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August 2014
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Tall, Dark and Handsome: Chapter 22

TITLE: Tall, Dark and Handsome

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 22

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: As promised, I have the new chapter up before I head off to Vegas. I’ll be gone for a whole week but I’ll miss you guys a lot. Please tell me what you think about this chapter. I do apologize for any errors and for the briefness of this chapter because I am pressing on time before I have to leave for the airport. Yeah. That’s pretty much it. Love you.

Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 |Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 |  Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | chapter 12 | Chapter 13  | Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16  | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 |Chapter 21 

I stared up at him and felt myself step backwards. Even the distance between us was not far enough for me to feel comfortable underneath his heated gaze. He looked livid. Finally, for what seemed to be an eternity, he blinked and stepped out of view, withdrawing back into the meeting room. I clutched the handles of my purse tighter, fighting back the tears pressing behind my eyes. I must not cry in public. I must not cry in public. I repeated to myself in my head.

“Something tells me that I’ll talk to you soon.” And with that, the black car parked beside me drove off, slipping into late afternoon traffic seamlessly, leaving me alone standing on the road.

I’ll explain everything. I’ll explain what happened and he’ll understand. I reasoned with myself as I walked down the street, eyes trained on the Starbucks in front of me. I was beyond grateful when I saw that the baristas behind the shiny counter were working diligently, pouring drinks and fulfilling orders as more and more customers filed in. With two steaming lattes in hand, I quickly walked back towards the daunting building and prayed silently that the meeting had gone well and his temper wasn’t as bad as before I left. But by the time the elevator doors opened, I felt the tiny hairs on the back of my neck rise when I spotted everyone with their heads down, an unsettling feeling lingering in the massive office space. The empty meeting room confirmed the worst of my fears.

“Do you know where Mr. Hiddleston is?” I asked a petite brunette dressed in a hideous red skirt and baggy blouse that was passing by. I saw her flinch at the sound of his name.

“He’s upstairs.” She answered quietly. “He stormed off as soon as Mr. Kensington left.”

He stormed off? “Do you know what happened in the end with the meeting?” I pressed on. Why was everyone so nervous and edgy?

“Mr. Kensington decided to pull out.” She said, voice shaking. “Sorry, but I have to go back to work.” The brunette quickly walked away, not answering any more of my questions, returning back to her cubicle.

Mr. Kensington decided to pull out. Her voice repeated inside my head and then a familiar crisp toned voice followed. What happens when they pull out? Then we’re in deep trenches, maggot.

Dropping the lattes into the trash can nearest to me, I practically ran down to the bank of elevators, pressing the button to our floor. I ran a hand through my hair, refusing to believe that everything was falling apart in a matter of hours. This was all proving to be more than I could mentally handle. First, I learned that his mother had an affair with one of his mates from school and then nearly robbed a poor man through a divorce. And because of stubbornness, enemies are now forming at his door and tearing down his expansive empire. And on top of all that, I was finding myself to be another one of problems on his already extensive list of problems. I could only imagine how he was feeling right now. My heart ached at the thought of him worried that his company was going down. When the elevator cart finally arrived, I ignored the ringing phone on my desk, making a beeline towards his office. I didn’t bother to knock on his door but instead barge in, wanting nothing more than to see how he was reacting to all this. Breathless and a little bit sweaty, I was muddled with confusion and disappointment at the sight of another empty room. His office was tidy and as immaculate as ever. Not a misplaced piece of paper anywhere near his desk and his windows that displayed the beautiful sights of the city gleamed and shined like it was just washed recently. Slowly approaching his desk, I frowned as there was no clue to where he had gone to. Where could he have gone?

By five o’clock, I had finally decided to throw in the towel. I wasn’t anywhere near being as productive as I used to be. Every time I drafted an email response to a client, the sentences would come out incoherent and sounding like I was a fifth grader. I sighed deeply in my seat as I looked on at the bank of elevators in front of my desk, wondering when he would come back. He hadn’t bothered to leave me a message and nor did he turn on his phone. When I called John to ask if he knew where his arrogant stubborn boss was, John had only grunted that he had took his car out of the garage after returning home via taxi and drove off without a word. I was feeling slightly nauseous as possibilities of what could have happened to him during these hours ran through my mind. I knew he had a need for speed whenever he drove. Could he have gone into an accident? Could he have crashed somewhere with no one near him and therefore, no one to save him?

“Stop it.” I sat up in my chair, grabbing my purse, and riffled through it for hair tie. Gathering up my hair into a ponytail, I got off my chair with new positive energy flowing through me. “He’s a grown man. He knows how to take care of himself. Heck, he’s cautious as ever! For God sake’s, he reprimanded you to look both ways when crossing the street last time he caught you outside of the office and you hadn’t bothered to look up from your phone.” I said to myself, remembering back to last week when I was stopped on the street by the blaring sounds of a car horn. I had looked up from my phone to see his icy blue glare fixed on me. His jaw was locked and his knuckles were white as he clutched onto the steering wheel. Later that work day, he had reprimanded me for being careless and clueless when I was outside, claiming I was one day going to get killed for my foolishness.  

