The dinner was quite frustrating, as all my attention was pretty focused on the green eyed monster who if possibly asked me to die, I would.

                 Georgia was a little too much busy on her mobile, but am I complaining? My eyes were attached to every moment the curly head girl made, and God was she clumsy.

Though again, am I complaining?

                 The way her cute little arse perked up, every time she bent down to pick the object she had dropped, got me serious blue balls.

                  As finally after torturing me enough she managed to get all the crockery to our table.

                  On serving us our meals, she rushed back inside. And I was left back with my dear soon to be wife, maybe. I was no more clear what I wanted to do, she was taking over my thoughts, her green hypnotizing eyes, made it even more difficult than it already was.

                  Georgia then slowly peeked at me and did something completely unexpected to me, she leaned over kissed my cheek, maybe it were the sullen expressions on my face, that gave her the impression that I needed affection from her, because honestly I didn't.

                  Someone cleared their throat from behind, Oh God no, I saw Georgia, smirking,

God she didn't.

                  “Your Rose wine, ma'am” I heard a shaky yet deep voice from behind me, and I instantly knew who it was.

                  She placed the wine bottle, on the table, smiling at Georgia before turning to me, with a sour expression walking away.

                  I turned to Georgia, giving her the best death glare, before getting up and following the beautiful green eyed beast, my fallen angel with broken wings.

Simply exaggeration, but hey she was hot.

                  I followed behind her, until we reach near the males washroom and pulled her in. She was squirming in my hold and although I shouldn't feel accomplished I felt it.

                  “Oh no, princess it's of no use.” as I pulled her in, I saw two people give me an alert expression.

Show time.

                  “If anyone dares utter any word,” I slowly took out my gun, rubbing it near my temple, “Now, get out everyone, and no one says anything after leaving the door,” I took my angel by her waist, kissing her cheek, as she squirmed in my arms, I then turned to the people, who were still staring at us, “Didn't I tell y'all to get out?” they nodded quickly scurrying out.

                  Once they were out, I turned to the beauty in my arms, “Don't ever turn your back at me, got it?” I almost growled.

                  “Got it?” she mimicked me, dryly, making a silly face.

Wrong move.

                  “You don't show me attitude, Princess, do it once more and you'll regret it.”

                  She rolled her eyes , giving me a bored expression, “My name is Harriette, thank you, now would you move, the position is a bit uncomfortable if you ask me”

Is she testing my limits? Wait that's what good girls do when they interested in bad boys, thank God I have read so many books.

                  She suddenly started moving in my arms, for me to release her.

Fuck it, this is too much.

                  “Stop moving,” I snapped, twisting her hand behind back, trapping her to the sink,“Do you even know who I am? I am”

                  “Shit” someone said from behind us, sounding as if completing my sentence, there stood a man looking baffled, with his trousers collected near his thighs, I smirked and slowly raised my gun pointing at him, then the door.

                  “Get out, and forget this ever happened,” I turned back looking down at Harriette through the mirror, who was trying to control her laughter, then lifted my eyes, making eye contact with the flabbergasted man, “And, honey don't forget to lock the door, while you leave.”

                  The man looks scared beyond words, he wordlessly nodded hurrying out, locking the door, with his pants still clinging to his thighs.

                  “So, Mister Shit, how about you let me go now?” Harriette pushed.

                  “Stop pushing my limits or..” I trailed off unsure.

                  “Or what, Is mister shit gonna punish me for being a bad kitten, huh?” she asked in an innocent voice sending me a mocking smirk through the mirror.

Sounds enticing, hmm.

                  I roughly pushed her face down, onto the sink, raising her skirt, causing her to gasp. Massaging her little ass, I smacked it hard, causing her yelp,“Right, just like that, baby.” I smacked it once again, but instead of yelling, she turned around pushing me, so I was pinned the way I had her before.

                  “Now, isn't this better?” she asked leaning forward, puffing her breath onto my ear. She trailed her hand down to my arse, petting it torturously slowly, “I know who you are, mister Tomlinson, have known you since I was sixteen, been in love with you since I was eighteen, didn't think you were the type to take girls on fancy dates, now was I wrong?”

                  “No baby,” I groaned, as she slapped my ass, hard, “How do you know all this, though? Stalker much?”

                  “You wish so, but no, I'm law student and have been hearing about you since secondary school, you know youngest gangster around and shit” she whispered, trailing her fingers on my neck.

                  “And yet here you are, huh?”

                  “Yeah, you've a nice bum” she smirked through the mirror.

                  “Yeah I know, Nicki Minaj fantasises it, and the Kardashians root for it” I shrugged carelessly, leaving her roll her eyes.

                  “Aren't you just modest?” she asked sounding seemingly annoyed.

                  As she was caught up cursing under her breath I swiftly turned around backing her against the wall, so she was trapped between the wall and my chest. “Now, don't move, okay?” she nodded in response, still adjusting to the position.

                  I thought about all the possible outcomes once, and kissed her, to my own shock she kissed me back, equalling my force, raising one leg wrapping it around my hip, then suddenly flipped us, so I was back against the wall. I gripped her thigh tightly, pulling her to me, while she smirked between the kiss. The kiss was extremely sensual.

Only if I could hold her forever.

                  She pulled apart, eyeing me, as a devilish smile took over her face,“Do you like it, papi?” she chirped wiggling her eyebrows.

                  “Very much so,” I stated before pulling her into another kiss.

                  She again pulled back making me whine.

Yes whine.

                  “Sad, because you gotta go, don't want to keep your fiancé waiting now do we?”

                  “Uh fine, come” I said, holding my hand out for her to take.

                  Harriette suddenly burst out laughing, “How and where?” she laughed, clapping her hands then clutching her stomach.

Wow, that was not even that funny.

                  She continued to laugh as I gave her a bored look, she looked at my expressions, still laughing, however trying to control it.

                  “Now, come on” I called, while shaking my head, as she let out a final giggle behind me. I cautiously opened the door, to find nearly a fifty people staring at it, including the manager, George no Georgia and Shelby from earlier

                  “We were just testing the waters” I said as a matter of fact, causing Harriette to let out another giggle before blushing and looking down.

                  Everyone gave us  a skeptical look while my fiancée just rolled her eyes, muttering something causing people around her to snigger, which seemed like she said ‘That's the most you could come up with?”

Hell yeah bitch, have you ever been in this situation?

                  “Harriette, what you've done is extremely inappropriate, if I see one incident like this, happening, you'll be dismissed” the manager, informed my beauty in a warning tone, to which she nodded, lowering her head before sticking out her tongue and as if that wasn't enough, she further raised her middle finger giving him a bored expression.

                  “I have the video of when you were fucking Miss Harrington, in the cold storage,” a few people ew'ed, while a lady maybe in her late twenties, looked gobsmacked, adding to her embarrassment, Harriette continued, “and unfortunately for you, I do have your wife's number too, so..”

                 
A/N: kill me. And fuck it!

Taylor Hill as George, oops Georgia.