CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 14
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: Hello readers! Thank you for reading this fic and giving me lovely feedback. I would love to hear what you think about this chapter.
Once we boarded off the ship and landed on solid ground, I felt momentarily better that I was somewhere where I was comfortable the most. My legs felt like jelly as I stumbled across the pebbled path towards the limo parked in front of us, waiting for our arrival. He had told me I needed to see a doctor as soon as possible in his cold hard voice that always managed to pin me in place. I had agreed, offering it was the best solution to our predicament. Tom easily slipped by me with his long purposeful strides, pulling open the door for me so I could step in. Sliding into the warm buttery soft seats of the couches that lined in the interior of the limo, he followed suit and shut the door. His hands were already glued to his device in his hands, fingers rapidly tapping on the touch keys, shooting off messages and emails faster. The limo merged smoothly onto traffic, winding down the various hills and roads that led us back into the heart of the city. I kept my eyes trained on the majestic view outside of my window where the sun was already midway high in the sky, turning the light it radiated to be a golden orange. Although the sight was mesmerizing, my mind was a thousand miles away as I sat here in silence. I stole a quick glance over my shoulder at him, seeing that he was still attached to his phone. I felt my breath catch in my throat when I remembered I had lost my virginity to him. I gave up what I had been guarding my entire life to a man that threw insults towards me as easily as sending off text messages like he currently was doing. A man who didn’t like to cuddle or show any trace of emotion on his face whenever someone talked to him. A man who probably fucked so many times, he lost count and couldn’t care less. And yet, here I was, still sitting in the limo, perfectly okay with it because he made me feel…alive. Maybe it was because I never lived out all my fantasies until I met him that day at the movie theatre. First, we had happily anger fucked on a boat sailing to God only knows where and then we finished the wonderful trip by fucking in the shower, getting hot and slippery underneath the powerful jets of water. Or maybe it was because he had a way of looking at me that made me like I was the only person he cared about in his world. His eyes would only focus on me, directing his full attention and ignoring the outside world. His gazes always stopped me in place, awakening the butterflies in my stomach to start fluttering and stealing the breath in my lungs. I never felt this way before about a man and that thrilled me to no end.
The limo slowed down to a halt at that moment, jolting me out of my seat a bit causing me to remember we were not in the safe zone any longer. We had unprotected sex. We were already sorting out options to prevent the unthinkable and moved on like it was no longer a big deal but the nagging feeling inside me told me he was not. I stole another quick glance over my shoulder, studying his perfect features. His blond hair had grown out, threatening to topple over and block his view. His nose was sharp and straight, perfect to run a finger down the slope to tease and taunt. His eyes were still trained on the glowing screen in his hands, tapping and occasionally scrolling as he looked over the extensively long wordy emails. I could see his long eyelashes almost touching his pale cheekbones. The word handsome would do him no justice.
“You’re staring.” Tom said gruffly, eyes still focused on the email he was rapidly producing. His fingers ran over the keys in rapid fire. “Why are you staring?”
“Because you’re beautiful.” I sighed. I immediately slapped a hand on my mouth, hoping he hadn’t heard me blurt out one of my confessions. There was no such thing as luck when I saw one corner of his lips tug up into a lopsided grin. His eyes were still on the screen but I could tell if I looked into his eyes right now, they would flicker with amusement.
Tom clicked off his phone, slipping the sleek device back into his inside breast pocket and turned his attention towards me. He hooked a finger underneath my chin, forcing me to look into those moonstone eyes. “I can say the same about you.”
I opened and closed my mouth for a response, anything would do but my brain had none of it. Every time I tried to speak or to apologize for my bluntness, nothing would come out and I ended up flushing a deeper red on my cheeks.
“You’re thinking about something.” He moved onto a different topic carelessly. His voice drawled as if he was bored but I knew him well enough that he was interested in whatever I had to say just then.
“Not much.” I finally answered, finding my lost voice in the last second. I shook my head, releasing myself from his grasp on my chin and scooted a little bit further away from him. His overbearing scent and proximity always managed to make me dizzy with desire and lust, stopping all processes of logical thinking inside my head. And besides, how exactly was I going to tell him that I’ve been just thinking about losing my virginity and the recklessness of all that was happening between us? I barely knew the man and I had sex with him. The only things I knew about him was that he was successful, fiercely intelligent and wealthy. I knew nothing about his personal life as he never mentions it and always manages to skirt himself away from those topics as skilfully played like he does in closing deals. Sure, there were many people out there who think sex is wonderfully common activity between individuals who are attracted to each other. Some prefer one night stands with strangers. But I always adamantly believed I needed a strong connection—a bond—with them in order to completely give myself to them fully, to be intimate.
