CEO's Contract Obsession-Chapter 343: In Her Arms

Tom did not use the beach towel on himself but placed it around Amy’s shoulders instead and sat beside her by the bonfire. Amy handed him a bottle of vodka the moment he sat down which he accepted.

"Mitch said your scars were from burn wounds. How come you don’t them on your body?" Amy casually asked while her gaze was fixed on the bonfire.

Tom looked at Amy surprised by her sudden curiosity since she had been trying to fire him every chance she got. "I was wearing a suit, so it damaged the suit first and I was able to remove it before it got onto my skin."

"My ex-husband died from an explosion and probably got burned alive too," Amy said before chuckling. "I was on a fucking book tour that he didn’t approve of," Amy added before starting to cry again.

"I was so devastated that I bled. I didn’t know I was pregnant at that time. My world collapsed. If not for my kids and my friends I wouldn’t make it. I wanted to jump off Henry’s building the moment I got out of the hospital but Anton and Rei banned me from the rooftop and put heavy security around me."

Tom felt as if his heart were being punched multiple times. He clenched his fist and finished his bottle of vodka in one go. He was furious and now he understood why Amy was acting that way. It was her way of coping with her pain. Pain that is still there and will never go away.

He knows what it feels like so he completely understands what is she going through.

Amy stopped crying and continued drinking. "How about you, Tom? Are you married?"

Tom took a deep breath before answering. "I was. We got separated and now she’s married to another man."

"Aw... I’m sorry to hear that. At least she’s still alive. Do you still love her? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to."

"I do... Very much. And that’s why I came back, to get her back." Tom murmured but Amy heard it all.

There was something about the way Tom said it that Amy felt pain in her heart. ’I guess I am still hoping for Henry to do the same to me.’

"I say, go and get her back. I wish I could do the same, but you see, I am not lucky. All my husband dies. Ash will too... soon. We tried everything to save him. But his body could no longer take it. Once he is gone, I will be alone again."

"Fuck!" Amy threw away the bottle of vodka before weeping again. "The vodka is making me cry damnit!"

Next thing she knew, Tom’s arms were already wrapped around her and to her surprise, she didn’t mind it at all. She hugged him back instead and wailed more.

Tom rubbed her back as he lent his shoulder for her to cry on. "Cry it all out."

"Amy..." Tom whispered to himself, or so he thought.

Amy heard him and pulled away from their embrace. "Say it again!" Amy urged making Tom frown, confused about what she was saying.

Tom tilted his head and asked, "Cry it all out?"

"No. My name, say my name."

"Amy?" Tom was utterly baffled by what Amy was trying to do.

"Not that way. Say it like how you said it earlier," Amy insisted. She felt different when she heard him say her name earlier. A familiar feeling and a familiar voice.

"I don’t know what are you doing or why are you–"

"Kiss me," Amy interrupted as she was not really listening to whatever Tom was saying.

"W-What?" Tom was not sure if he heard it right or if he was just drunk. He started recalling how much alcohol he had to hallucinate like that.

Before he could count the amount he had taken for the night, Amy already jumped at him and did what she was asking him to do.

He tried to gently push her away from his lap but she was kissing him hard and had her arms tightly wrapped around him. He tried it again several times but failed.

Amy pushed him to the ground and removed the beach towels that were covering her.

Tom could only curse as he stared wide-eyed at Amy’s naked body before she kissed him again.

Only God knows how much did he try to stop himself from touching Amy but she is really relentless and pushing him to his limits.

He felt Amy unbutton his pants as she continued to kiss him. Her hand slowly slid in touching his hard manhood and felt her smile in between their kisses.

"Amy... Don’t do this..." Tom finally gathered enough strength to grab her hand and stop her from continuing what she was about to do.

Amy pulled away and placed both her hands on the ground on either side of his head. She stared at him silently and he did not dare to move at all.

"Your eyes..." Amy ran her thumb on his left eyelid, making him close both his eyes. "Your voice... Your touch... Your kiss... Are all so familiar. Are you H–"

Amy was not able to speak further. Tom sealed her mouth with his and hugged her tight. She soon found herself on the ground underneath Tom.

His kiss was fierce and assertive. She felt his hands roaming all around her body and she never dared to talk not even a single word.

His hand on his breast and his lips on her skin are all so familiar that her tears uncontrollably fall from her eyes. She intertwined her fingers with his hair as he moved further down south.

Only her weeps and moans can be heard coming from her mouth she was afraid to speak, afraid for that moment to end and go back to her reality.

She doesn’t care if it was only a dream or if she was hallucinating because of the alcohol. But all she knows is that she definitely knows who is the man in her arms at that very moment.