You played with the strings of Tom's hoodie with one of your hand as the other stayed on his bare chest along with your head on the nape between his right shoulder and his sunset panted neck.
Your legs were messily tangled with each other's as Tom's chest rise and fall in a peaceful pace while he slept.
Looking at him as he sleep was kind of creepy but it wasn't like he hadn't done the same with you when your eyes were closed.
You loved the sight of him when he just woke up, his curly dark toffee brown hair alway fall over his forehead, his voice always more deep and raspy than the night before and his eyes always holding some mysteries in them.
Removing his arms around you, Tom stirred without you noticing. You pulled his grey hoodie over your head at the end of his bed, giving Tom a good view of your back and behind.
Putting on your underwear and your bra along with Tom's favorite hoodie, you turned around to see him smirking.
"Leaving already?" He asked, lifting the duvet off his almost naked body.
"Yeah." You sighed, "I just need to find my... sweatpants." You but your lips suddenly becoming nervous.
It wasn't like he hadn't seen you like this before but most of the time, you always leave before he could wake up.
Now that you were in broad daylight, your insecurities grow, knowing that he could see you clearly as you guys always do it with the light in the room off or dimmed due to your insecure mind.
"Can't you stay a little longer?" And that was the last question you wanted him to ask.
He got up from the bed, placing his finger tips on your waist after he put his hands under this hoodie. His touch sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps screaming across your delicate skin.
"I-I need to work." You whispered, not looking at him in the eyes.
Tom smirked at your personality differences from the night before and now.
"You work for me remember?" He whispered back, removing one of his hand from your waist to cup your cheek. Tom leaned in, his lips brushing yours.
"I know that you—... you don't like it when y-your people don't send stuff in on time s-so, I think I should... go." You removed his hand from your cheek and pulled away from him, spotting your sweatpants next to Tom's bed.
As you bent down, Tom's eyes stayed glued to your body as you put your pants on before you hurriedly left the room, your heart thumping in your chest.
"I'll let you go this time." He whispered to himself.
"Hi Haz." You greeted when Harrison walked into your room when you were reading in your bed.
"Hey, sis." He ruffled your already messy hair. You weren't actually his sister but you were close to being one.
"What are you doing here?" You put your book down, looking into Haz's blue eyes.
"Boss is asking for you." He shrugged, reaching out his hand for your to grab, which you did.
"Did I— did I do something wrong?" Harrison pulled you up from the bed. "Am I in trouble?"
"When it comes to him, I don't know." Harrison answered as you guys leave your bedroom and move down the hall.
On the way there, your mind was filled with worries. You were pretty sure that you had done nothing wrong.
"He's waiting inside." Haz places his hand on your back as he lightly push you forward, opening the door for you, revealing Tom's office.
He sat behind his desk at the very end of the big room filled with files and lots and lots of alcohol. His office stunk from the cigarettes.
Scrunching up your nose, you stumbled to the front of his desk trying to swallow down your fear.
"Y-you asked for me?" You pushed the loose strand of hair behind your ears as a habit of yours when you're nervous.
"Yes, I did." He stared into your E/C eyes, giving you a cold hard look. "Why do you think I asked for you, darling?"
"I did something... w-wrong?" Your body shook gently, not a lot but enough for him to noticed.
"You did." He nodded, his eyes still piercing yours. He gently rest his pen on his bottom teeth as he rest his elbow on the arm chair. The sight almost made you shiver.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause any trouble—" Tom cut you off.
"But you did anyways. Where are the files I asked for? It should be on my desk right now." You fiddled with your fingers as you become more and more nervous at the sight of him being angry.
"I— I asked one of your men t-to put it on your desk as soon a-as I left your room this morning." You looked away from his intense glare. A tear was threatened to roll down your cheek.
Everybody who know Tom would know what he was like when he became angry. Even if you were his best friend, he could pull the trigger anytime he wanted to. You've seen him doing that yourself.
He could be a sweetheart one moment and be a devil in a split second.
"And who did I ask to put the files on my desk?" He stood up, placing his hands on the desk.
"M-me." You answered.
"Right. So why did you ask my men to put the files on my desk when it was clearly your job?" He walked around the table, causing your heart to pick up its pace with each steps he took.
You backed away from Tom as he got closer. Your eyes that were filled with fear darted around the room, not wanting to meet his cold ones.
"I-I had something else to do." You started just when Tom had reached your trapped body that was between the shelves and him.
"You're I'm so much trouble, darling." He growled.
