"I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe."

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Common - Zayn

We are sitting on a terrace in one of the many cafes of Paris. Tom in front of me and a coffee is in my hand, I enjoy this moment.

-I was warned about you, you know.

And with a smirk, Tom says.

-But you're here anyway.

We take a taxi to go for a ride to the Louvre, which we visit hand in hand. We then go to the top of the Eiffel Tower, then we eat in a five-star restaurant and finally Tom goes alone to a shop in the Champs Elysée to come out with several bags in his hand. It is now 4pm and we must return to the jet. We are in the back of the taxi heading to the airport, when Tom asks me a question that seems to have been spinning in his head for some time.

-Have you kissed many boys before?

He asks quietly. His question brings my mind back into focus. I raise an eyebrow.

-Boys? That's an assumption.

Tom laughs, the sound low and husky.

-Or girls, I'm not against that.

-No.

-Not many girls? Or not many boys?

-Neither.

-How many?

-Why-

-You are no longer allowed to use this word. How many?

My cheeks flush, but my voice is steady as I answer.

-One.

At this, Tom leans closer to me. I close my eyes and feel the faintest whisper of his lips at my ear.

-He was doing it wrong.

He then kisses me passionately. His hands are on my hips so that I can carry myself to his lap, where I sit. My hair falls back on the sides of his face as he kisses me as if it were the last thing he could do.

-You want me as much as I want you.

He puts my hair back so we can look into each other's eyes.

-And all I want is you, today.

He whispers and kisses me on the corner of my lips.

-Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.

And just like that, I was completely, utterly, and entirely, His.

~

Dressing in a red dress and black heels, I walk through the door of the Millennium. Tom was supposed to go two hours before me to settle some business. The box is complete, men and women all dressed better than each other. A group of men are sitting at a table, mostly women were around them. I get close and see Tom playing poker with other men. I put my hand of Tom's shoulder and he smiles at me. Then I lean towards his ear.

-Can I play later?

-Do you know how to play?

-Of course.

Standing next to Tom, I'm waiting for the round to end. Tom is winning while the other participants think they are winning. I am looking forward to showing my level to everyone. I settle in front of Tom, the two men next to us are surprised to see me sitting down.

-That's the poker table, dear, to have a cocktail it's over there.

-I know, I'm here to play, dear.

While I am sorting my cards, the second man adds something.

-I hope then that your game is as full as your cleavage, darling.

I smile at him, my eyes fixed on my deck of cards. I look up and wink at him.

-You can't imagine.

There are only three of us around the table and I must say that my hand is the most beautiful, I had never had a " Quinte Flush royale " before. Tom decides to leave so he can come close to me.

-I see it's just the two of us left. I'm all in.

I see the cash go to the pile in front of me.

-I follow you.

There were only a few cash that Tom gave me.

-It's not fair and you know it, honey.

His eyes are still glued to my neckline during the whole game, so I know what he wants and I can take advantage of it.

-I'll add one night with me.

A smile forms on his lips.

-With pleasure.

Tom seems tense, he hasn't had a chance to see my cards yet.I then straighten up my forearms on the table, my chest in front.

-It was a pleasure to play with you.

-Likewise, my dear, do you prefer French or Italian food?

I lay my cards flat and smile at him.

-It's up to you, I'll probably go and see for a new apartment.

His face breaks up when he notices my play. He then poses his own, which was just a " Carré ".

-You'll have better luck next time.

I get up and take the cash on the table. I'm having a drink at the bar, Tom right behind me.

-You just won against one of London's greatest players.

-He wasn't really good.

-There are advantages to being a woman.

-Or men are just weak in front of us women.

He elbows at the bar and moistens his lips.

-Weak?

-You heard me very well, Thomas.

He was about to answer when Harrison arrived with two young men.

-You were absolutely amazing in there.

-Thank you Haz.

-Meet Harry and Sam, Tom's twin brothers.

-Nice to meet you, I'm Armony.

The twins kiss my palm while smiling at me. It must be a family thing to be so charming. A few drinks later, it was time to go home. With one hand on my thigh, Tom is laughing with the twins, Haz and others that I don't know. Tom gets up and extends his hand to me.

-We're going to go, it's getting late.

-Of course Thomas, be careful on the road and tell me what company she' s coming from.

Tom's hand is tightening around mine as he turns around to the man.

-What do you mean?

-What company did you take this pretty lady from?

A man, whom I recognize as one of Tom's guards, bends over to talk to him. His face loses his color before he gets up.

-I'm sorry, Tom, I didn't mean to...

Without a single word we leave in the van that takes us to the tower.