So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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You awoke several hours later, alone, to the sound of tinkling china and the smell of sizzling bacon. The blanket was still turned away from where Tom slept. You ran a hand over the space next to you, wishing it wasn't empty.
"Back to reality," you sighed, bringing your knees up to your chest and glanced around the room. It was even more spectacular in the daylight. At the foot of bed was a robe, neatly folded across the covers. Your dress, which you were certain was tossed aside at some point last night, hung nicely on a hanger, with your shoes perched underneath. Someone had tidied up, you thought.
That delicious smell hit you again. Wait, does he cook too? What does this boy not do? You slipped on your robe and sauntered down the hall towards the smell.
"Hey, Hot Stuff, there better be a juicy sausage waiting for me-" You froze. The fuck?
"I can certainly have some sausage sent up here promptly, Madam," said some strange, older gentleman in a tuxedo. He stood stiffly, tray in hand and gave you a polite smile.
You subconsciously tied your robe a little tighter and looked around quickly.
"Who...?" you saw the spread of food laid out on the table. Enough to feed four of you...ok maybe three. You liked to eat.
"My apologies, Madam. I am Alfred, your butler." He gave a little bow.
"My....butler?" You moved closer to the food. Your stomach was screaming at you now.
"Yes, Madam. A butler is assigned to any guests of the honeymoon suite," he said, not really looking at you.
Honeymoon suite, you thought. Right.
"I apologize. Mr. Thomas said he would inform you of my presence."
You choked a little on a croissant, "Mr. Thomas?!" You shook your head and grabbed the teapot, pouring yourself a cup. You saw him watching you closely as your poured.
"I'm sorry," you pulled your hand away quickly, "were you supposed to do that?" You didn't know how this worked. Was he gonna hang out the whole time you ate? Also, a head's up would have been nice. Reminder to give Tom shit for that.
You took a sip of tea, and glanced up at him. This was so awkward. He just stood there.
"Wait, did you say your name was Alfred?" You smiled.
That's correct, Madam," still not really looking at you.
You took another sip and smiled to yourself. Of course it is.
You pulled your phone out to text Celia. She had to hear about this. You saw that Tom texted you hours ago and totally missed it. You slept hard after all those water aerobics.
TOM: Good morning, darling. I've gone to my meeting but feel free to hang out as long as you like. There is a butler, Alfred (Don't ask him anything about Wayne Manor. He won't get it. Already tried🦇). He'll take care of anything you need and will call you a car when you're ready to go. Miss you already 😘🐅
You missed him already too, didn't you. Missed his face, missed his laugh, missed his lips. Christ, last night really did a number on you. It's almost as if you let your guard completely down and let yourself be vulnerable for a change. Maybe not the best idea, Y/N. Last night may have been an exception, but don't be so foolish in the future.
You texted Celia.
YOU: omg, help! I'm having a Pretty Woman moment and don't know what to do!! CELIA: What did I tell you about prostituting yourself on the Sunset Blvd.? YOU: I'm in some swank hotel room and there's a goddamn butler and he's just hovering and I have no class and I'm so out of my element here. I mean, there's fucking pats of butter in the shape of roses! CELIA: What? How did you get there? YOU: Tom. He got the room for us but he's gone and I'm like, do I go and have a shopping montage now? CELIA: Girl, don't kiss him on the lips!!! YOU: lol too late! I feel so stupid right now. I'm not this girl, right? CELIA: Definitely not, but why not enjoy it while it lasts? YOU: This bacon is fucking good. CELIA: Are you good? YOU: yeah, I am good. I'm actually good for a change 🙂 CELIA: Then go with it, girl. YOU: Thanks, hooker ❤️ CELIA: Anytime, bitch
You giggled to yourself, almost forgetting about Jeeves over here until you caught him polishing a glass out of the corner of your eye.
Hey, Alfred," you said. "Yes, Madam?" he answered.
"If you called me a car, could we take a detour before I head home?" you asked.
"Anything you'd like, Madam," he replied.
"Good," you said.
I'm good, you thought. Time to make good on why I came here.
