"You are mine" -Tom Holland

Chapter 2

  "He is like a drug; each time I take the tiniest bit of him, I crave more and more. He consumes my thoughts and invades my dreams."

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This is what you came for - Calvin Harris

My fist hits the wooden door.

-Come in!

I open the door and walk to him, his eyes never leaving mines.

-Smith.

-Sir.

He puts down his pen, smirking at me.

-Welcome to the company. I need you to just sit here and if I need you I will call you.

He says, pointing to a glass door. I nod and go to my new office.

-Ms Coleman must have put some paperwork on your desk. Don't forget to fill them.

-I'm going to start to do it right now, Sir.

After closing the door of my office, It's like I can breath again. During all the day, i'm sitting at my desk watching through the glass windows that separate me from him. I was watching him fill some papers, when suddently he turns his head, his glance meeting mine. I was completely hypnotized by his look that i couln't descibe. A smirk draws on his lips and my cheeks becomes red.

Closing the door and throwing my shoes around, my thoughts are still with Mr Holland. Gosh it's been just two weeks but he makes me so weak with his looks and his smirks. I just can't get his face off my head. I think I need to go to a party, without Candice it might be different but I need to clear my head. A shower, four outfits and a burn with the staightener after, I'm finally ready to go out. Wearing my usual black dress, I add a little touch of a red lipstick that I never dare to wear. If it allows me to be noticed, I will not miss this opportunity. I decide to go to a new club. I'll go to the "Millennium" tonight, I have been told that it's the best club in London but Candice and I would rather go to the "Sphinx" which is much smaller but just as decent. Before going out side of my appartement,  I stop in front of the mirror in my entrance and look at myself, a smile appear on my face, I feel sexy.

I give the money to the driver before I get out of the car. I put my hands on the bottom of my dress, removing imaginary dust. I tack a good breath and walk to the entrance. Unlike the other clubs there is no line, the guard tell you yes or no, if it's yes you go in, if it's no you can't stay in front of the club, it could be dangerous. Surprisingly, he lets me in. I smile at him while he opens the door for me. I am amazed by the beauty of the club. All is so refined and luxurious. I walk to the bar, a smile on my face when I see people having fun on the dance floor.

-Miss?

I turn to the bartender who smiles at me.

-Do you want a drink?

-A Mojito, please.

He nods before leaving to do so. A few seconds, then he comes back with a drink in his hand.

-Thank you, how much do I owe you?

-With pleasure, nothing the first drink is always offered by the house.

My smile widens as I bring the liquid back to my lips. I finish it a few minutes after I decide to go dancing. "SEX" by neiked makes me dance for a long time until he is replaced by an other title and so on. Then "This is what you came for" by Calvin Harris is passing by as my eyes fall on Mr Holland, sitting on a sofa, a blond by his side. I slow down my movements while I continue to look at him. The chorus will soon make his entrance and I'm more than ready. A smile appears on the corner of his lips. I'm like a drug addict at that moment, when I move too much and lose his gaze I have to find it, it's as if my life depends on this simple visual contact. I see him putting his elbows on his knees and gathering his hands into a fist to put his head on it, without ever looking away from me. When the music is about to end, two hands rest on my hips while Tom's eyes turn black. "Taki Taki" by Dj Snake now resonates in the club's premises. My hips move to the rhythm of the music while the stranger's hands behind me follow my movements. I see Tom picking up his phone and calling someone, always keeping an eye on me. I let myself be carried away by the music. I'm always enjoying the musical notes and the presence of the stranger when his hands suddenly pull away from me. I turn around to see the back of a man being dragged to the exit by two guards. What did he do? I turn to Tom who smiles at me. I frown as I try to understand what just happened. I'm going to the bar to get another Mojito. I lean on the counter and order. This one takes longer than the first one. I feel someone passing behind me before I feel a breath close to my ear.

-Darling.

Just in a word I already know who it is. I turn my head to face him.

-Mr. Holland.

The bartender puts my glass in front of me and doesn't forget to add.

-That's £8, miss.

And without taking his eyes off me, Tom replies.

-The glass is on the house.

I open my mouth to say something but what the bartender says makes me close it again.

-Okay, boss.

He just looks at me and smiles.

So he owns the club...