Tall, Dark, and Handsome: Chapter 24
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 24
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: Wow this chapter was harder to write than I imagined because my sister was standing beside me the entire time. Tell me what you think and lots of love from me!
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“What do you mean…no?” I asked, getting off of him to stand on my feet. I winced when he pushed back in his chair, almost as if he didn’t want to be anywhere near me, already having covered himself up like nothing had happened minutes earlier.
“Amelia, how many times do I have to tell you?” Tom said in a tight strained voice. “I don’t do love. I don’t do feelings. I only fuck.”
Blinking quickly, I furrowed my brows together, confused at what exactly what he was telling me. “What about all those times? All the cuddling? All the worrying about me when I was travelling at night? All those moments where you told me I was different and unlike the other girls? You’re telling me you felt nothing? Nothing for me?” I asked incredulously, hearing my voice rise with every word spoken. How could he think that there was nothing ever between us? Wasn’t his heart beating as fast as mine whenever he looked at me as it did for me when I looked at him?
He fixed me with a measuring gaze. “I think there was a misunderstanding at some point.”
“Bullshit!” I cried, stepping back when he got off his chair to hold me. My eyes blurred from my furious hot tears. “So, you’re saying you never loved me? And I was just another girl opening her legs for you in bed?”
“Why do you have to make things sound so ugly?” Tom replied curtly, eyes narrowing at me. I knew I was making him angry from my accusations. Good. I wanted him angry. I wanted him to feel the blinding pain rippling throughout my body when he turned me down and made me seem like a romantic fool who fell by his feet.
“Me?” I shouted, pointing at myself between my breasts. “I’m the one telling you that I fell for you and you’re the one who’s telling me there was nothing except for-for-for sex! How does that make me any different from those girls you’ve had past relationships with?” I demanded for him to answer through gritted teeth. “Tell me!” I stomped my foot for emphasis, sick and tired of him looking anywhere but me like I was his hideous mistake.
“I don’t know what to say.” He finally answered in a small voice, locking his eyes with mine. For a second there I was taken aback by his eyes brimming with tears and one escaping, running down the hard curvature of his cheekbone. He quickly licked it off as it ran past his mouth as he continued to stare at me. My heart dropped to my stomach at the sight.
I was suddenly tired. I was tired of having to always figure out what he was feeling, following his emotional roller coaster where he was the cold callous man he made himself to be and then bring me into soaring heights of love and affection when he hugged and kissed me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear late at night when he thought I was sleeping. For the first time, I didn’t want to continue down this treacherous path into the unknown. “I don’t think I can do this anymore…” I sighed, stepping back further, putting my hand in front of me to stop him from approaching me any further. I shook my head. “Please, don’t come near me.” I didn’t think I could handle him touch me and hold me like he always did.
It was like he got slapped in the face. “Don’t do this, Amelia.” Tom pleaded, another tear running down his cheek. “Please.”
“I can’t do this.” I shrugged, looking around his office. “You come into my life, make me fall in love with you, only for you to break me.”
“I don’t want to be another notch in your belt.” I choked out through a rising sob in my chest. It felt like I was punched in the gut and had the wind knocked right out of me when I dehumanized myself to that level. “I think I’m going to go now…I need some time to think.” Giving him one last look, I turned around and walked out of his office, fighting back another wave of tears. When I finally entered the elevators alone, I slid down the wall and sat on the floor, finally breaking down and crying for the pain of having someone who didn’t love me as much as I loved him.
“Miss. Hart.” I heard John’s voice as soon as I stepped out of the elevator door. “Mr. Hiddleston asked me to drive you back home.” He looked sheepishly away when he realized I was still crying.
“You don’t have to, John.” I walked past him, hugging myself tighter.
“Please, he insists.” John called from behind me. I looked back over my shoulder to see the pained expression on his face. He’ll probably be reprimanded if he doesn’t do what he’s told. Not wanting to cause him any trouble, I nodded my head, allowing him to walk ahead of me and guide me out and into the car. Sliding into the familiar buttery soft seats, I crumbled again in the back, sobbing harder as John merged onto the street seamlessly. London looked beautiful tonight. Lights from towers and old monuments whizzed past me as we drove down winding streets, flickering and glittering all around us. It would have been perfect if he was by my side, holding my hand, and admitting to how he felt about me. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize the beginning notes of one of my favourite songs softly play through the speakers. Soon, the speakers was blasting away David Myles’s deep voice sang his song, ‘Out of Love’. I almost laughed at the irony of the song playing. He must have made this playlist for me from the songs I played most on my iPod before this whole fiasco happened.
“Miss. Hart? We’re here.” John lowered the volume.
