He crashed his lips into mine, picked me up, went over to his double bed and laid me down, without breaking the kiss. He took off his pants, before he joined me in bed and towered over me. He took his shirt off, in one swift motion, putting his abs on display for me to admire.
Y/n: Damn!
He smirked, before he took my shirt off as well and started placing kisses from my neck, down to my chest. He stopped in between my boobs, unable to do anything else, because of my bra.
Tom: You need to take this off, darling.
I arched my back, so his hand could reach under me onto my back and unbutton my bra. He slowly took it off, making me slightly nervous and insecure. I don't like my boobs.
He stared at them for a few seconds, I got shy, so I covered them with my hands, but he grabbed my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head.
Tom: Don't fucking hide what's mine!
*You are a 23 year old girl from London, who flew to Los Angeles because you got a job there. You are a small architect. You usually do an apartments, not big houses. One day you met him, Tom Holland, the boss of a company he never tells you anything about. But you'll find out eventually. Since the day you've met, he's obsessed with you. You're obsessed with him as well, but you're pretending you're not. Your life is full of sex with him, his kisses, touches and love, but also, he's kinda acting like a dick sometimes, so it's not gonna be that easy. Not to mention the danger that comes with being in a relationship with him.*
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"Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted.
"Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment.
"Does that mean that I'm in that category?"
My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.
"I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though."
***
Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams.
James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia.
It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.