Tall, Dark and Handsome: Chapter 13
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 13
AUTHOR : tomcuddlesfic
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU Tom / Business Man
GENRE: romance / erotica
FIC SUMMARY: Twenty four year old Amelia Hart has never had a boyfriend before. Not wanting to step outside of her comfort zone, she rarely starts conversations with the opposite sex and makes little to no effort in correcting her single status. However, what she did not plan was meeting a man who manages to steal her breath away at every look. A man who does not stop until he gets what he wants. And the one thing he only wants right now just so happens to be her.
RATING FOR THE WHOLE FIC: M
Author’s notes: It hasn’t been a week yet and a new chapter is up! I am excited to say that this fic is written in Tom’s point of view. Many of you were interested in it so here it goes! Thank you for reading and the support! I would love to hear what you think.
I knew I was going to fall hard as soon as I laid eyes on her. She was like a magnet, pulling me towards her with such force I couldn’t stop nor handle. It shouldn’t even be happening. I dated many before her and I’ll be damned sure I’ll date more after her. I’ve bedded more gorgeous models, beautiful celebrities and even a member of royalty and I have never once lost control and done something reckless. But here with her, I just found myself breaking one of the most important rules I set for myself whenever I carried through my rendezvous. Swearing underneath my breath, I gripped tighter onto the stainless steel bars that fenced the entire deck of the ship until my knuckles turned white. How could I have let myself slip? I was always careful! I was in control of every situation. From heated talks in the boardroom to closing deals with the toughest clients, I had control of the situation. Yet with her, I found myself slipping at every possible chance. I found myself doing nothing but thinking about her. Her hair, her smile, the way her eyes lit up at the sight of me, her skin that blushed so quickly I thought it was permanently tinted pink, her…everything. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop. My mind was constantly running a mile a minute, wondering what she was doing. Last week I caught myself in the boardroom talking to one of the financial managers thinking about her eating habits. She had been working nonstop for the past six hours, never once had I ever saw her leave her desk to go to the washroom let alone grab something to eat. I had frowned at the memory of her that morning when she entered to leave me messages left by clients and saw how thin she looked in her skirt and blouse. Before I could reprimand her for eating, she had turned around in her kitten heels and scurried out of my office. I had made a mental note for food to be delivered to the office every lunch and dinner to her. That was when I realized the room had gone silent and all eyes were on me, waiting for me to answer a question they must have asked when I was thinking about gourmet meal plans.
I scrubbed my face, groaning as the ship cut through the clear ocean waters. The morning sun was beautiful today, casting a golden yellow down on the deck, lighting every available surface. I couldn’t even enjoy my favourite sight because my mind quickly travelled back to this morning when I woke up to find her snuggled in my arms, cheek on my chest and a leg over my body. My heart had stopped at the realization of our position. Slowly but carefully, I had pulled away the sheets entangled with our limbs and rolled her gently off my arm so I could escape. With all the women I had slept with in my short years on this planet, my golden rule was to never snuggle or wake up in the morning in the same bed with them. It was too intimate. Intimacy led to feelings and feelings led to someone getting hurt. I don’t do emotions and I sure as hell won’t be the one picking up the pieces when someone does get hurt. I laughed bitterly to myself, shaking my head and looking down at the waves crashing against the ship’s white exterior. After all the sexual positions I’ve been through, I found snuggling to be too intimate?
I was a joke.
One big sad joke.
The sound of her flip flops slapping the deck pricked my ears. Sliding my hands into my pockets, I turned around and scanned her face for what she was feeling. Amelia was the first ever woman who confused me. While I could find out what every woman was thinking from a single glance, Amelia had a guarded face. It was not only until further studying of her whenever she was avoiding my glace was did I begin to understand the outside layers of her. I knew she wasn’t exactly the boldest one in the group but she did have something to say. She had a sarcastic sense of humour that steals the breath out of your lungs if you ever have a chance to talk to her. And she had a poor impression of herself, always thinking there is someone better than her at everything. No matter if it’s brains, looks or personality, she was never the one to boast.
This was exactly the reason I was attracted to her.
I remember the first time I ever laid eyes on her. Amelia stole my breath away every time into the room even if I only had a mere glimpse of her. She was simply a bright light I was attracted to, craving for her even if it meant putting myself in danger of getting hurt. We were at a company dinner hosted in The Dorchester hotel. The ballroom was packed with every employee from London operations, all giggling, all enjoying each other’s company. I had been waiting on the small stage with my best mate and business partner, Simon Baker, sipping on my whiskey and waiting patiently for the dinner to officially begin with a toast from both of us when the doors parted to reveal a slender brunette adorned in a red dress that hugged her body in all the right places. I was immediately drawn to her, eyes following her as she walked around the room, grabbed a drink and eyes immediately growing wide when she spotted someone she knew. Her arms had flung out dramatically, wrapping her presumed friend in a tight hug. All genuine and no fake sweetness I was so accustomed to now. She was simply refreshing. My smile had slipped off my face when someone had knocked a glass of wine on her dress but returned into a small one when she laughed it off, blushing at the mess and excused herself to go to the restrooms to clean it up.