“You’re lying.” Tom fixed me with a steady gaze, searching my face for any hints to what I was feeling. It was moments like these that made me feel completely naked even if I was fully dressed. “Are you worried?”
“No.” I answered a little too quickly. In truth, I was worried. I didn’t want to have a child at this time and I knew we had options that could quickly fix this problem but it was one of those things that sort of ate away on the inside until it was actually fixed.
“We’ll be in the city in no less than ten minutes.” He sighed heavily, exhaling a deep breath. “You may take the rest of the day off.”
“I can work.” I sat up straighter, eagerly looking into his eyes to prove to him I was perfectly stable—mentally and physically.
“I prefer it if you don’t.” Tom ran a finger lightly across his lips, unknowingly making me want to lean over and suck on them. “And besides, it wasn’t a suggestion, it was an order.”
I sat back in my seat, feeling slightly more nauseated than a few minutes ago when we were sitting in silence. I knew he was glad that I hadn’t terminated our relationship when he gave me the chance but did I have the creeping feeling that he was pushing me further and further away.
The limo stopped again, this time parking alongside a street surrounded by unfamiliar tall skyscrapers near the downtown core. I gawked my head up to see the endless towers of grey steel, metal bars, and panels of glass, not paying attention to Tom who was unbuckling his seatbelt and readying himself to leave. Turning around, I saw that one foot was already out the door.
“You’re not going to come with me?” I asked, hearing my shaky voice in the air. I hated the way I sounded just then. I sounded like a kindergartener who wouldn’t let go of her mommy’s hand on the first day of school.
Goodness, get a grip, Amelia.
“I have several meetings to attend to.” He said before fully stepping out of the car. “I’ll text you.” Was all he said before slamming the door shut and stalking off to the entrance doors to the building the limo had stopped in front of.
I couldn’t help my chin from wobbling when the limo merged back onto another busy street.
I was curled up in ball on my couch, a blanket covering my small body and a cup of tea in one hand that barely did anything to soothe my nerves. He had texted a half hour ago.
Is it done?
If I hadn’t known any better it would have sounded like we partnered up on killing a guy and dumping the body somewhere. I chuckled lightly to myself at my silly thoughts, the first time today that I ever laughed and was immediately hit with another pang of sadness. It was terrifying when I stepped into the clinic that smelled like bleach. The smell had burned my nostrils every time I inhaled a deep calming breath. I was the only one sitting there in the waiting room after John dropped me off, waiting for the doctor to beckon me into her room. Once I was inside the small room, she had asked me a series of questions pertaining to my health and my sexual history. She seemed pleasant enough, always smiling and nodding her head at everything I said. But I could sense the coldness in her eyes like she’s heard all of this before. And in truth, she probably did considering a part of her job was to clean up the messes of other people’s lives. After our discussion, she had placed the morning after pill in the palm of my hand, handing me a cup of icy water as well. I had slipped it into my mouth and drank the water, numb to how I was feeling. The phone had beeped, lighting the darkened room with its signature pale glow, startling me out from my reading haze. I had leaped across the table, diving for my phone to read any comforting words he might have written for me but the blunt message only released the burning emotions that bubbled underneath my skin. I was hurt. I was angry. I knew he was busy with the million other things going on in his life but he could gave me a call instead of texting. I threw my book down onto the floor and placed my cup on the table next to me, tea sloshing over the rim and onto my hand. I was about to storm upstairs and take the longest bubble bath ever when the doorbell chimed, stopping me in the hallway.
Who could it be?
Slowly, I edged my way towards the door, holding my breath and peaked into the peephole to see who could be possibly visiting me at this hour. Whoever it was had bent his blond curly head down to shield in his face but I could recognize his bed of golden lock any day. Unlocking the door, I placed a hand on my hips and narrowed my gaze.
“What do you want?” I asked sharply, celebrating a little inside me when I saw him wince at the tone of my voice.
“I was just…checking.” Tom licked his lips, shoving his hands in his coat pockets. I never see him like this. He looked so much younger. So much more vulnerable.
“I told you it was done.” I tried closing my door but he put his foot down, preventing me to slam it in his face.
“Can we talk?” He asked.
“Why don’t you text me?” I tried shoving harder but he was far too strong. Giving up, I blinked back the tears that surfaced on the corners of my eyes. “What could you possibly want to say?” I choked out, voice trembling.