Forget Me Not

Welcome To Paradise

warnings: a little smutty

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"That was..." You cleared your throat while sitting up, eyes wide as you watched Tom lap and suck at his fingers.

"Delicious?" Tom grinned, stepping out of the car while you were speechless.

"I was going to say, fast!" You scrambled to unbuckle and get out of the car, nearly smacking your head against the low door.

"I'm efficient, it's what I do," Tom remarked, placing a hand firmly on your lower back.

"Have to do a whole lot more than be efficient for a place like this." You looked up at the huge mansion in front of you lit by Victorian style lights, a sweeping front driveway adorned with flowers, that made your heart swell.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're very perceptive?" Tom chuckled, guiding you up the wide staircase.

"All of my teachers and friends, very begrudgingly."

"Mhm, guess I'll just have to get used to you," he said, entering a code with his back to you at the front door.

You couldn't help the way your body reacted to the statement, your heart beating a tad bit faster, your pupils widening. He wanted to get used to you.

Unaware if it was pure adrenaline or because nobody had sparked your interest quite like him, you pushed aside your fear about the person you thought he was in an attempt to find out who Tom actually was.

You weren't surprised at the minimal decoration inside the house. For someone who runs a mob, you're sure he doesn't have time for interior decorating.

A single rose inside a vodka bottle made you stop in your tracks, you ran your fingertips along the dark oak table it sat upon.

Tom laughed, plucking the rose out of the bottle. "Scarlett, one of my people, hooked up with some girl at a bar who keeps sending her flowers. She saves one a week and puts it in this. She's quite dramatic."

"You have a lot of people?" You asked, looking around the first floor for someone to pop out of one of the half a dozen doors lining the hallway.

Tom shrugged, twirling the rose in his hands a few times before setting it back in the bottle. "Only as many as I need to do my work. Anyway, our conference room is here, it's pretty boring if I'm honest."

Tom opened the door anyway, showing you a large room with bookshelves lining the walls, filled with older books that looked like they haven't been touched in quite some time. Typical of a conference room, there was a large table bare of anything with a dozen chairs sat in the center of the room.

"Your job doesn't sound like the boring type," you mused, following him across the hall to another door.

"Definitely not. But I hate bossing people around, so when I'm stuck in there giving orders..."

"So you decided to become a mob boss?" You asked lightly, hoping you weren't touching a nerve.

He shrugged. "Just doing what's expected of me. Since my dad... anyway, this is the wine cellar. So if you've got a taste for expensive Cabernet, we can check it out sometime."

You noted the locked door, wondering just how expensive the wine down there could be.

"And here, here's my favorite room," Tom said, opening the door to a dimly lit room, old arcade games against the back wall, a foosball table against one side with a pool table in the middle of the room.

Tom watched intently as you surveyed the room, taking in as much detail as you could. It seemed out of place in the older style home. The walls were painted a light red and a few neon signs made it feel like you were in some dive bar closer to your actual flat. Board games stacked in the corner reminded you of your childhood at your family's lake house, hours of scrabble with your mum... Brushing aside that memory, you smirked at the bar, a few different types of beer on tap. He has to keep his people happy somehow. You saw bits and pieces of Tom that you were dying to know more about.