Spoiled

Chapter 5

      'Kitten, kitten! Ohh, that man is infuriating.' You huffed to yourself as you snagged the dinks heading towards your bestie.

         You set the drinks down a little too hard on the table, making the liquid slash around in the oversized shot glass. You slumped into the chair next to your friend. Making her looked up at from her phone with a puzzled look. You huffed in annoyance.

        "What happened, dearie?" She inquired.

         "That man is infuriating." You sighed, running the glass over the table in circles, staring at the liquor inside move along.

         "And who are we referring too?" She smirked, looking over her shoulder, catching Tom walking back towards his friend.

         "You know who." Rolling your eyes as you looked over to your friend.

          "Yes, but I mean look. You could just bounce a dime off that ass." She hummed, looking back at you.

         You looked over just as Tom sat down. His eyes were looking over towards the two of you. A smirk spread across his face when your eyes meet. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips. You quickly turned, looking down at the table.

        "He is arrogant. Thinking he could buy our drinks." You mumbled. "Calling me Princess and now kitten. Who the hell does he think he is?"

         "My god, I want to know what is under those buttons. They're a bit of hair peeking through. You could just run your tongue all over him. Just think, giving him little kitten lick here and there." Your friend shivered at the thought as she teased you. Completely ignoring your statement.

            "God, your a bitch." You hissed smacking your friend in the shoulder playfully. She turned to you with a big old smile. Both of you looked over again. When your eyes locked with Toms, it was like he knew the two of you were talking about him. The smirk on his face was all too knowing.

             Tom raised his glass, nodding towards you both in acknowledgment. Your friend raised her, nodding back with a bright smile. You rolled your eyes, looking back at the table. Not once looking back as you raised your arm the shot glass in the air before downing the shot. The burn of the purple-colored drink slid down your throat smoothly.

         The night wore on, and the drinks flowed freely. It seems that Tom had bought most of your drinks that night. You managed to persuade a few guys to give up their pool table. You were flirting openly with them as you and your friend attempt to play. The alcohol flowing throughout your veins didn't help.

You found yourself stumbling over your own two feet, gigging as you did. Missing shots left and right and using the table to hold yourself up. When you went to make your next move, you felt a pair of hands grab your waist.

"All right, princess, I think that's quite enough fun and games for the night." Tom's velvet-smooth voice rang through your ears. His lips were dangerously close to the little spot behind your ear that makes you weak in the knees.

"The nights still young." You giggled, looking over your shoulder at him. His face only inches away from yours. Your eyes looked down at his lips. The little thought of wanting to know what they would taste like.

"Your really close." You slurred out.

"Yep, come on, princess, we're getting you home." Tom pulled away, his hands still firmly around your waist. Pulling you up with him.

You trip while trying to face him landing you against Tom's firm chest. Your hands felt the hard panels that were hidden underneath the button-down shirt. Your eyes locked with the open part of his shirt small amount of hair peeking out from underneath, made you lick your lips. In your drunken state, you hadn't realized your hands fisted into his shirt.

"Why is it when you call me Princess it sounds more seductively sexy then it should be." You stammered out, looking back into those bright blue eyes that could melt you from the inside out.

        "It must be the accent or my way with women." Tom had that smirk that probably could have any women he desired. Tom managed to usher you and your friend that seemed to have a little more sense, throw the crowded bar and out into the cold New York night.

       "Stay here while I hail you both a cab." Tom set you down on one of the patio chairs. His hands were firm on your shoulders as he watched you. You nodded, crossing your arms around you, trying to keep warm. Tom noticed you didn't bring a coat, so she moved from you to shrug off his fitted jacket. Draping it over your shoulders.

             "Thank you." You mumbled, pulling the coat around you more, taking in the scent of him. It was Bourbon, spice, and something masculine that invaded your senses.

             "I'm telling you to fuck him like a pogo stick!" Your friend giggled once Tom was out of earshot, hailing a cab. "Really, have one drunken night with that god of a man. I'm telling you he could have you scream in so many different ways."

               Before you could say anything, Tom came back. Cab waiting for the two of you. "I do hope you don't mind, but I figure you would be going to the same place as Mis y/l/n." Tom looked to your friend, who was in fits of giggles.

            "Oh, I'm sure she wouldn't mind going home with you." Your friend blurted out. Tom smirked as he pulled you up to his strong arms, holding you around the waist.

            "Well, I-I eheheh, Prefer my women sober that way they can remember how I've ruined them." Tom's voice was deep and seductive cause you both to shiver. "Now, let's get you into the cab, shall we."

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The next morning you found yourself tangled in your bed with your bestie who was using your ass as a pillow. If you haven't been friends since preschool, it would have been a little weird.

             Your head was pounding from last night's binge. Drinking more, then you should have. But Tom smug face was all you saw, and you just wanted to drink him away, which didn't seem to work.

"Ugh, never again." Your friend groaned in pain, moving slightly.

"Oh, and whose bright idea was it to drink that much?" You huffed, a small attempt to look over at your friend.

"That handsome British man." She giggled before wincing in pain.

"Will you get off my ass?" You tried to moves from your friend's grasp.

"Nope, your ass makes a lovely pillow. I'm sure I'm not the only one that would love to use your ass as a pillow. Though I'm sure, Tom would like to do more to then just resting his head on it." Your friend stated as she fluffed up your ass like it was her own pillow.

"Eww, you're a pervert." Pushing your friend off of you.

"Oh come on, I know daddy's little girl has a kinky side you just got to let someone like Tom discover what makes your purr, kitten. He would indeed have a few tricks up his sleeves." Your friend giggled, rolling over.

"Fuck you." You hissed, pulling yourself into a sitting position. A wall of Bourbon, spice, and that damn masculine, almost woody smell hit you again. You realize you were still in Tom's jacket. You huffed in annoyance as you peeled yourself out of it, tossing it on the chair. Last night flooding back into your mind.

              "His clothes look good on you. I think you need to get a few of his button-downs after a few nights with that man." Your friend smiled sweetly at you. You grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it at her.

                You were going to have to find a way to avoid him. Which would be harder then one would think. But you would be damned if that man would get under your skin or under your skirt like your friend so desperately wants.