The CEO Next Door

Part 2

"Tom," he said. "What are you doing here?" The question felt like an understatement. Seven years, it had been. It should be: What the fuck are you doing here?!

Draco let Tom take the box from his hands and put it back on the grass.

"And here I thought, you moved here because I live next door."

Tom wore his amused smile paired with raised eyebrows.

Draco looked over in the direction Tom had pointed where a smaller but not less majestic house stood. He could see a black limousine, one door in the back still open, parking close by.

"This is a family estate," Draco said defensively. He was over Tom Riddle - thank you very much - and didn't do idiotic stuff like stalking him. Harry and he had been dating for the last five years and planned to marry in a few months. "How are you?" he asked for lack of common sense.

Tom was still as handsome as Draco remembered. Now he had to be in his mid-thirties, but there was no grey hair in sight. To think it had been seven years already since his twentieth birthday party.

"Same as always. I realised there was someone moving in. And when I saw your white-blond hair on the front lawn, I thought I might as well say hello."

"Draco?" Harry called from inside and footsteps approached. "Have you still not moved a single -" Harry fell quiet when he stepped outside.

"Tom, this is my fiancé Harry Potter." Draco turned to Harry. "This is Tom Riddle, the CEO and founder of TMR Enterprises. He worked with my father in the past. And lives next-door, as we just discovered."

Harry raised his eyebrows, then grinned in his careless way. He took Tom's offered hand and Tom smiled back with that edge. Draco had been so gone on that smile once upon a time.

"Chelsea, is it? Potter, central midfield. I'm not a passionate football fan myself, but I have heard of you."

"I can say the same," Harry said. "Heard your name before - but no idea what you do." Draco stepped on his foot.

"Well, I got to go," Tom said and pulled something from his pocket. "I just wanted to introduce myself. And express my interest in continuing our arrangement from back in the day, Draco. With you so close, that would be very convenient. Of course only if your fiancé agrees. He's welcome to join." With that, Tom handed them his card, winked and walked back to his car.

"I don't - " Draco bit out and pressed the card into Harry's hands who looked at him confused. Then his gaze cleared.

"Oh," he said. "He's that guy."