Socialite Tom showing of his girl at a party and bragging about her, just fluff about how proud he is to have her, maybe with an add in of she's not from the socialite world per se
I am a sucker for socialite!/Rich!Tom
There was something about the way you conquered the banquet floor that amazed Tom. It was the way you walked so confidently, hips swaying elegantly with your head held high above the others. You bantered with the richest of rich, diplomats, celebrities, and the usual royalty like you was born to do so. This, however, was not the case, and maybe that’s why Tom thought so highly of you now.
“I’m going to entertain the guests,” You muse with a soft kiss to his cheek.
“I’ll meet with you in a minute Darling,” He responds.
Tom watches you march over to the group of strangers that Harrison was speaking business too like you owned the damn company. It was not only impressive but extremely sexy to see you put these grown men in their places, while also keeping them completely entranced by your charisma. It was strange to think that a year ago this was all new to you. The mere thought of your first Gala was a complete one-eighty turnaround.
You were meek, hiding behind Tom the whole night, barely speaking to even Harrison. Tom was protective over you of course, but he wished to see you hold your own for once. Yet, as the months passed by and more and more events came and gone, you were now the Belle of the Ball.
“Your lady is something else,” Someone says behind him.
Tom turns to see one of his old boarding school buddies, Grant Hoffman, chuckling.
“Yeah, she’s really amazing,” Tom agrees.
“I’m being serious here,” Grant holds his glass up in your direction. “She’s the talk of the party. You found yourself a good one,”
Tom hides his beaming smile behind the glass of champagne pressed to his lips.
“I know, she’s the greatest person I’ve ever met,” Tom laughs under his breath. “Funny to think I use to have to drag her to these things, now she’s the one dragging me. Not only is she the most beautiful woman here, but God she can make anyone laugh,”
Tom stops himself before he goes mushy over you. It was a topic he could talk endlessly about for hours. The way you controlled a room was not only his biggest turn on but his greatest accomplishment. Not that he had any hand in your metamorphosis, but he was proud to be there by your side through it all. Tom rejoiced in the fact that he saw you transform into a woman of confidence and self-respect. You already had the beauty, wit, and brains, all you needed was the force to push you into the spotlight. Which Tom took little credit for.
“No need to brag,” Grant points again over at you. “You’re a lucky one Holland,”
Tom smiles at Grant then looks back to you so he could join the festivities. He walks behind you, resting his arm around your hips and bringing you in close. Tom kisses the top of your head, a very timid sense of affection.
“What was that for?” You pose with a drink dancing at your lips.
“I’m just so lucky to have you,”
