Dinner Guest

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Tommy knew you were annoyed with him, it was the reason you were now openly flirting with one of the men that had been invited to dinner, distracting Tommy enough to be a little off his game. He knew that you didn't intend for anything more than to distract Tommy, the man who currently held your attention didn't seem to know that, putting his hand on yours or your arms as he'd lean in and you'd move away slightly before drawing him back in.



"Why doesn't the lovely (Y/N) take my friend to the other room?" The man talking to Tommy declared and you smiled as Tommy glance at you before setting his jaw.



"Hope you enjoy yourselves." Tommy's voice appeared to be light and friendly to the men but to you it meant that later on you'd no doubt be at the mercy of Tommy's bad mood.



He didn't look at you as you got up and lead the man to the other room but you knew he'd be in there at the first chance he got.





"So did we have fun?" Tommy asked as he lent on the wall and watched wonder about the living room as you looked for something to do.



"I suppose; funny little fellow wasn't he?" You giggled when Tommy's jaw clenched and he glared at you.



"What were you hoping for, a reaction, that I'd let you go off with Esme?" Tommy sighed and you shrugged.



"Revenge." You hummed and tugged at his tie.



"Revenge for what?" Tommy sighed and tried to wrack his brain and think of what he could have done.



"Now you know how it feels what you take me to the races and spend all day flirting with May." You hummed and skipped a little as you walked to the sofa.



"This is about May, if I see you with that bloke again I'll have him shot." Tommy warned. "I won't stand here and argue with a stubborn woman like you."



You rolled your eyes and tossed a throw cushion at him as he walked out of the room. You weren't sure if it hit him but you hoped it did and that it'd knocked his cigarette out of his hands.





"Miss (Y/N), there's someone to see you." One of the maids said and you got up from your bedroom armchair, expecting it to be Tommy, so you didn't bother to get changed out of your night clothes as you grabbed at your robe.



"Tommy you know you don't have to send a maid every time you... oh." You stopped talking when you saw the man from the dinner last night, realising Tommy must not be back from where ever he'd told you he was going.



"(Y/N) it's lovely to see you again." He muttered.



"Tommy isn't here but I could show you to his office if you wanted to wait." You mumbled, feeling much less confident now Tommy wasn't home to deal with the man.



"I know I waited for him to be gone, I was a little delayed but after last night... I could stay away." He stepped towards you and you took a few steps back, you hadn't counted on you plan backfiring like this.



"Sir I'm sorry but I think you got the wrong idea." You said quickly and jumped when he grabbed you by the waist.



"I've been thinking about you since I left." He mummed.



"Really sir, I'm with Mr Shelby and I demand that you let me go." You snapped, neither noticing that Tommy had walked into the room as you spoke.



"What can that Gypsy give you that I can't?" He leered and both of you jumped when Tommy spoke up.



"Given your current situation a damn sight more than you'll ever be able to afford." Tommy's hand moved towards you, only slightly, it was a habit he'd developed whenever he thought you weren't safe.



As soon as you were safely next to Tommy, his hand resting on your lower back he turned his attention to the man who was eyeing Tommy nervously.



"Mr Shelby you can't blame me she..." he started and Tommy gave you a look that told you to never do what you'd done again.



"You mean to tell me you can't control yourself when a woman holds a conversation with you?" Tommy waited for the stuttering man to answer before hurrying out of the house, maids scurrying after him to make sure he left.



"I've forgiven you for flirting with May." You said quickly and Tommy chuckled.


"The next time I have dinner guests I'm telling them you're sick." Tommy murmured as he cupped your face and kissed you harshly. "If I catch him here again I'm not going to let him walk off without a few hits first."



"Such a brute." You sighed dramatically and rolled your eyes as he chuckled at you.

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