Note: Hey guys! I understand some of you were a bit bothered about the part in chapter 7 that says poor people don't always have the time to fuss about tidying up. I obviously didn't mean to sound classist and imply that poor people are dirty slobs that never clean up. I'm simply drawing from my own experiences; my parents worked long hours and making our house look neat and tidy wasn't always the top priority (paying the bills and keeping food on the table was). In the film, the Unwin residence looks pretty messy, so I just wanted to somehow justify it idk. The Mortons ie. rich folks can obvs hire an army of cleaning ladies to keep their house tidy.

Anyway, thx once again for the lovely reviews and enjoy ch. 10!

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Eggsy walked out of his mother's flat with an exasperated look on his face. He'd finally gotten some time off and was able to visit his family for a couple of hours. It was Wednesday afternoon and Miss Morton was busy planning her party at The Vatican, so she'd insisted Eggsy visit his mum and little sister. He had given in eventually; Roxy would be safe in her godfather's company. Eggsy appreciated the opportunity to see his family and spend some more time with them, but the visit hadn't exactly gone the way he'd hoped. He had tried to have a proper conversation about money with his mum and convince her to move with Daisy to a better house in west London. After all, he was making good money now and they could afford a better place. Daisy could go to a proper primary school; with smaller classroom-sizes and qualified teachers and iPads and all that modern stuff. There was even this bilingual-school she could go to and learn French.

''Oh, Eggsy, I just don't think it's a good idea right now'' Michelle eyed him worriedly as she folded the clean laundry on the couch.

Eggsy frowned ''Why not? Mum, I don't want Daisy to grow up in this dump and I'm sure you don't want that either'' He put down his tea mug on the coffee table in front of him.

MItchelle sighed ''No, Eggsy, I don't want her to grow up in this 'dump', but you've barely been working for a couple of months. Let's not be hasty. We'll save up some more money and then we can talk''

Eggsy leaned back on the couch and rubbed his temples ''Yeah, okay fine''

Michelle tried to divert the conversation ''How is your 'friend' by the way? Has the ex-boyfriend given you any more trouble?''

Eggsy found it amusing that his mum really thought he and Roxy were together ''Nah, he realized he didn't deserve her and backed off''

Michelle laughed ''Well that's good. How are you two doing then?''

Eggsy sighed ''We're fine mum, everything's good'' His expression turned serious as he stared at the coffee table in front of him.

Eggsy had spent the past few days thinking a lot about Roxy, or rather, thinking about how much he shouldn't be thinking about her. When he first started working for the Morton family, he had no doubts he'd be able to keep his attraction towards her in check. She was pretty, of course she was, and funny, and clever. Just like so many other girls, right? Nothing special about that. Yet here he was, over a month later, constantly thinking about her; her captivating green eyes, her soft cheeks, her rosy lips, the curve of her hips, her small, round breasts and how his hands would perfectly fit around them. While doing rounds in the yard outside the mansion (which was boring as hell) Eggsy would find himself thinking about how he would kiss her, what her lips would taste like, how he'd bury his hands in those luscious brown locks and caress the curve of her spine. He would immediately catch himself and push those thoughts aside; Miss Morton was off limits, how many times did he have to remind himself? And yet...the electricity he'd felt between them at the club was real, right? The way she'd looked at him, the way she'd squeezed his arm, her laughter, her eyes...

Eggsy laughed at himself. What a fool; did he really think a posh girl would fall for him? And even if she did, how long would she keep him around before she realized he was just some street rat that could never offer her anything? No money, no royal titles, no fancy sports cars or week-ends in the countryside, no trips to the Seychelles or Ibiza. Roxy deserved someone who could offer her all that and more. Eggsy remembered the army of young, rich bachelors that had circled her at her birthday party, all waiting for their turn to speak to her, to shower her with expensive gifts. They would come to visit her all the time too, with some pretext or another, wanting to invite her to a ball or a trip on their yacht or whatever. Eggsy would always feel a pang of jealousy, wishing he could be that guy, the guy to win over the girl.

As he walked down his old neighborhood, lost in thought, he suddenly heard a familiar voice call out from one of the balconies above.

''Well hey there luv, haven't seen ya in a while'' A blonde girl with tattooed arms smiled at him seductively.

Eggsy flashed her his standard, charming grin ''Didn't know you'd missed me'' He knew her, they've hooked up a couple of times in the past. She was the local tattoo artist who lived a couple of flats under his mum's. The girl had always been nice to Eggsy and she had a gritty sense of humour that he found hard to resist. They chatted for a minute before the girl invited him to come up to her flat.