Normally, I would have expected any woman I know to throw a fit right in public or at least make some grand exclamation, drawing unnecessary attention to themselves but she didn’t. She slipped out of the room perfectly, graceful and modest. The lights had already dimmed by the time I saw her leave. Simon had already began cracking his lame jokes, getting the atmosphere to relax when I felt the complete opposite. Who was she? Where is she now? Will she return? I hadn’t seen her for the rest of the night. She was like Cinderella and I was her Prince Charming. I searched the entire ballroom, looking for her smile and her damn sexy as hell dress, coming up short and a bitter taste of defeat in my mouth. So when I saw her at the bar I was meeting one of my clients at on that late Friday evening, I was completely struck. I stood there frozen by the doorway, surveying her. She was the definition of beauty. In her modestly cut dress and those fucking kitten heels that did wonders to her toned mile long legs, I was a goner. My phone had rung in that moment when we looked into each other’s eyes. I wanted to hang up my phone and forget about it but I couldn’t allow myself to do it. I left the bar and finished the call in the back of my SUV, watching the bar doors just in case she left. After my call and a little bit of luck from above, she had left too, opting to walk in the light showers, hair dampening. She was even smiling. Telling John, my driver, to follow her, I embarked on my reckless pursuit to find out who exactly she was.
The cool morning wind blew hair back, pulling away from her face to display those lovely cheekbones and her elegant neck that I couldn’t resist from kissing as she looked at me to say anything. The pang of guilt hit me in the stomach when I realized what I had done only a few minutes ago. I had left her there standing in the shower, properly fucked like some cheap sex toy. I hadn’t even bothered to look back because I was scared I couldn’t control the anger for myself burning inside me, clawing at me from the inside out. Seeing her crestfallen expression on her face as she looked at me with those big brown eyes, I swallowed the hard lump in the back of my throat. Business was business. I had to get it over with.
“I need to discuss a few things with you.” I heard my steady voice, low and rumbling from deep down in my chest. I wanted to punch myself for sounding like an asshole.
Amelia blinked, pausing before she spoke. “Okay.”
“I want to know if you take birth control.” I said slowly, stating my greatest fear of all time. I had lost control by not allowing my brain to have a word before my dick did everything. Only thinking about how her naked body looked in the sheets wrapped around in it, I had entered the steam filled shower, wanting nothing more than to feel her soft wet skin against my flesh.
“I don’t.” Amelia replied quietly, eyes darting to the floor. I wasn’t sure I heard correctly because of the loud roar of blood rushing to my ears. My heart lurched forward in my chest, slamming into my ribs, knocking the very breath out of my lungs. Why hadn’t I been more careful and arranged these matters before we ever agreed on this relationship? I ran hand through my hair, raking at the scalp and closed my eyes to silence the raging war inside my head. It was a complete mess. It was complete bloody fucking mess. A mess I was responsible for and a mess I had to clean up. I couldn’t even fathom the repercussions our actions today. No matter how glorious, how pleasurable or how mind numbly fantastic it was, the consequences was too much for me to bear.
“When we arrive on land, we’re going to have to go to the doctor’s immediately.” I said as calmly as possible but I knew my voice sounded too harsh and crude judging by the small wince she gave. She always had done that. Wincing and casting her eyes down onto the floor, no longer meeting mine as if she was a wounded animal and I was the prey stalking her through the trees. A small part of me chipped away every time I saw the distress I caused her. I don’t know what bloody dark magic she has over me but I’ve never in no way felt protective of someone I fucked before. Not in the same way with Amelia at least. The women I slept with during our engagements were mine. They were not allowed to sleep with others and I was protective of them by stating that they were in fact off limits to any bloke in the room staring at them. But with Amelia, I found myself caring about her physical healthiness as well as being mentally fit.
This was all too much.
Amelia was too much.
I was afraid to ask the question that had been impending on both of us, filling the dead silence shared between us as we looked at each other. “I take full responsibility for what has happened today. You don’t know how much I regret for being careless this morning and I understand if you do not want to continue this relationship anymore.” I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat, surprised at how levelled and calm I sounded to my own ears. Standing there watching her from a few steps away, I found myself searching her face like I always did for an answer, bracing myself for the hardest hit I could take if she said she no longer wanted to continue. A part of me felt stricken and sick at the thought of no longer continuing what we were doing while another told me to man up and be the ruthless man I always was, fucking women day after day, night after night.
“I would like to still continue.” I wasn’t sure if I heard the words correctly over the sound of blood rushing into my ears and the heavy waves of the ocean crashing against the ship, rocking it back and forth. She was merely whispering, hands placed in front of her with her fingers wrung together as if she didn’t know what to do with them. I blinked and shook my head.
“You do?” I ask precariously, stepping forward and closing the short yet way too far of a distance for my liking. My eyes dropped to her pink lips that were soft as the inside of a rose and rose back up her delicate facial features to her wide eyed stare.
“Yes.” Was all she said before I silenced her with my lips on hers and my hand on her cheek, brushing away a tear that managed to escape from her eyes. The blinding fear of what could happen momentarily subsiding.