Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 56.

Tom's pov~

The evening might be going nicely so far, but shit, it was boring. The longer I looked around, the more I noticed only old married couples who had probably last had sex 50 years ago. Could they even remember that? Not even I can remember the last time I did it with Y/N.

I blamed it on stress and lack of time, but to be honest we had more than enough time, it was just the stupid new pills I had to take, that no longer made me feel the urge to touch anything. It was embarrassing and I felt ashamed every time I looked for an excuse not to do it, but today was different. Whether it was the dress Y/N was wearing, or just the starving hormone in my pants.
I wanted to do it. Do her-

Not because of her dress, and not because of the mask, although I would have liked to have her blindfolded.
"Oh Richard, have you seen the painting in the corridor?" An elderly lady spoke to her husband behind me as the two of them walked past us.
I didn't bother to turn around to see what they looked like, instead rolling my eyes as my brother had done all evening felt right to be doing, albeit for different reasons.

How could Y/N stand it here for so long?
She smiled, then took a sip of her wine and continued talking to Ciara, who was the only one left at the table. Her white gloves fitting perfectly around her petite wrists, dress hugging her every curve, and the pearly necklace around her neck- damn, it was driving me crazy. Because in my mind, this stupid thousand-dollar thing was dangling against the headboard of our bed, or any bed, while Y/N moaned my name on repeat.

"He definitely was not okay with-" I felt bad interrupting Ciara... but- oh who am I kidding. She'd been talking all evening anyway, a little break wouldn't do her mouth any harm after she'd poured herself some dry wine down her throat the past twenty minutes. "Hey, princess? Have you seen the painting in the corridor already?" Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in irritation, the fake smile on my lips being well acted. It had to be, otherwise she wouldn't slowly shake her head to answer my question.
"Let me show you." I reached around the round table and grabbed her wrist. Totally ignoring Ciara's presence in the process. Being selfish was the only solution at this point to get her out of the conversation, so I dragged her across the room up the stairs. But unlike the couple from before, my goal was not to admire a damn painting, but to find a quiet room for us, only to make it not so quiet anymore.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked, innocently panting after me. I was probably one step too fast on the stairs, almost causing her to stumble on the way up, but I couldn't take it much longer. Fortunately, no one recognised us with our masks on, which was probably the only thing I liked about this event. Even though I was not a fan of the masks themselves.

"Don't know yet." I grumbled. The crowds drove me crazy. There weren't even many people, but for the fact that the stairs were about 5 metres wide, I had the feeling that everyone wanted to get in my way, as if there wasn't enough space. Not to mention that there were the same stairs on the other side. It was a staircase that went up to the right and left.

So why did it feel like everyone was walking on our side of the stairs? And even better question, what was up there, that everyone was going up the stairs?! I thought there were only the bedrooms and workrooms of the staff like cleaners and maids. This mension must even have a private chef.

Once upstairs, I quickly realised where everyone was going when I saw the terrace at the end of the corridor, and I was sure it wasn't even the highest floor this building had. But this alone seemed to have some kind of architectural fountain, the way it looked with angels hammered into the edge. Besides, it made sense that everyone was up here when it was already midnight in an hour and a half and the new year was about to begin.

Certainly, some people had already secured the best spot to watch the fireworks later, but that didn't interest me the quitest bit so far.

The corridor itself was fortunately quite empty with dimmed lights, so even if someone saw us, they could only make out the outlines of our figures as I opened one of the room doors and pulled Y/N in behind me.
"What are you doing?" She asked as I locked the door and turned to face her. She was definitely trying to be angry, but I could see the excitement in her eyes and the way her heart was beating out of her rib cage. Her adrenaline was pumping just as fast as mine.