sinking ships - succession

chapter twenty

Rose had done another fashion show and there was a little afterparty. She had taken Tom with her to the events; they'd actually been hanging out ever since her mother's wedding. She introduced him (and Greg because Tom brought Greg everywhere) to models she knew and it was funny watching him try to impress them.

     But at this party, a short video was posted on Instagram of her dancing with Tom by one of the people at the party. It wasn't anything dirty where she was dancing up against him or something but he was simply twirling her around a lot while she laughed. But Lukas had immediately called her once he saw the video.

         She had excused herself and found a private room in the club they were in. She answered his FaceTime call with a smile, "Hey, handsome."

          "Who was that?" he immediately questioned.

          "What?" she said in confusion. "What do you mean?"

           "Who were you dancing with?" he clarified.

          "Oh, that's just Tom."

             "Tom? Your sister's husband?" he questioned.

           "Yeah. He's nice," she said. "He noticed I wasn't having very much fun and wanted to make sure that I was."

           "I don't—I don't like it," Lukas frowned. "I think you should ask him to leave."

            "Excuse me? You think?" she raised her eyebrows. "No. He's my friend and he stays."

       Lukas groaned before he ranted angrily, "Well, he shouldn't have his hands all fucking over you."

            Rose stared in disbelief before she realized he was jealous. She started to smile as she teased, "You're jealous of Tom? Of fucking Tom?"

           She giggled at the absurdity of it and Lukas rolled his eyes, "Why is this funny? He totally wants to fuck you."

            "Lukas, everyone wants to fuck me but I'm only fucking you," she assured before she smiled softly. "I'm yours."

            "Say that again."

            She rolled her eyes but, nevertheless, said it again, "I'm yours, Lukas."

            He hummed with a small, little grin but then he frowned again, "Do you have to dance with him, though? Like, do you really?"

          "Oh my god. Lukas," she huffed. "I'm having fun; it doesn't mean I don't miss you."

           "You miss me?" he smirked.

           "Yes, you idiot," she smiled. "Why do you think Tom had to ask me to dance in the first place?"

            He smiled as he bit his lip and it was silent for a moment before she asked, "Wait, how did you even know I was with Tom?"

           "I follow an Instagram account that posts updates of you," he explained. "I like to check up on you."

           "So you ask; not stalk me on Instagram," she lectured.

         "Yeah, but I don't—I like to get a full picture," he defended before he grinned. "I also like to see what you're wearing. And I really, really want to undress you right now."

         "Oh, yeah?" she smiled as she brought her hand up to the wide strap on her shoulder and tugged it down. "Do you want me to undress for you right now?"

            His eyes glued in on her hand tugging the strap down. He stared at her hungrily and he nodded as he bit his lip.

         She smiled as she undid the zipper on the back of her dress. She was wearing a short red body-con dress with a sweetheart neckline and wide shoulder straps.