I looked away from the window I was staring blankly through towards the man who looked like he ate nails for breakfast but adopted kittens on weekends. How much did he know happened between Tom and I?
“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” I smiled weakly. “I don’t know if this is the last time I’ll see you but I wanted to thank you for always taking care of me.”
“It’s my job, Miss. Hart.” John nodded professionally. “I know this isn’t any of my business…But Mr. Hiddleston changed a lot—for the better—after meeting you.”
Startled by his statement, I waited quietly for him to continue.
“I never saw him so…happy before.” The driver looked away, thinking. “Sometimes, I catch him from my rear-view mirror smiling to himself after making a phone call with you or how he’s so caring now. He always made sure to brief me of my tasks and duties for the day whenever I was in charge of picking you up and dropping you off. He’s a changed man.”
“Well, that’s very touching.” I admitted grudgingly. “However, he’s obviously not capable of being in a real relationship.”
“Give him time.” John replied softly. “He has a harder time expressing himself but he’s a good man.”
“Thanks, John.” I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “But I think time needs to take its course and I don’t think I can wait.” Without letting him reply, I stepped out of the car, feeling slightly better to know that I wasn’t spending every minute wondering what he was thinking or feeling.
I didn’t bother to stay too long in the office the next day. I had already handed in my resignation letter to human resources as soon as I stepped inside the building, relieved to find out that Tom didn’t show up yet. I still had to finish my week off before I could be finally let go but it shouldn’t be a problem as long as I kept business to business. Printing the documents as requested by Scott, I was waiting patiently by the side of the supply room when he stepped in, red hot with anger and fury.
“What’s this?” Tom spat, holding up a piece of crumpled paper in his hands. I didn’t have to look too closely to know that it was my letter from HR.
“My resignation letter.” I replied calmly, grabbing the documents from the printer and shoving them into a folder.
“So, that’s it? You’re leaving.” He grabbed my elbow, holding me steady in place when I tried to walk around him.
“Let go of me.” I hissed, flinging my arm so he would let go of his tight grasp. “I told you I couldn’t do this anymore! What did you think? I could still work alongside you every day afterwards? Seeing you unaffected by us falling out of whatever we had? Feeling myself slowly die from the aching pain of knowing you never loving me back?”
“Don’t be like this.” Tom closed his eyes tightly. “Don’t be so ruthless.”
“Me?” I laughed bitterly. “I was nothing but a fuck toy for you. I’m sick and tired of the bullshit you put me through and quite frankly, my emotional well-being is done be fucked with by you and your problems.”
He flinched and then his eyes narrowed. “My problems?”
“It’s not a damn secret to know you have problems.” I instantly regretted saying such hurtful things in the heat of the moment. He didn’t even know I knew about his rough past involving his mom and his sworn enemy. “It’s just that you don’t even trust me enough to tell me anything about yourself.” I muttered, stepping around him and walked out of the room. Grabbing my purse, I quickly headed down towards the bank of elevators and made a beeline to the tube station, not bothering to clock in with John for a ride. Public transportation sounded perfect compared to being stuffed in the back seat of a car listening to a playlist he made specifically for me.
When I finally stepped out of the train and onto the streets, I located the tall glass building in front of me with the big sign that said ‘Mackenzie Law Firm’ printed in silver letters.
“Hello.” A cheery blonde headed girl greeted from the front desk. “How may I help you this morning?”
“I have to deliver a document to Mr. Mackenzie.” I replied, bringing out the stuffed folder from my purse.
“Do you have an appointment?” She asked, fingers already rapidly tapping away at the keys. I could already tell she knew I didn’t have one and was about to turn me down in less than a minute.
“Amelia?” I heard his voice from behind me.
“Mr. Mackenzie.” I turned swiftly around and faced him. He looked immaculate as ever in his black perfectly tailored Prada suit and thin signature black tie.
“What brings you here to my humble office?” Scott grinned, walking up towards me.
“I have the files you wanted.” I handed them over to him. “Sorry about the late delivery. Our company seems to be short-handed at the moment.” I added tightly to which he gave me another wicked grin.
“I heard about Kensington Oils leaving you guys.” Scott’s grin spread wider. “How is our boy, Tom, coping?”
“He’s doing well.” I held my head up high. “Your boy is stronger than you think.”
He must have caught my choice in words because he cocked an eyebrow at me. “How about you come to my office and we can talk about it some more?”
“I don’t think there is anything to talk about.” I replied calmly. The last thing I wanted to do was confide in my ex-lover’s enemy about our relationship status.
“I have a few more questions about the files anyways.” Scott shrugged. “It won’t be longer than two rounds around the block.” His eyes flickered with amusement when I caught on to our little inside joke.
“No more than ten minutes.” I confirmed, following him into the elevators.