My Next Mistake || Book One

Will you still love me tomorrow?

Olivia's first day had gone well. Her job was checking the books to make sure money was in the right place and not in slipping elsewhere. Tommy had been in to see how she was doing but something didn't seem right with him. He seemed distracted and moody.

It had been a few weeks since she had started and her conversations with Tommy were non existent. When she asked Polly as she replied with was 'business'. She saw him in a few occasions pacing up and down his office. Olivia didn't want to pry though.

Olivia was sat at her desk in the office, ready to finish for the day. As the other ladies said there 'Good night's' Olivia noticed Tommy in his office, head in his hands and paper everywhere. Once everyone had gone it was just her and him. Curiosity got the better of her. She put down her books and walked over to Tommy's office. She knocked on the door. No reply. She let herself in. Tommy didn't even flinch or look up. Olivia coughed to see if that could bring anything around.

'What is it Olivia?' Tommy muttered under his breathe. Olivia rolled her eyes.

'Come on Tommy, let's go out for a drink. Whatever you have going on needs to be put to bed for one night,' Olivia spoke softly as she walked over to his desk, gently sitting on the side of it. Tommy sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He didn't responsed. 'Tommy, come on..'

'Olivia! Go home!' Tommy said abruptly as he stood from his chair and look Olivia dead on in the eyes. Olivia rolled her eyes and began to walk out of the office.

'Fuck you Tommy,' Olivia spat as she walked out of the office, slamming the door on her way out. Tommy threw paper off his desk as Olivia slammed the door. Did she know how much work needed to go into taking over Ascot?! Tommy was stressed. It had been on his mind for weeks since meeting Alfie and he knew it was starting to bother everyone else, including Olivia. He had a plan, but he would need to involve Olivia and he wasn't sure how she was going to take it. But she would be the best woman for the job.

Olivia had made her way to the Garrison. If Tommy wasn't having a drink, she defiantly was going too. As she walked in the busy pub, She received looks. But these looks were different, since working for the Peaky Blinders it was like everyone gave her respect. No that she cared for it.

After a couple of glasses of whiskey she still felt mad at Tommy. She couldn't blame him if he had a lot going on, but that's no excuse to speak to someone like dirt. Olivia gave up on her liquor and began to make her way home. Her heels stumbled over a few of the cobbles, the alcohol had got to her head. As she made her way down her street she noticed a figure stood outside her house. A flat cap and thick coat. Tommy.

Olivia rolled her eyes, she really didn't want to deal with his shit right now. She clumsily walked towards her house, Tommy looked up as her head the sound of her heels.

'What do you want Tommy?' Olivia spat as she struggled to open the front door. Tommy could see she was intoxicated and he put his hand out to help her with the key. Olivia slapped his hand away as he did. Tommy watched as she continued to struggle and eventually she managed to open it. Tommy followed the blonde in and closed the door behind him. Her home smelt like her, Vanilla. He watched as Olivia threw her coat carelessly on the floor and made her way to the sitting room. He followed her movement in. Olivia poured her self a whiskey, not bothering to offer Tommy one.

'So Mr Shelby...what do you want? Seeing as you have yet to speak,' Olivia slurred. Tommy smirked as he put his hands in his pockets.

'Well I had come over to do the gentlemanly thing of apologizing for shouting at you earlier. But seeing as your drunk, you won't remember in the morning anyway,' Tommy said. Olivia sipped her whiskey, a smirk also on her face.

'Thomas Shelby being a gentleman, gosh I never thought I would see the day!' Olivia chuckled to herself. She walked over to him and fiddled with the lapel on his coat. 'You know you can make yourself more at home,' Olivia spoke, her voice like silk. Tommy smirked, this woman drunk or not could be a tease when she wanted to be. Their relationship was confusing to both of them, but given everything that had happened between them they knee it was like treading in dangerous waters.

Olivia set her glass down and began to take of Tommy's coat, Tomym breathed in as he could smell her vaniallary scent that gave him shivers. She threw it to one side and look up at him. She smiled as she removed his flat cap and placed it on her own head. God, this woman was a vixen.

'Do you think I would make a good member of the Peaky Blinders?' Olivia asked Tommy as he watched the razors in his hat glimmer in the dim light. He looked down at her blue eyes that could melt any man.

'Looking like that....definatly,' Tommy replied. Tommy took the flat cap from her head and threw it aside. Tommy watched as Olivia's eyes made contact with his pistols in both holsters. He watched as she pulled them off his shoulders in one motion. She had done this too many times before, Tommy thought to himself.

'There. You look more at home now,' Olivia commented as he was left in his typical suit attire. Olivia wanted to admire every part of him. Thomas Shelby was a handsome man and any woman would be lucky to have him. Olivia couldn't help but smile at the thought. Tommy couldnt help but look at Olivia's dress. She always dressed like a model in a magazine. Her dress hugged her waist and every inch of her beautiful figure.

'Whats wrong Mr Shelby? Like something you see?' Olivia smirked, the liquor had got to her head but she knew what she was doing and it felt so right. She took hold of Tommy's hand and placed it on her waist. Her eyes fluttered up at him. She knew calling him Mr Shelby drove him to the edge and she could see now it was working. She could feel his body inching closer to hers. She placed a hand on his shoulder and moved her red lips to his ear. 'If you like what you see, you should take it all for yourself,' Olivia whispered. She could feel his body tense as she spoke. Her words resinated in everything Tommy did. His work and his women. Tommy always got what he wanted.

With those words, Tommy pressed his lips on Olivia's hard. He pushed Olivia against the wall, his lips moving quickly over hers full of passion. He wanted this girl badly. Olivia moaned as his lips caressed her neck, Tommy's hands appreciating every inch her body had to offer. His hands moved to her thighs, He lifted them up and she wrapped them around his waist. Before they knew it they were on her sofa, giving themselves to each other.

Olivia was going to have a sore head in the morning.

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