Allurance

Chapter Thirteen

"I can't believe this. The Oscar guy is still alive too." Tom shook his head. We were all sat in a 24hour McDonalds, pretending we didn't just come from a huge genocide.
"We'll get her and that guy soon, don't worry." I rubbed Tom's back.
"How are you so okay after being held hostage for more than 12 hours?" Harrison asked. I sat my diet coke down.
"I was there for 12 hours?!" I exclaimed. "Yeah." Everyone nodded.
"Holy shit. I'm just glad that girl was there. I would have died." I said.
"Not on our watch." Harry smiled.
"Thank you guys so much for saving me. And sorry for getting you all into this mess." I said. "It's not your fault, it's mine, she wanted me." Tom said.
"If I didn't run away we'd all be in bed right now." I chuckled.
"I don't care, this was fun." Tuwaine added. We all laughed. Tuwaine scooched out of the seat and took all of our trays.
"I'll clean this up." He said and Sam followed him to the bins.
"I'm going to the toilet." Harry said.
"Yeah me too." Harrison said and followed behind Harry.
"And then there were two." I smiled weakly. "Can we talk about our argument?" Tom turned to me.
"Yeah," I put down my drink and faced him.
"I want you to know that I don't hate you," He took my hand.
"I really don't hate you. And I was just pissed off at you because you left sort of abruptly after we...you know and-"
"Guys lets head home." Harrison said.
"Okay, we'll walk though." Tom said.
"In the rain? It's still pouring."
"Yeah it's fine don't worry." I smiled and me and Tom slid out of our seats and walked outside. It was raining still but it was warm.     "I know it may seem like that was just another fuck but it's really not." He continued.
"Well, thank you. And just so you know, that morning did mean a lot to me. But you have to remember I've just come out of a serious relationship." Tom clenched his jaw at the mention of my fiancé. Well I mean you definitely have something to do with that but anyway.
"He was my fiancé, Tom. I know it's been a couple of months but it's still difficult. This whole life is new to me." I said as we walked under a canopy, getting closer to the house.
"I know and I'm really sorry but I want you to know that I do like you in a way I've never liked a girl before." He smiled.
"Oh my god is Tom Holland the most famous mobster n the world revealing his feelings for a maid?" I said dramatically and clutched my invisible pearls.
"Maybe," He smiled.
"But I do. I like you. You're so badass and hot and smart and I really want to get to know you better." He smiled.
"Well you can." I intertwined my fingers with his. We were approaching the house.
"I want to get to know you better in every way." I said in a hushed tone.
"Gwen we can't do this in public we-" I shut him up with my lips. Suddenly everything we had said negatively about each other, the argument, the pettiness, the fact that I was practically lying to him faded away. I liked him. I fucking did. And so what if I was lying? I can just change my name! Quit my job and stay with Tom. That's what I wanted. Was I crazy for wanting that? Our lips parted as we came up for breath.
"Woah," Tom said, a little dizzy from the intense kiss.
"Let's go." I grabbed his hand again and we ran into the house, past the guards and into the lift. Tom pushed me inside the lift and clicked the top floor button. The door closed and he shoved me against the railing with my hips. His lips and tongue flew to my neck where he kissed and nipped me all over. My hands were tugging and massaging his wet, messy curls. The lift dinged and the door opened. I slipped out of his hold and we practically ran to his room. He opened it and closed the door. I ran and jumped on the bed, squealing.
"Did you just squeal?" Tom asked with a smile as he unbuttoned and took off his belt. I bit my lip, "Maybe." I giggled. Who was I? Why was I giggling? I hate me right now. I kicked my shoes off and so did he. I wriggled out of my joggers and he took his trousers off. He clambered onto the bed and on top of me. "We're so dirty right now," He said. We shared a look. I pushed Tom out of the way and ran to the bathroom. He had a huge shower. "Perfect." I smiled. Tom walked in. He was in his soaked through shirt and his boxers and I was in my wet shirt and underwear.
"Get in." He grinned and I went into the shower and turned it on. Tom took off his shirt and boxers then came in with me. He kissed me and I slid my wet underwear off. He kissed my neck slowly, leaving marks all over me. He peeled off my wet tank top and threw it out of the shower then he unclipped my bra and chucked it to the side. He lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his torso. He pushed me up against the wet, cold tiles and pushed slowly inside.
"Tom!" I moaned breathily as I dug my face into the crook of his neck. He went faster and faster, grunting from the pleasure and the pain of me clawing his back.

After we finished we lay in bed and put some music on in the background. We chatted about everything and anything. I was laying in the crook of his arm and my left arm was on his bare chest and my right arm was gently rubbing his forearm with my nails.
"I like this." He said, nuzzling his face into my clean hair and kissing my head.
"I do too." I smiled. It was genuine.
Then I realised that I'm completely falling for someone who thinks I'm a different person to who I am. My name isn't Guinevere Foster and I'm not a maid.
Maybe getting into this wasn't such a good idea after all.