To his surprise, Eggsy turned her down, something he'd never done in his life ''Sorry luv, gotta get back to work''

She gave him a disappointed look but nodded understandingly.

Before he could resume his walk she called out ''Hey...''

Eggsy turned to look at her.

''I'm glad you got out. Seriously. This place is a dump''

Eggsy smiled at her ''Tell your boyfriend I said hi''

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Roxy was busy planning the event of the century. She had already discussed the decorations and the food with the manager of The Vatican. The only thing she had to do now was let him now how many people were coming so he'd have all the catering ready. Roxy sat down in The Vatican's lobby and started making a list of the people she really wanted to invite; closest friends, some people from her uni, a couple of her cousins... That made 11 people.

Roxy frowned. 11 people? That didn't make for much of a party, did it? How was she supposed to organize the 'event of the century' for such a small group? The top floor of The Vatican alone could host at least a 100 people. Roxy leaned back in her chair. She didn't have too many friends, did she? She felt a pang sadness in her chest. She'd been shy as a child, and had only made a handful of friends in middle school. Her parents had wished her to make friends with the children of some of the most influential people in London, and from an early age they would often take Roxy to parties and make her socialize with everyone, something which had made her incredibly anxious. She had reacted by withdrawing from social activities as much as possible, making up excuses whenever her parents wanted to take her somewhere. She would lock herself in her father's library and read for hours, lost to the world. Tired of arguing with her, her parents had eventually given in and let her stay at home. Roxy had eventually grown out of her reclusiveness, and these day she had no problems socializing and making small talk with people at her parents' dinner parties. Still, she would often feel lonely, not quite sure what her place was in this world of wealth, power, and great expectations.

Roxy though of her newest friend, Eggsy. Of course, he would be at the party too. That made 12 people. She'd been so busy the past few days she'd barely had time to see him, let alone have a discussion with him about what had happened at the rave. Lancelot had retrieved the car, the remote still in the back seat. Roxy had sighed in relief; it would have given the Americans the power to disable the whole alarm system of the Mansion. Either way, her father had already changed the codes, so the remote would not have worked anyway. Eggsy had returned the remote to Mr. Morton's office first thing on Monday, saying he'd forgotten to give it back after a round in the yard. His explanation made no one raise and eyebrow, so the matter was forgotten.

Roxy's eyes turned to look at the last name she'd just scribbled on the guest list. Eggsy. Roxy still hadn't quite figured out how she felt about him. Every time she tried to examine her feelings her godfather's warning resonated in her ears. Was it really wise to get involved with a bodyguard? Even if said bodyguard was incredibly charming, funny, and had the face and body of a Greek god...

Roxy snapped herself out of her train of thought. Her father would certainly kill him, her mother too probably. They didn't mind the lower classes working for them, but actually having one of them court their daughter? Not in a million years. Sure, Princess Stéphanie of Monaco had married her bodyguard and gotten away with it, but Roxy wasn't a princess, and she didn't have enough courage to stand up to her family anyway.

In any case, was it just physical attraction? Because if so, was it really worth it? She didn't want to toy with him. If indeed her feelings towards the handsome bodyguard were pure lust, then the remedy would certainly be to invite some of the cute bachelors she'd met at her birthday party. Surely one of them could satisfy her longings just fine. No need to put Eggsy's job (or life) in jeopardy. Yes, that was the smart, rational move.

Scribbling down some more names in her notebook, Roxy almost didn't notice when Eggsy walked into the lobby. He had insisted on picking her up after she'd finished talking with the manager so they could drive home together. Roxy raised her hand to wave at him, and as soon as he saw her he flashed her that radiant smile that made her stomach muscles tighten.

''All ready for the big day?'' He curiously eyed the notebook on the table in front of her.

Roxy closed the notebook, embarrassed ''Yeah, almost'' She now had a 'grand' total of 17 guests, no less.

''Let's get going then'' He winked at her, causing Roxy to snort and throw a piece of paper at him.

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They walked down The Vatican's parking lot towards Roxy's brand new audi (the one that had replaced the original). Roxy kept looking at Eggsy from the corner of her eye.

''Eggsy...'' She hesitated.

''Yeah?''

''Would you like to invite some of your friends to the party?''

Eggsy's eyes widened as he turned to look at her, surprised by her offer ''Seriously? You want me to bring some of my friends?''

''Yeah, I mean, why not. It will be more fun, right? I'm sure you have really cool friends''

Eggsy was quiet for a moment, slightly taken aback ''Um, would it really be okay? I mean, would your dad or Mr. Lancelot mind?''

''It doesn't matter, it's my party. Seriously, invite anyone you like''