Gwendolyn West is a young journalist from Manhattan. But when her fiancé is killed by the most infamous mob in the world, she has to do something about it. She goes undercover as a server in the household of mob leader Tom Holland. She finds herself...
PART ONE It came to Saturday quickly. I was walking non stop like a baby who'd just learnt how to walk. I woke up to the sound of a...bugle? "Good morning!" Tom shouted. I jumped a bit and sat up in bed. I wiped my eyes and tried to open them fully. Tom was wearing a full 3-piece suit. He looked really handsome. "Tom?" I laughed a bit. "In celebration of Gwendolyn West being able to walk again," He was using a very English accent. Like a Shakespearean accent. "I have a full day planned for us! Starting off with..." He opened the bedroom door dramatically and Harry marched in, also in a smart 3-piece suit playing the bugle horrendously. Tom was trying so hard not to laugh and so was Harry. "What the hell!" I laughed. "Your breakfast in bed!" Tom shouted. Then Sam came through with a tray of everything I loved for a cooked breakfast. He rolled it over next to be and placed it on the mini table over my lap. "Oh my god guys! This is so-" "And to top it off...Gossip Girl!" Tom shouted over me and pointed to the TV. Harrison popped up from no where and turned the TV on. "Oh...my god." I was nearly in tears. "Now, after your breakfast you ring this bell." Tom handed me a bell. "And we shall collect your breakfast and Amelia will come in with every outfit possible that you can choose for today!" Tom announced. "What's happening after breakfast?" I asked. "It's a surprise, darling." Tom smirked. I squinted my eyes in suspicion and he coughed and got back into character. "Now we will leave you in peace. Enjoy!" Sam and Harrison walked out in an orderly fashion then Harry played the bugle again on his way out and lastly, Tom winked and closed the door. "Oh my god." I laughed and dug in to the food.
I rang the bell. Sam immediately came in, taking away the plate, the tray and the mini table. "I now present to you, Amelia Romano!" Tom said and pointed to the door. Amelia walked through and curtsied. "Oh my god, you're in on this?" I laughed. "You will now pick the perfect outfit for our...beach side, boat ride date!" Tom shouted. "We're going to the beach?" I asked excitedly. "Yes we are! Now we're walking along the beach and sunbathing and swimming, then you'll need an outfit for our date tonight on a yacht!" Tom smiled. "This is amazing! I can't wait!" I said and hopped out of bed. "I'll leave you two alone. I'll see you in two hours love!" He said and closed the door behind him. "Amelia this is so amazing!" I squealed. She wheeled a clothes rack out of the bathroom. "Ta-da!" She presented. I laughed, "I love you."
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I curled my hair, put an oversized black sun hat on and put on nude wedges. "Wow..." Amelia said. "I look hot!" I laughed. There was a knock. "Miss Gwendolyn West are you ready for our date?" Tom asked. Amelia folded up my outfit and everything I needed for tonight in a bag and handed it to me. "Yes I am!" I shouted. Tom opened the door. He was wearing black swim shorts that stopped right above his knees. He had a white button down shirt on that was only buttoned once. His hair was gelled and his sunglasses rested on top. "Woah." He said. "I'm so happy I can walk in heels again." I smiled. "You look stunning." He smiled. I grabbed his hand. "I'll text you later!" I said to Amelia. "Let's go!"
Tom and I got to the beach and set up. Harry, Sam, Harrison and Tuwaine were there but behind us. They were only there for protection really. "Race you in." Tom laughed. "I have to get my shoes and stuff off! Tom!" I shouted at him but it was useless. He was nearly in the sea already. I got my shoes and hat off and my skirt. I shoved my hair up in a bun. Tom looked behind before he hit the water. I was standing, arms crossed, pouty face on like a child. "Come on baby!" He shouted. I shook my head. Then he ran towards me. "NO!" I ran away from him as best as I could in the sand. But he caught up and grabbed me. He fung me over his shoulder in a fireman's lift and started heading for the water. "Tom my ass is on show!" I shouted, trying to cover it with my hands. "My boobs are falling out, no! TOM!" I squealed as Tom entered the water and flung me in. I came back up for breath. "Tom!" I splashed him and laughed. "No splashing!" He laughed. "I can splash if I want to Mr Holland." I raised my eyebrows. "You think so?" He asked as he swam up to me. I nodded. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me so my legs wrapped around his torso. My hands trailed up his muscular back and I tickled his neck with my long nails until I got to his wet hair and I tugged and massaged his curls. "We haven't had sex in three months, 2 weeks and 5 days." I said. "You've been counting, huh?" He nuzzled his face into my neck and started kissing and nipping it. "I wanted to wait until I could walk again and, oh would you look at that! I can!" I said as he kept kissing me. "Well as much as you're hard to resist. I'm not making love to you in the ocean, darling." He said in a low tone. "Making love? I don't think we make love." I laughed. "Of course we do!" Tom said. "Tom, no one says 'call me daddy' when making love." I tilted my head. He smiled. "I guess not." "But, we can make love for real tonight...on a yacht." He kissed me in between words. "That sounds good." I giggled. We swam for a bit and then Tom decided he was too cold so he walked out. I stayed for longer, floating on my back, listening to the waves and forgetting everything. I was in heaven. I was taken out of my trance when I realised how far out I was. "Oops." I started to swim back until I could stand. I walked out of the water gradually but Tom told me to stop. He brought out his phone. "Run like Yasmine Bleath!" He shouted. I laughed. Here we go. Baywatch style. I walked for a bit then stopped and took my hair out the bun. I flipped my hair back like Ariel and Tom and the boys clapped. I started running in slow motion, flipping my wet hair and pouting my lips. I nearly got to our spot then Tom shouted, "Do a trick!" I thought about it. "You ready?" I asked. He nodded eagerly. I did a run up and did a cartwheel into a bridge and then got back up and raise my arms like a gymnast. "WOOOOO!" He shouted and him and the boys clapped. "THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND!" He shouted and ran up to me. He lifted me off my feet and carried me honeymoon style back to our towels where he gently laid me down. "I love you." He said. "I love you more." I smiled and he sat down next to me.
