The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Catherine's gray-blue eyes trembled slightly, as if her heart trembled at the boss's ruthlessness.

She took a deep breath and asked calmly, "Can you tell me the reason?"

Tom said coldly: "No."

"Then, please allow me to say one last thing." Catherine ignored Tom's already showing impatience, and smiled with a penetrating secret, "I wish you happiness."

She picked up her briefcase and left without looking back.

Harry was unprepared to witness all this happening, and didn't realize it until Catherine left. The original resentment dissipated in Catherine's last message, and instead gave birth to a trace of pity.

"Why... why did you fire her so suddenly?" Harry asked.

Tom: "Not satisfied? I'll call back—"

"No!" Harry said quickly, "I mean, give her a little time to prepare...?"

Tom got up, walked over to Harry's side, pulled him away from the pulley chair he was sitting in, and leaned over to gaze at him face to face.

"Catherine is very smart, that's the reason I chose her, Harry. The only reason." He explained in a deep voice, "Although her performance just now proves this point, you should also realize it—her success made me feel It is a regrettable decision to fire her."

They were so close that Harry felt a cramp in his stomach when he saw that Tom's skin was flawless even at such a close look.

"But... I hate that you keep staring at her." Tom's black pupils showed deep tension, "So she has to go."

Harry opened his eyes wide, emerald green pupils like lake water reflecting the sky, "That's because...she's been looking at you, Tom! You didn't notice the way she looked at you—I know that look, Ginny looked at me that way before—she had a crush on you..."

"Ginny," interrupted Tom slowly, "that's the second female name."

Harry wanted to bite off his tongue.

"You still haven't told me clearly about Qiu, Harry." The blackness in Tom's eyes deepened, like slowly touching the rope around his neck, "We all know that you used to like girls."

Harry felt his throat tickle and his breathing was difficult.

"You too, Tom..." he said in a tight voice, "how many beautiful women like Catherine do you have?"

Tom stared at him wordlessly, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Very well. It seems that we are not at ease about each other's orientation."

Harry opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something to make amends, but Tom was more confident: "How about this—we'll check it out ourselves."

Harry didn't know why, but he gradually sensed something from Tom's tendency to get closer, his heart tightened more and more, and it frantically pumped out fresh blood, rushing to all the limbs...

"I'll kiss you, Harry."

Tom said softly.

Harry heard the pounding of his heart in his chest and felt the heat of blood rushing around his skull, all of which went blank when Tom tilted his head slightly to kiss him.

Tom's lips pressed up slowly, both soft and hard, and the blend of quiet breaths made Harry lose his ability to think.It wasn't his first kiss, and Harry couldn't think when Cho approached under the mistletoe, but it was very different from that short, bad kiss with tears in his eyes, and Tom breathed aggressively, but patiently Grinding Harry's lips, guiding him to a conscious response.

When Harry regained his willpower a little, he felt Tom's hand caressing his cheek, so he obeyed the desire in his heart, put his hands around his neck, and brought them closer.Tom quickly decided to go one step further, deftly parting Harry's lips and licking his lower lip lightly.

Trembling electricity rushed through the nerves of Harry's brain at once, and he wanted to take a big breath to supply the overexcited nerve cells, but it only made Tom's kiss deeper.

Tom tasted Harry's lips wantonly, depriving him of the free air he needed to breathe, feeling sweet and hot, like a living heart beating in his hand.

If there were still doubts before, now it can be conclusively concluded——

He wants him.

Harry closed his eyes unconsciously, unable to get enough air to make him both excited and suffocated, and he couldn't hold anything else in his mind except Tom's kiss.His arms tightened involuntarily with tension, bringing Tom closer, and Harry could feel his lean body and powerful muscles.Their position became uncomfortable, but Harry felt nothing but blood rushing.He even produced some unprecedented fantasies uncontrollably in his mind-only related to Tom, devoid of any logic, fantasies fabricated only out of desire...