𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... a fifteen year old girl falls head over heels for a blast from the past.
𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐃, hopelessly in love with a man who never bat an eye in her direction.
Or so... she thought?
...
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—TWO WEEKS LATER—
I heard my window open in the middle of the night... usually someone would be scared.
But I didn't ask questions only stretched my blanket out further.
"So big and tuff until you want to cuddle in the pink sheets huh?" I teased, expecting at least a slight chuckle from his end.
But nothing.
Tom took his shoes and shirt off, immediately getting into my bed, he nuzzled his head into my chest.
Something felt... off.
I set my phone down, stroking his back, I tried to get his attention.
"Baby?"
He only hummed, hugging me tighter.
"What's wrong?" I asked in the softest tone I could muster and he lifted his head up.
His eyes were red and his lashes darker than usual, has he been crying?
"What's wrong?" I jumped into defense mode, the way I was feeling could immediately change around this boy within seconds, if he was happy then so was I.
But seeing his tear stained cheeks?
I could feel my heart break into two.
"I uhm... I went to my dad's office today." He started off, I nodded.
"I didn't knock on the door, because, why would I? I'm his son."
I don't like where this is going...
"He's screwing his assistant." Tom let out an amused laugh.
My breathing faltered.
"God, babe, the scene, it was honestly funny. She looked like she was ten years younger than him, because... what else would she be? His age, no, that wouldn't have worked out." He rambled on, I stroked my thumb against his chin, wanting to calm him down.
"Tom?"
"Her shirt was off, his belt was unbuckled and I just stared at them. Then he begged me not to tell my mom. I could feel my anger get the best of me, which happens a lot but... usually not towards my parents."
"Tom, what did you do?" I pressed further, he brought his hand in between us.
I stared at the red cracked skin on his once perfect knuckles.
