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The atmosphere was uncomfortable for you. Sweaty people grinding on each other and the loud music in the background. You sat at the bar, water in your cup.
The truth was you didn't want to be here, but somehow your friends had convinced you to come. They were somewhere in the club where you couldn't see them.
Every now and then you felt eyes on you. You ignored it, though, because you were wearing a tight black dress. It wasn't as skimpy as some people here but it showed off your curves well.
One of your friend suddenly appeared at your side. "Look. Someone's got the hots for you." She said wiggling her eyebrows. You turned around and followed her eyes.
In the VIP section sat a man with brown, puffy, hair. He wore all black and was surrounded by several men as well as waitresses basically sitting on him. He ignored them, his eyes trained on you and you alone.
Once you made eye contact, a small smirk made its way to his face. Another one of your friends also came up to you. She snapped her fingers infront of your face making you look at her, your face dark red.
"That's Tom Holland." She said eyes wide with fear. Your eyebrows creased in confusion. She rolled her eyes. "He is apart of one of the most feared mob out there!" She waved her hands around wildly before downing other drink.
A tap on your shoulder made you turn around. "Follow me please miss. Tom wishes to see you." He wore the same attire as Tom, but had a gentler nature to him.
You snapped your eyes to your friends who both had wide eyes and an open mouth. One mouthed for you to 'go' most likely because she was scared what would happen if you didn't. With shaky legs you followed the man to the VIP section.
Once you entered, Tom sat up a little. He looked intensely at you, making your hands shake and face redden more. "You may leave." His voice was gruff and deep. The man that had lead you left, clothing the curtain behind him, leaving just you and Tom.
"Come closer, darling. I won't bite. Not unless you want me to." His smirk widened when you looked down to hide your blush and stepped forward. He continued to comand yoy forward tell you were almost straddling him.
You still looked down, your feet suddenly becoming very interesting. Fingers made their way to you chin making you flinch but the finger stayed strongly on your face. He lifted it, making you face him.
"Look at me. I want to see your eyes." You finally focused your gaze on him. He had a beautiful face and eyes that's for sure. "There you go, darling." He smiled and brought your face closer. His breath fanned out on your face. You gulped, too scared to do anything.