And yet, I still checked my phone every hour on the hour. Even in the car ride home where John had promptly ignored me and drove me home, leaving me alone once again to my wandering thoughts. I moved like a zombie through my nightly routine, cooking a lovely microwavable dinner and a cup of tea. I showered, brushed my teeth, and combed through my hair all in a daze. When my head finally hit the pillow, I found myself unable to sleep. I stared up at the ceiling, counting sheep. My phone chimed at that moment. Heart racing, I leapt for my phone and snatched it off the table beside me, excited beyond reason that it could be him.

Are you home? – T

Yes. I texted back promptly.

I waited. The glow of my phone screen burned my eyes as I continued to stare at it, willing for another message from him.

Can I come over?

Yes. I heard the blood roar through my ears. He’s safe! He’s coming! I thrashed excitedly in my bed, tangling the sheets surrounding my body some more.

I’ll be there in three. – T

Okay.

I heard the gentle purr of his car engine first. The gravel underneath his tires crunched as he drove into my driveway, parking swiftly in the night. I threw open the door, meeting him in front of my doorway, his hand midway up to knock. His eyes grew darker at the sight of me causing me to remember that he saw me and Scott together and he was still angry. Jaw clenched, eyes hooded, he lowered his hand and slipped it into his trouser pockets.

“What did I tell you about safety?” Tom asked quietly but sternly.

“Um, to look both ways when I cross the street?” I answered, more of a question than an answer. I shrugged my shoulders, smiling. His frown deepened.

“Amelia, when are you going to understand that this world isn’t as safe as you make it out to be.” He said through gritted teeth, stepping past me into my house. He pulled me in further and then closed the door shut, locking it in one swift motion. “There are bad people out there. People who want to harm young naïve girls like you who don’t check who is ringing their doorbells before they open their doors.”

“I knew it was you.” I said quietly, pulling the sleeve of my shirt nervously. “I heard your car—.”

“Could have been anyone.” Tom cut me off. “I’m not always going to be there when you’re in trouble.”

“I know…” I mumbled, feeling like a child all of a sudden. “Are you angry?”

The question must have caught him off guard because he flinched and his breath hitched in his throat.

“Angry at what?” He asked slowly. “Angry at you for not listening to my advice…or angry for some other reason…”

I looked up from my hands and into his eyes. Even with darkness fully surrounded us, I could still see the gleam in his moonstone eyes. I held my breath. “The second option.”

Tom’s eyes searched my face and then he shut them tightly and gulped. “Come now.” He extended his hand out for me to take. Not asking any questions, I took his hand and followed him as he climbed the stairs up towards my bedroom. I don’t know how he knew where exactly it was but he pushed open the door and led me to my unmade bed. From the corner of my eyes, I could see him quickly observe his surroundings, lingering longer on the photos of my best friends and I that was hung up on my walls and the bouquet of dried up roses in the vase on my desk. Whatever question he had about the roses was dismissed for a later time when he lowered his mouth and kissed me, slowly, lovingly, passionately. I melted in his arms as he held me, pressing me closer to the warmth of his body. He smelt tasted like fresh mint and smelled like pine trees. I wondered where he could have possibly went to during his time of disappearance to have such a glorious scent linger on him like this. Without me even noticing, I was lowered onto my bed with him hovering over me, kissing me delicately everywhere. His fingers skimmed the edges of my night, pulling up the thin cotton fabric up to expose my tummy and bare breasts. The shirt was tugged off and then came my boxer shorts.

“You’re so beautiful…” He kissed collarbone, skimming his lips on my flesh, lighting every nerve in its wake. His clothes hit the floor with a soft thump. I caressed his head in my hands, wanting him to never stop what he was doing. Sliding my panties down past my knees, he spread opens my legs and kneeled between them, gently stroking up and down on my slick folds with his erected cock. “But you did make me very angry at you today…” His words sent shivers down my spine. I whimpered loudly when he pushed in, filling me completely. My finger nails dug deeper into his shoulder blades as he slowly withdrew in and out, fucking me quicker and quicker with every thrust of his hips. He was rougher than ever before. “When I saw you with Scott, I almost blew up right there in front of Kensington.” He continued to fuck me, talking in raspy tones. “I wanted to go down and punch Mackenzie right in the God damn face for ever coming near you…”

“Tom…” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist, taking him deeper inside me. I could feel myself clutch onto him tighter. He was so thick and big inside me.

“You’re mine.” He said through clenched teeth. I felt his cock twitch inside me as I came closer and closer to my impending orgasm. “You’re mine, do you hear that?”

“Yes, I’m yours.” I said breathlessly and with that, I came undone along with him. Spilling his seed deep within in me, I held him in my arms as we both caught our breaths. I was slowly drifting into unconsciousness when he got off of me but quickly drew me back into his arms against his chest.

“I thought I lost you to him…” I heard him say before I fell asleep.  

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    okay, I am reblogging this because I want to find it later and read chapters a little at a time, because this is...
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    I’ll tell you what I think of your first paragraph: This is my nightly dream before falling asleep! Beautifully written,...
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    Well done! Sleepy but i cant stop reading
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    Please tag me in next chapters… Loving your story!
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