My Love

Chapter 1

Authors note: hello my candy unicorns, this is my first book on wattpad so I'm definitely going to make mistakes so comment on my mistakes just be truthful. Ok enjoy...........or not whichever works for you. 😜

Chapter 1

9:30am. 'I'm late for work!' Victoria thought as she jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom she was greeted by her small pack of dogs. Her Great Dane, Zeus, held her toothbrush in between his gigantic yet gentle jaws " Thanks Zeus. My sweet baby." Said Victoria as she rubbed Zeus behind his tall and pointed ears. She brushed her teeth as fast as possible completely ignoring the fact that her hair looked liked frizzy, kinky ball of fuzz. Crud. She was thinking how could she be late to my first actually film pitch meeting as a film maker and not as an assistant grabbing coffee for everybody actually pitching ideas, she felt like such an idiot. Victoria rushes to get her semi professional meeting outfit on, dark wash jeans with a cream camisole and a gray shrunken jacket topped with black pointed toe vintage pumps and a gold necklace, and left her apartment in a rush tripping over her Pomeranian on the way out. " Sorry Aphrodite." And she continued running.

As Victoria ran in her three inch pumps to the nearest bus station, the pointed tip of her shoe got stuck in a crack in the sidewalk and tripped and fell into the arms of the nearest person. Tom Hiddleston. Though she didn't know due to the fact she was late and forgot to put in her contacts. She realized when she fell in his arms she had spilled her coffee, which probably wasn't any good anyway considering the fact she made it last minute and it didn't brew all the way and contained some coffee bean grinds, not only on herself but him too. " I am so sorry. I didn't mean to spill that on you. Ugh. I'm such a klutz." She grabbed some tissues from her purse as began inwardly cursing to herself about how her morning was spinning into a spiral of disaster and catastrophe and will probably end up with her crying to herself about how she failed while she binge eats junk food and watching old reruns of "Friends" and wondering what she has done with her life.

Surprisingly he doesn't scream at her for being such an air head and how she should watch where she's was going "It's okay, no worries." He said in his charming and very sexy British accent. Suddenly she waited for him to continue talking just so she can hear his clear, brood voice echo in her head continuously . Then she realized she was still rubbing his shirt. "Oh, sorry." Then she stopped and squinting trying to look into his beautiful ocean blue eyes and thinking about her swimming in them for hours and hours on end. "Um, hello." he said to snap her out of her peaceful daydream, she noticed when she was daydreaming she was just staring at him with a 'deer caught in a headlights' look on her face.

" Excuse ma'am."

" Yes."

" Not trying to be rude or anything but you looked like you needed to be somewhere and quick. May I offer a ride?"

" Are you sure I don't want to risk spilling anything else on you?"

He chuckled " Please, I insist."

Suddenly she was off her guard which is especially at it's peak when it comes to situations that involve strange guys she doesn't even know inviting places she wasn't sure of but at the moment all she wanted to do at the moment was listen to him and imagine what the face behind such a sultry voice could look like. She knew for certain he was much taller than her, which wasn't surprising since was only a measly five foot six and a half, which is pretty short considering her five foot eight and over family, but continued to wonder. Was he a dark haired gentleman with charming blue eyes that could put any female with heart under his spell or was he a typical California guy that throw her away once he got bored of her? At this point only time can tell. As she followed him she stayed as quiet as possible and put her hand in her purse so she could grab her emergency can of pepper spray that was neatly packed next a pair of nun chucks she kept in case someone tried to attack her, so if he tried to pull anything she could pepper spray him and run a safe distance away from him.

Then before she knew it they stopped in front of a classic black Range Rover with black tinted windows. Now she started getting suspicious and was ready to pull out her pepper spray and make a run for it. But even though there was a chauffeur that could of open the door, he opened it for her and looked like he wouldn't come in until she went in first. Even though he was being very gentlemanly her suspicion had definitely reached it's peak, " Um, usually I don't go into strange men's cars even though it's a REALLY nice car..." she was using her gift of gab and ability to talk in circles that seem to never end to buy herself some time to find a exit and leave without seeming rude which was, from experience, very hard. "your suspicious of me now, aren't you?" he said that must've rendered Victoria absolutely speechless, which almost never happens. "well, judging by your silence right now I guess you are. You don't have to ride with me if don't want to." All of a sudden she didn't want to leave anymore then the pigeon who was in awe once it caught a look at him, it was like she was under his hypnotic spell to get girls and women to adore him in every single way.

After carefully thinking about the scenario she had two choices, a) reject his offer and take the bus which was going to make her thirty minutes late for her pitch meeting or b) take his offer and get in the car and only be five minutes late and pray he wouldn't kidnap her. Either way she was going to late might as well be five minutes. So Victoria got in the car and got her hand out of her purse before she accidentally pepper spray him and he followed after in the car. He asked politely where she was heading, "Warner Bros studio." Victoria answered. When he repeated the location to the chauffeur, the chauffeur drove quickly but not over the speed limit. Victoria was looking out the window, like she always does when someone else is driving, getting lost in dream like thoughts. She dreamt of the life of a famous actress/director/producer walking down the red carpet with my dreamily handsome, loving, and supportive lover who would be dressed in a classic James Bond tuxedo which she thought was absolutely sexy on men. When she was dreaming she must have been smiling like an idiot because the mystery man beside her said "You must be thinking of something wonderful in that pretty little head of yours." Then he chuckled slightly but that didn't stop her from daydreaming.

When the car stop it snapped Victoria out her wonderful daydream and brought her back to cruel and harsh reality of her situation. She was five minutes late to a thirty minute meeting, her plan was to come early so she'd have time to get lost in the studio but still make it on time. Now she's going to end up lost and late, she sighed irritably about how she managed to screw up her entire career in less than two hours . The mystery man must of got out of the car when she was pitying her life because he was outside opening the door. At least after the rough morning I had I found a handsome, or at least I think he looks handsome, gentlemen. She thought as she realized she didn't even know his name. She got out the car "Thank you for the ride." "No problem it was my pleasure." He said in ever sultry voice that made her want to swoon. "May I ask what your name is?" She asked him wondering if he'd actually tell her his name. "My name is Thomas but people call me Tom. Might I ask your name? If it's no trouble." "Victoria, nice meeting you." Handing out her hand so he could could shake it but instead he took he took he hand and kissed the back of it. "Charmed." He responded "Till we meet again Victoria." He said going back into his car leaving her mouth gaped in awe of the perfect man. "Tom."