"He would wipe my tears and even hug me! And then, the next day, he'd pull my hair and insult my outfit! Like, WHY? Anyways. I guess that's how life works... you can't always be surrounded by people who love you right....?"
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A love hidden underne...
As we all got out of the cars, Tom made sure to stay behind me when we entered the restaurant. As we waited for our waiter to come greet us, Tom discreetly placed his hand on my lower back, making me shiver at his touch. Just with this small pressure I could feel myself getting wet as I pressed my thighs together. He had left me wanting more earlier... and my boby hadn't yet recover.
"Tom...?" I silently whispered to him as he slowly slid his hand to my ass. I wanted to moan so badly. I closed my eyes as I tried concentrating my thoughts toward a distraction, when our waiter finally arrived.
"If you would kindly follow me..." said the waiter as he led us to our table.
As we all sat down in our seats, we each took our time to look at the menu and admire the classy features of the restaurant. As I looked around I could see a couple of men staring at me, which made me a bit uncomfortable as I was sitting next to Tom.
"Are you alright...?" Kindly asked Tom as he saw my change of attitude.
"Yes... I'm fine." I said with a smile.
"What about now?" Tom whispered as he slid once again his hand on my thigh.
"Yope!" I said as I buried my face deep into the menu to hide my blushed cheeks.
As Tom gently moved his grip deeper between my thighs, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan that I automatically covered with a small cough. His fingers were resting not even an inch away from my center, that he decided to stop. I shot him a look as to why he had stopped but he just smirked at his menu. His hand tormented me until our plates arrived, which then freed me from the unstoppable sexual torture that Tom had brought upon me.
"A toast! To my two wonderful, funny, stupid brothers! Love you lads! Happy Birthday!" Cheered Tom as we all raised our glasses.
"Love you mate..." said back Harry and Sam.
"And to Emily! Someone that we are lucky enough to celebrate with on this special night. I think I speak for everyone when I say that we love you and wish you all the best!"Praised Tom as I sat there blushing at his kind words while everyone looked at each other confused to what had Tom just said.
"Cheers!" I said as we all joined our glasses. As everyone was still sharing glances due too Tom's unexpected speech.
"Happy birthday baby..." Tom whispered to my ear while no one was looking.
"Thank you..." I mouthed.
"So what are you all doing tonight?" Asked Dom.
We all looked at each other not knowing what to say. We didn't really know how to explain that we had planned to get faced and dance till our legs gave out.
"We were just gonna go hangout at Harrison's place." Said Tom with a convincing tone. I looked at him confused as to why he was saving our asses. Was he coming to the club too? Tom winked at Harry which made me even more confused.
An hour later we were out of the restaurant. Dom, Nikki and Paddy had taken the first car and left me, Sam, Harry and Tom with the second one. As I climbed into the passenger seat, Tom took the wheel and started the car.
"So you guys are going to the Beach Club right?" Asked Tom.
"Yope! We are initiating Emily to clubbing!", said Harry as he took both my shoulders from behind and gave me a friendly pat.
"You make it sound like I never partied!" I said as I turned around with a confused smile on my face.
"Clubbing is different..." said Sam
"Just don't get drunk ok?" Ordered Tom as he looked into my eyes with a serious look.
I didn't respond. I wasn't sure why he thought he could control me like that... I mean if I wanted to get wasted on my birthday I could! We finally arrived home to get changed into our party clothes. I had bought a sexy, tight black dress for the occasion. I had put on comfortable shoes that fitted with my dress and grabbed my purse.
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As I walked out of my room. I bumped into Tom:
"What the hell are you wearing!?" He asked half angry, half turned on.
"A dress...? What's wrong?", I said with a curious expression.
"You're not going out with that!" He stated.
"Excuse me!? You do realize that it's not 1956 right!? I don't need a man to approve my outfit so he can decide if it's proper or not!" I said with an angry tone. I hated when guys would try mansplaining me something or try to control my choices.
"I don't care! Em you have no idea what these guys are like at this club!", said Tom as he stared at me dead in the eyes.
"Oh! And you do!?", I said as the tension started building up.
"Actually yes! So get your ass in your room and change!" He said with authority.
"Like hell I am!" I said as I pushed past him and rushed downstairs. As Tom ran after me, I rushed to the car where Sam and Harry were waiting.
"Holy Shit Emily!!" Yelled Sam as he saw my dress.
"Bloody hell Em! That dress is—", started Harry before Tom interrupted him.
"Unacceptable! She can't go like this!" Pointed Tom, seeking for his brother's support.
"For the last time! You do not control me! We are going!" I said as I climbed into the backseat.
As the car took off, I couldn't help but slowly look back at Tom. I could still see his angry expression as we drove away from the house. There's nothing I hated more than a man who thought he owned me. I didn't care what Tom said. Tonight, I was going to party, dance and get as drunk as possible! It's not like he could do anything about it...
