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✼ N E V A E H ✼　

I turned to my side as I heard the sound of the alarm next to the bedside table go off. The alarm which I never knew was there and didn't know had been set up to wake me up at 8 am in the morning. Eight in the morning just so happened to be the time Atticus wanted an answer from me. Fucking bastard. 

If the sun had risen, I wouldn't know, the cream curtains almost prevented any light from passing through which was good for me because I dreaded waking up in the morning, being alive is already a difficult task on its own.

Oh, who am I kidding. I don't have curtains OR a damn window.

Now it was nearly impossible for me to fall back asleep, the sound of alarm sounded like a siren blaring in a silent room, almost like girls screaming at a One Direction concert. And yes it was that loud, trust. My hand hits the alarm in an all but gentle manner to shut it up.

Sure, maybe I failed to mention how indecisive I was. In case I did, I'm very indecisive. When I say very I mean extremely, overwhelmingly, annoyingly indecisive. I can have my mind set on this one decision and less than an hour later I'll be doing literally everything other than the original decision I made. I just can't chose, I can't decide, and I don't know what the fuck is up with my mind.

I don't even get the chance to get out of bed before there is a loud knock on my door. I call out for the person. Thinking that it was most likely Spencer, I got up to the door in nothing but my lacey bra and super short men's boxers. Much to my dismay, the door opened and it wasn't Spencer. My brows shot up and my eyes widened.

It was his evil older brother.

As soon as the door opened to show such monstrosity, Atticus opened his mouth to say something but I couldn't hear because I shut the door. "Not today, Satan." I rebuked in a monotone and unlively tone. And I walked away.

Seeing that I can't fall back asleep, I went over to my bathroom to take a piss. I finished, washed my hands and stayed at the sink to brush my teeth. The door was knocked on yet again for about a whole 5 minutes. Getting tired of the sound, I spit in the sink, rinsed my mouth and went to open it.

I opened it and I was still upset to see my view. "Thanks for waking me up, asshole. I really needed it." He stepped into my room before I could shut it again, eyes glued to me but still not uttering a word. "What the fuck do you want now?"

Atticus eyes me up and down, and says, "I need yo-"

"You're never going to have me, Cupcake, keep dreaming," I interrupt before he can finish his sentence. I take a step back just in case he starts breathing fire from his nose like the dragon I still wholeheartedly believe he is.

He puts his pointer finger on my lips in an attempt to silence me. I look at it and bit down hard on his finger, resulting in him recoiling and returning back to his original stance. "I will not be silenced," I protest jokingly. Atticus still took a step closer to me while suppressing a laugh, "Back off man, I lick and I bite." 

Yes, maybe I was giving him the impression that I'm a dog, but maybe that would make him back off. But it didn't because he still took a few more steps towards me. "You can moan and scream my name too." He smugly threatened, catching me a bit off guard.

"Enjoy this view while you can. This is the most naked you'll ever see me," I call back, as I walk into the closet to find something from the nonexistent clothes that I have. I could feel him staring at my ass as I swing my hips side to side. 

"I get what I want, ciccio. So if I want you, I will have you," Atticus promises as he leans onto the closet door, whispering in my ear while his lips slightly touch it. His hands trace my bare thigh as he raises his hands higher to graze over the outline of my boxers. I let out a heavy breath as he slightly lifts up the fabric, harshly pinching the skin underneath before rubbing it up and down. 

He pulls away before I get the chance to stop him, "I didn't come here for small talk anyway." He straightens the white dress shirt he has under his black suit jacket crosses his legs in front of him.

"I thought I said don't talk to me until you give me an offer I can't refuse," I remind him as I am surprisingly able to shove his built frame out of my way to go back to the main room. "Maybe you can start by taking me out of this hell hole."

"I have an offer for you," he starts, still standing against the closet but his eyes are still on me. 

"Can I refuse it though? That's the question," I ask, reaching up to tie my hair in a sloppy bun at the top.

"Take a shower and get dressed and then maybe we can talk," Atticus orders as if he expects me to listen to him.

I walk towards him and pull him down to reach my level by his tie, "Look, Cupcake. I don't give a fuck who you think you are, but I will not take orders from you." I gently run my fingers down his neck as my thumb glides over his lips while my other hand touches his abs through his shirt. "Now you can see yourself out, thank you."

I turn to leave but he grabs my wrist, turning us around while he grips my waist, digging his nails into the fabric but I can still feel the pressure on my skin. "I don't appreciate your attitude, ciccio."

I press myself on him, feeling him and slowly looking into his eyes as my teeth slide past my lips. "Then fuck it out of me." I command, dropping my voice low enough to catch his attention.

For a moment it looks like he considers what I'm saying like I actually meant it. I pinch his cheeks like he did to me days before. "Cute." I removed his hands from my waist while my eyes stayed glued to his, "When I said you'll never have me, I meant it."

"We'll see," he persists as walks to my mirror to admire his hideous reflection.

"No, we won't. The only thing you'll be seeing is yourself- out my door," I hit back at him, trying my best to push his wall-like frame elsewhere, but to no avail.

"I don't understand why you're ordering me around in my own house." Atticus debates, a confused look on his face.

Ignoring him, I go into the drawers to get some underwear and a bra to wear. "I need to take a shower which means you need to go." I poke my pointer finger on his chest.

I regret telling him what I was going to do because now he points out, "Oh, so you do take orders from me."

Deciding to ignore and pretend he never said anything, I say, "Stop looking at me and go."

"What's there for me to look at?"

You really thought you did something, huh?

"Everything you're never going to get," I answer his question. "Now leave." 

"Be ready in 20 minutes." And without another word he's gone.

Fucking finally. 

What is it with him and time?

After I came back from taking a shower and doing my skin care I was in the main room. I tie my hair in a half up half down style. I notice that on my bed lay a white mini lace Tom Ford dress that probably cost more than my life. Underneath it, on the floor where some white fuzzy Juicy Couture slide ons that probably cost more than the products I use on a daily basis.

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Heyyy my loves, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for reading!!

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