Tom Lake Discussion Questions Novelas e Histórias

“I don't want to talk about it.” Well, you better talk about it. Cause I want to know what's stuck up your arse you'd use that amount of pressure on your subject.” Tom huffed, marching towards me, before plopping down on the seat closest to me. Unwilling to talk about it, I kept my lips shut, but Tom was persistent and I knew he wouldn't rest until he got to the bottom of things. Without thinking I blurted the first thing that came to mind, “ Are there any job openings? Preferably in an administration far away from architecture.”

“So how do you cope with your urges then? A strong man like you must get horny too.” Tom went quiet, hands tight on the wheel, no words coming out. I felt bad quick. “Sorry, that was an inappropriate question.” “No offense taken,” he said finally, voice rough. “Just caught me off guard.” We rode the rest of the way in silence. I sat there thinking hard about what Lara said, my mind replaying her words about David probably cheating. I was so horny and lonely it hurt deep in my cunt. I stared at the back of Tom’s head, his strong neck and shoulders. Maybe he could keep me company. Maybe he could stretch this tight starving cunt of mine and make me cum on a real cock for once.

I rushed out, asking the first question that popped into my mind just to distract myself from the very real possibility of pregnancy. Tom’s face fell and took on a more somber expression as he tried to avoid my eyes.. “I can afford to be different with you, Luna. I do not need to be fierce or prove anything. I have a feeling that you are more willing to accept people as they are personally, and not as the Alpha expects from a person holding a specific rank,” he said gently as he inspected the bottle of water in his hands as a distraction. I was a little taken aback by his openness.

It’s not good, but I eat it better than I’ve been eating in years. If this food is disgusting or poisoned, it’s only because Tom can’t cook. It’s easier to swallow it. Near the end, he speaks again, “I want to know what you’re thinking.” “I’m thinking about why you’re doing this. What do you gain?” I ask.

If he doesn’t want that, we could watch movies. Yeah. Something like that. Something honest. I didn’t know how to ask him. I couldn’t dress it up as friends. It's way too deep for that. But I couldn’t dare to ask for that. Not when it might bring commitment. What if he shuts down and starts avoiding me? Just like how he’s treating Liam? “Do you have something to say to me?” Tommy asked. My lips parted. The words sat right on my tongue—would you go out on a date with me? Just us?

“With Flynn. Last night. I saw them. The way she looked at him. It didn’t seem like two people who just met a few weeks ago, it was as if she’s known him her whole life. Like they’ve got some secret.” Tom’s eyes narrow. “Where?” “Stadium,” I mutter. “They were alone, it was late and they were way too close.” For a second, silence. Then, slowly, Tom straightens, his expression shifting from annoyance to calculation. His eyes glint under the harsh hallway lights, the way they always do when he smells blood in the water. “Then we have to dig deeper,” he says. I blink. “Dig what? His past is clean, Tom. I checked it myself when he was recruited on the very first day. Nothing shady. Nothing weird

Tom asked, there was no worry or empathy in his tone. "I don't care about what you do to help Jerome carry out his action, I just want to know one thing and I hope you are wise enough to answer my question," Leah said firmly. Tom didn't react, Leah took it as approval. "What did Jerome do to Jessica and Suzy?" asked Leah, looking at Tom with a sharp gaze. Tom smiled sinisterly, making Leah shudder in horror.

Tom said quietly to Amara, “that timing has made your marriage… interesting.” She held his gaze. “Yes.” “Your father-in-law’s investigation resurfacing. Your visa status. The speed of the registry.” He wasn’t accusing. He was observing. Carefully. “Interesting isn’t the same as dishonest,” she replied evenly. “No,” Tom agreed. “But it invites questions.” She leaned back slightly. “Questions are not threats.” “They can be.” “Only if answers are fragile.” Tom smiled faintly. “You’re very sure of your answers.” “I have to be.”

She glared at me. I don't care if he's a person who might hurt someone in this household. He's endangering everyone in this house. "Would you give Tom a second chance?" I asked but immediately regretted it. "I did Liam. In fact, I gave him multiple times to explain himself. I even tried to explain to him what he did to me was wrong. So, when you ask a question like that, you should know that you need to be careful with your words. And think of this, Liam. What makes you and Tom so different?"

Lumi looks like she is about to blow something by thinking to hard. "Yes and yes". Tom is leaning forward in his seat. "Tick tock, tick tock". Luca kicks after Tom's leg under the table. "Stop being a jerk Tom". "One more... one more... come on brain". Lumi is tapping her own temple. "Yes... Sharon Tate". Tom sigh. "Well yeah, and just within the time limit... Well done". Luca holds up his hand for a high five, which she gives him. "Score... and I believed you of course".