice.

“Still doesn’t explain why I’m going” Spending my last week of as a somewhat-single woman in Panama, with Tom wasn’t my ideal plan.

“They need to know I have someone. A wife. A beautiful, young wife. A wife that is going to give me the heirs of all their companies and know they are never getting it back” His voice wasn’t cocky anymore. He sounded secure, and intimidating, like he was talking to one his employee’s.

“I’m not your wife yet” I said. He gave me a small smile, nodding his head

“No and you’re not pregnant either but they don’t have to know that” If I had a glass of whatever I would have spit it out on his face. I looked over at the other people at the table and made sure they were minding their own business.

“You told people in panama I’m pregnant?” I whisper, trying hard not yell and making sure no one knew what really went on between us. “Tom we’ve never-” I felt his lips against mine, and the same empty pit in my stomach started up again.

“Don’t be so loud love” He said. “I never said a word, they speculated, I just never denied it” he tugged a piece of hair behind my ear and Tom grabbed the napkin next to his plate and cleaned his hands before standing up, he got Harrison’s attention, he gave me a small kiss on the cheek before walking inside with him.

The Hamptons, 1:30pm

“He’s so irritating” I slammed a pack of shirts into my suitcase. “He’s lucking he’s charming, and good looking with a lot of money otherwise I would have had his tongue cut out” I walked into my closet, grabbing my phone with me. I was talking to my best friend, Laura. She was in New York for fashion week, once she was done with NYFW, she was supposed to come help me with my bachelorette party and my wedding.

“You should have gone with the twin” Laura says over the phone. I laughed at her.

“Well, he isn’t the one who’s getting the majority of the money when their father passes away” I said. I was looking through the dresses I just hanged, I’m sure Saint Laurent would look good on Panama grounds.

“Where is he anyways?” She asked. I gave a small sigh, trying not to picture Tom between some whore’s legs while snoring coke off her tits.

“Out. With Harrison” I said coldly. “I know he’s not in love with me but some respect would be nice. He bitches at me for spending more time with his brothers but when we finally have time to spend together, he bolts with his stupid friend” At this point I was more sad than angry. Part of me knew I couldn’t spend my entire life in a loveless marriage, just being used as a baby maker.

A soft on my door made me walk out the closet. I knew it wasn’t Tom, he never knocked. Laura was rumbling about how she got almost got in a fight with one the Hadid sisters. I opened the door and I was surprised to see it was my father standing on the other side. “I’ll call you back Lau” I didn’t give her a chance to say goodbye, I hanged up and threw my phone in my bed. “Pa?” I walked next to my suitcase, making sure my nervousness wasn’t showing. He closed the door behind him and walked next to my dresser. “What are you doing here? I thought you were going back to London.” I could hear a pitch in my voice. Talking to father was never easy.

“Just came to congratulate you, you picked a wonderful man (y/n)” I tried my best not roll my eyes since was standing in front of me and had a smile ear to ear.

“He isn’t he?” I said sarcastically. Tom was probably fucking somebody else. I faked a smile at my father.

My father walked closer to me, grabbing my face his hands. “My little girl. If he makes you unhappy, I’ll make an arraignment with some other young men’s, some of my business partners have handsome, young son’s. Marvin’s son just turned 24, and he would be perfect for you” He calmly said. I tried my hardest not to shed a tear but my father’s words were something I needed. I was my chance not to marry Tom, but we had an arraignment of our own. A promise, and I couldn’t break it.

“I love him” I lied. “He makes me happy, I make him happy. It’s just sometimes...” A took a deep breath, carefully not trying to say the wrong thing. “It’s hard. Being with him is hard” I sat down in the bed, looking down at my feet. Tom never made it easy, being with him was hard, pretending to be in love with him was harder.

My father sat next to me, and put an arm around my shoulder. “Love is hard. It’s the most common thing to say but it’s true. It’s never easy, you have to understand each other, commit to one and other and always be true to each other” He said. I smiled at him. If being with Tom meant more conversation’s like this with my father, I am all in.

New York City, 2:20am

I smiled once Harrison handed me the mask for the club. “Now remember, you can’t ask for their names. They can’t ask for yours. And just have fun” Harrison explained out the rules of this club he was told about. It was 50 shades themed club or it looked like it. I wasn’t feeling the club at all, but I anything that could get me away from my mother and my cock hard it’s was okay with me.

Once I walked through the big black doors, the only thing I could hear was the loud music playing over us and the moans coming from the upstairs bedroom. They were girls everywhere. They were a pair of redheads on the stairs smiling at me. About five girls laying on a couch waiting to be fucked. Some were wearing black, blue, red and white lingerie. I licked my lips walking through the girls. I grabbed champagne from a table in the middle, Harrison already had disappeared with the first girl who threw herself at him. I looked around trying to find the right girl. Bingo. My eyes were on the girl with white lingerie. She had the same hair color as (Y/N), I took a few sips of my drink before placing it back into the table. I walked over to the girl. She saw me coming, and smirked at me. She signaled with her finger for me to follow her into one of the bedrooms upstairs.

I bit my lips looking at her ass. (y/n) ass was better. I imaged it was actually her leading me up the stairs. That it was her behind the mask. I thought the short peach dress she was wearing. If I had the power to make everyone disappear from that table and fuck her right there I would. I wanted nothing more than to spread her legs, slide my cock inside her and hear her cry out of my name.

A side of me wanted to go back to the house, and apologize to her. But our agreement meant no real feelings, no emotional attachment, I wish I could buy a time machine and stop myself from agreeing with her.

I followed the girl into on the bedrooms. I closed the behind her and she was already laying on the bed. “Get up” I commanded her. Even behind her mask I could see her confused look but obeyed me anyways.

“I know names are off limit” I said handing her $400. “I just need to call you one name” She was hesitant but smiled at me and grabbed it

“And what’s the name?” she asked. I grabbed her by the waist, turning her around.

“(y/n)” I said, and kissed her neck.

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